Oh wow, look who's super late with a chapter... *hides under rock* Sorry about such a long wait, and coming back with such a short chapter is pitiful. It starts to get pretty good from here on out, I'm sure of it! However, chapters updates may be far in-between so get ready for that.

Let me stop babbling so you can get on with the chapter!

Waking up the next morning Hei tried to resist bodily flinching when he realized that he was pressed snugly against one British contractor. The night before had gone all according to plan. Tricking the MI6 agents had been accomplished easily enough with his innocently drunken behavior, but the slight buzz he did manage to acquire had hindered him just a tad bit.

Like when he face-planted right into the carpet in November's apartment. That was not a part of the plan at all, and the subsequent care that followed had him confused for the rest of the night.

A contractor should not be that gentle, or caring, accommodating even... Hei mulled over as he carefully scooted away from the warmth radiating off of November.

Once a good distance away he quietly slipped out of bed in order to map out the blond's apartment. Planting bugs around the place would come with very little difficulty with the MI6 agent still soundly asleep. Bugging the MI6 agent's phone had been the primary target, but getting his apartment under surveillance was a plus.

Glancing at the clock in the kitchen, he is surprised to see that it's only seven in the morning.

Hei went about his task with almost robotic efficiency. Once the last bug had been place he swept over the apartment a second time, making sure his work would not be detected. Hei's mind was miles elsewhere as he roamed, finding the end of his little trek ended right back where it started.

In November 11's bedroom.

The Brit was still sound asleep as Hei crept closer, dark eyes scanning over the rumpled sheets wrapped around November's body. His hand reached out to absentmindedly stroke away a stray strand of blond hair. Realizing the action only when it had happened, Hei pulled his hand away almost like he had been burned by a hot iron.

I'm not focused. Still tired...yeah... Hei tried to justify his jumbled thoughts as he returned to his side of the bed, slipping under the covers as quietly as he had slipped out of them.

Hei was frustratingly angry with himself as he found himself falling into a restless slumber.