Disclaimer: I do not own Human Target and intend no copyright infringement.

Author's notes: The final chapter. Of course I can't say for sure that it will be the last.

1. My knee has gotten better, but not 100%.

2. Writing this was a bit sentimental. I really like Human Target.

3. Sex scenes are scary….especially when you are the writer!

4. When I purchase my private jet….you are all invited for a ride.

5. England is calling my name.

6. At some point I can see myself running for president. I hope I have your vote.

7. There are many Wonders of the World. But the best Wonder…is the one you create every single day.

8. Enjoy ladies and gentlemen.

SAVORY SNACKING 10

Chance sobered up within seconds. There stood Ilsa, staring at him. Her mouth opened slightly. She tried to find something to say but there was nothing. Chance was at a loss for words just as much. They were both breathing intermittently. The world had stopped revolving and time stood still. It was if they were the only two people on the entire earth.

Sheila broke their stare when she walked up behind Chance. "Chance why don't you finish wha-" She stopped when she saw Ilsa. She drug her eyes over Sheila's attire and then back to Chance. Her mouth closed abruptly and she started walking towards her room.

"Chance come on." Shelia put her hands on his shoulders and pulled slightly. He said harshly. "Sheila NO!" He pulled his shoulders from her grasp and began walking after Ilsa.

She had hurried her pace. Chance followed suit to catch her. "Ilsa wait...please." She never turned around. "Mr. Chance I am sorry I interrupted you." Her suite was at the end of the hall. She prayed the door would open itself and stop him from following her. "Ilsa stop!" She didn't listen to him. She was busy pulling her key from her pocket when he finally caught up. She still didn't look at him.

"Ilsa it's not what you think." This time she looked at him. They were mere inches from each other. "Mr. Chance, it is none of my business. Regardless of what I think."

"Why are you out this late anyway?" Ilsa searched the floor for a lie. "I was out for a walk that's all. With tonight's events, I needed some air." That lie would work.

He caught her. "You're a terrible liar. Now tell me the truth."

"Mr. Chance, I don't want to discuss this right now. What I saw back there was…was something in your personal life I should not have seen."

"No….it wasn't what you thought it was."

Ilsa began opening her door. "Again it doesn't matter what I thought it was. It was none of my business." She opened the door and walked in. "Goodnight Mr. Chance." She turned around to close the door and he slammed his foot against the bottom to stop her from closing it completely. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" The fire in Ilsa's eyes didn't stop him.

"Something I should have done a long time ago." He pushed the door all the way open and gently pushed her back. When he was inside he closed it. Ilsa was stunned at his behavior. "You're drunk!" Without warning, he turned her around and put her back against the door. "No Ilsa, I am quite sober." He reached down and grabbed her hand. He brought it up to his heart and he placed it there. "Do you feel that? Do you? I would pull it out of my chest right now if I could and give it to you. But you are too stubborn to accept it. I would kill a million thugs if I had to in order to make sure you were safe."

Ilsa was confused over his statement. "I know you were looking for me. Winston told me. Remember, we are a TEAM. We don't hide things from each other."

She was caught. He knew her feelings now and she couldn't deny them. But what she didn't know was how to handle the Sheila situation. "Christopher, I can't." He shook his head. "Ilsa you can….but you won't. I swear I won't hurt you. Nothing happened between Sheila and I. I can promise you that. I talked about you the entire time. Before things went further, I stopped. You were the only thing on my mind." He hung his head down and started sobbing. "She was hollow and empty. All I wanted was you. I swear Ilsa…just you."

There he was. Sobbing like a child in her room. He didn't know what else to do. He felt two inches tall for being this way. But even his assassin heart was cracking in front of her.

She brought her hands up to his face and forced him to look at her. There were tears running down his cheeks. She believed nothing happened between him and Sheila. But now, for the first time, she felt like she was ready to give her heart to him. She kissed him. And for the first time she wasn't afraid of the results. He ran his tongue over her lips and ran his hand up and down her back. They were breathing hard. He trailed slow kisses down her neck and shoulder blades.

"Ilsa, you have the most perfect neck in the world." She smiled at his random comment. He continued kissing her and moved his hands to her blazer. He gently pushed it off her shoulders to reveal a red silk blouse. It felt like Heaven under his fingers, but her skin felt better.

Ilsa was ready to let go of her inhibitions. She felt ok in her own skin. After struggling with her emotional despair with Chance, she laid it all on the line. She ran her well manicured nails down the front of his chest. She knew it sent chills through his body. He looked at her with the biggest smile on his face. "You are a dangerous woman Mrs. Puc-" She stopped him. "Ilsa. My name is Ilsa."

For as long as he knew her, this was the first time that she detached herself from her husband. It was fair for her in more ways than one, because at least Chance cared enough about her to stop himself from being with another woman.

"Well Ilsa, I think its time for you to lose those pants." He reached down and unbuttoned them with ease. She shimmied out of them. Chance reached down to her thighs and ran his hands up to her toned backside. When he reached the lace, he stopped abruptly and looked down. Ilsa looked at him a little worried. "What?"

"Do you own anything other than black lace panties?" She wondered how on earth in the first place he was questioning her. Then their yacht performance came flooding back. Bravo Mr. Chance. She got a serious look on her face. "Yes I do. Maybe if you're nice to me, I will show you sometime." Chance seized the opportunity to kiss her. She finished removing her blouse.

"You're a little overdressed sir." She reached down and helped him unbutton his dress pants. They fell instantly to reveal a perfectly fitting pair of boxer briefs. This man was going to be the end of her she thought. She could feel him pressing against her. His kissing got more intense then.

Chance was fairly patient, but in this moment he felt like he was running first place in a marathon and didn't want to fall behind. He pushed the lace down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. She ran her fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushed at them. He obliged by helping her to take them off.

He lifted her leg up against his waist and ran his hands underneath of her. She gasped as he slowly and methodically placed two fingers inside of her. "Oh my god….Chance!" He loved her reaction. He teased her even more as she moved against his hips. He continued kissing up and down her neck as she purred. "Chance…please." She wanted to melt into him, she wanted to be part of him. It took all of his will power not to lose control. He pulled his hand up and she sighed in displeasure.

He smiled at her reaction. "You're a tough woman to keep satisfied." Ilsa leered at him. He didn't let her leg down. "So, I take it you want nothing to do with vanilla sex at this point?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "I want nothing to do with anything if it involves us moving out of this position."

Ilsa Pucci had respect for herself. She never had a hair out of place. Always well groomed and perfectly dressed. Yet here she was pinned against the wall, naked by an ex-assasin. When Chance heard those words come from her mouth, only then did he realize she was going to show him another side of Ilsa Pucci. She grazed his lower lip with her teeth and gently sucked on it.

He took that as his final ok. He widened her legs a bit and slowly entered her. She was on fire. Chance felt like losing control right there. When he buried himself inside of her completely he whispered into her ear. "You are absolutely perfect."

They moved rhythmically together for what seemed like hours. He could feel her nails digging into his flesh begging for him to move deeper and faster. He couldn't get enough of her. Her smell, her taste, her beauty, her voice saying his name. It drove him insane.

"Chance I'm getting close." Her breathing came in shorter increments as did his. He picked up his pace. He wanted to satisfy her in every way. They moved faster in unison.

"Ilsa…oh god…Ilsa!"

"CHANCE PLEASE!"

With one final thrust he finished. She gasped for air as he continued to give everything he had.

After a few moments passed, he went to drop her leg. She placed her hand on his. "No, please stay in me…just a little longer." She enjoyed feeling the fullness of him. He kissed her passionately and pushed once more.

When their breathing finally went back to normal, he gently released her. Ilsa kissed Chance and he wrapped his arms around her. They slowly slid down the door to the cool marbled floor and collapsed on one another in a heap of exhaustion. Chance pulled her hand up to his heart again. "It's always yours Ilsa." She kissed him and they both fell asleep together.

THE WAREHOUSE

It wasn't your typical relationship. People who worked around her knew with no second thought. Ilsa Pucci, a billionaire, mingling with the likes of Christopher Chance. A once rouge assassin who discovered his ongoing life would eventually land him in the grave. It wasn't a relationship that most people envied to have. For one, a $50,000 dress didn't exactly match well with a 9mm and second, office relationships never worked out for any one.

But this was different. This was the type of relationship that regardless of what happened, their backs were always covered. It wasn't easy in the industry to trust people, and when it came to the art of survival, not just any one would do. To the employees of the new "Marshall Pucci Foundation" safety was of utmost importance.

Christopher Chance was a man who knew exactly what he had to do in his business; who to talk to, how to dress, and how to deliver a bullet. But what he didn't know, was how to answer to a woman. He had fallen in love once, very hard, and was very much hurt. In the end however, he came to the realization that in his line of work, there was no place for a heart. Ilsa Pucci, seemed to have changed all that for him, and for the first time in his life, he wasn't going to run.

The ding of the elevator woke up a sleeping Carmine. He trotted to the door and sat patiently while it opened. When it opened, Christopher Chance stepped out.

"Hey buddy, been waiting all day for me?" Chance reached down to scratch a now stomach-exposed baby faced dog. He whined a bit and rolled back to his feet and then ran off towards Ilsa's office. "I see, get what you want then run off!" He dropped his duffel bag onto the floor and proceeded to his loft. Before he hit the first step, the soft yet direct British tone of a woman landed on his ear.

"Mr. Chance, while I do not have children, I can imagine being your mother might be a bit of a challenge."

He gazed at her with a puzzled look. "My mother told me I was a wonderful child."

Ilsa pointed to his duffle bag that lay directly in the path of any foot traffic that was next to pass through.

With a smile on her face she said softly. "And I suppose she told you that you were the cutest boy she had ever seen as well?"

With a defeated look on his face, he retrieved the bag. He heaved it over his shoulder as to impersonate a weight lifter and walked back to her. "Correction, she said I was HANDSOME and STRONG."

"You know something?" They walked back to her office and sat down. Chance put his bag down while Ilsa poured them a glass of Scotch. "I think I have learned more about myself since I joined the team…. then I have ever learned before."

He took a drink and smiled. "Should I alert the media?"

She playfully pushed him. "I just think that I have learned and grown so much since I have met you all. It is such a different dynamic. Gives me a view of the real world."

"Well Ilsa. I am glad you are satisfied with where your life is going. Sometimes it takes a few crazy people to help you get there."

They both got up. Chance headed to his loft. Before he rounded the corner Ilsa called to him. "Oh, Mr. Chance." He turned around.

She pulled the top of her skirt down enough for him to see the red lace thong she was wearing. "Something other than black." She winked and went back to her desk.

With a smile on his face he disappeared to his loft.