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Alex froze. He wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or if Laura had just been over reacting. He pulled her over to his bed and made her lie down.

"Stay here and I'll go take a look."

She nodded and stayed very still, only moving to mop up her tears. Alex slowly walked out to the hallway. His heart was racing at a very fast pace – probably too fast for it to be healthy. His legs somehow forced themselves to step into the doorway of Laura's room. He wasn't sure what to expect.

He walked inside and had a look around. It was very quiet and eerie. The moon shone through the window to light up Laura's room. The room was untouched. No body, no blood, no sign of a broken entrance. The window was open, but only a small crease in the curtains could be seen. Alex turned around. Everything was in order as if nothing had happened.

Alex sat on Laura's bed and put his head in his hands.

"How could I be so stupid?" he whispered to himself.

He was convinced it was all a hoax. He had met the girl only that morning and already he was being fooled. Laura had come into his life, pretended to be his friend and tricked him. There was no trace of a kafuffle at all. She was lying.

He couldn't remember hearing any noise but the door opening. Who was to say Laura and some man had fought badly enough to wipe one out? Didn't Laura know to scream in situations like that? That is one of the first things that come to a human's mind. Scream. Had Laura of screamed, Alex would have been at the door within seconds. But she hadn't.

If anything, he was disappointed. She hadn't even mucked a few things around to make it look real. And she was supposed to be a spy! But, what kind of a spy was she? For all he knew, Laura could just be a phoney who had tricked MI6.

Who hadn't climbed stairs before? Who hadn't used a crossing? But who would voluntarily throw themselves at a car? Who had never seen a common type of cheese? Who was this girl? Whoever she was, she certainly knew how to act.

Alex stood up and walked back to his room. Laura was fast asleep in his bed. He pulled the pillow out from under her head. He flipped it around so the blood from her bandage was away from him and threw it down onto the ground. He grabbed a spare blanket and lay down on the floor.

And with a last bitter thought, he fell asleep.

She probably just wanted the comfy bed!

Alex woke up before Laura the next morning. She was sleeping peacefully in her pyjamas on Alex's bed. Alex had a sore neck from sleeping on the floor and had slept on his shoulder badly. He was in a right amount of pain. He quietly grabbed some clean clothes and walked to the bathroom. No body else was around. Well, it was a Sunday. He had a shower, got dressed and walked back to his room. Laura was missing. He walked over to her room and found her standing in the middle of her rug, staring around.

"Where is everything?" she asked Alex.

"Everything?"

"The blood from the carpet, the...the...the man!" She was waving her arms around frantically. "The...gun!"

Alex caught one of her mistakes. "You knocked the gun out of the window, remember?"

"No!" she muttered, still staring around.

"Really?"

"I'm serious, Alex!" she half yelled.

Alex raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. "I'm sure you are."

"Well, if you aren't going to help me..."

She stormed out of the room, still in her blue pyjamas, and Alex heard the front door slam behind her. Alex shook his head and walked over to the window. Underneath was a giant dumpster for all the rubbish. There was also a car park for visitors and the entrance to the car park for the residents. Alex stared out of the window for a while before noticing a little figure walking over to the rubbish bin.

It was Laura. She climbed up to the edge of the bin and peered inside. It looked like she noticed something because she started climbing into it. Alex was rather shocked. Most girls he knew wouldn't go within three feet of a rubbish bin, but here was Laura, climbing into one. But, then again, Laura was unlike most girls.

"Nickleson?" Alex called out of the window.

"What, Rider?" was Laura's reply.

"What are you doing in the bin?"

"What are you doing not in the bin?"

"Again with the lame come backs!" Alex muttered under his breath before yelling to Laura again. "Stay there Nickleson!"

"Alright!" She is a very easy person to boss around.

Alex walked over to the front door but stopped before walking out. He had no way back in if he closed the door. He walked over to the kitchen bench. There was a pot full of different keys. He sifted through them until he found one marked with 'House'. Alex walked back over to the door and shut it behind him. The trip down the stairs was a bit quicker than he remembered. Probably because he was properly awake this time. He walked out of the front garden and around the side until he saw the dumpster again.

"Nickleson?"

"Here!"

Laura's head popped up from behind the bin's green walls. She was covered in filth and resembled a blue pig. A skinny, blue pig. Alex walked up to her and put his hands on the side. His legs kicked off from the ground, lifting him so he could sit on the edge without falling in if he twisted at the right moment. He pulled it off. As a result, there was no rubbish-covered Alex. Unlike Laura.

"I wish I could do that," Laura said.

"Maybe when you don't stink as much I will show you how," Alex replied, holding his nose.

The smell was unbelievable. There was a strong stench of rotting scraps, stale food, something else sinister and Alex swore he could see the stench lines fly off it. It was rather sickening. Laura nodded and sat down in the dumpster again.

"Laura?"

"Yes?"

"What exactly are you doing?"

"I'm looking for the gun."

"Are you sure it is here?"

"Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, if the blood and the man are missing, wouldn't the gun be?"

Laura sighed. "I don't know how those things disappeared."

"It doesn't all fit if you ask me."

"Well, it wouldn't."

"What does that mean?" Alex was sure he would get a confession out of this.

"The assassin has something to do with it."

Alex suddenly was reminded of Yassin.

"What makes you think that?"

"Since when have I been able to knock somebody unconscious only to find everything normal the next morning?" She turned to him. "You didn't do anything, did you?"

Alex looked smug. "Nope."

"Figures..." she muttered under her breath. "Are you going to help me?"

"Why should I?"

"'Cause you're my friend!"

"Really?"

Laura gave Alex a hurt look and continued digging around. By then, the smell had almost made Alex pass out so he headed back up to the apartment. The key worked perfectly and Alex soon found himself back in his room. He threw the window open and looked down. Laura was still scuffling about. Alex laughed and walked to the kitchen to get something for breakfast. He was starving.

Originally, this chapter was a very short one – 600 words. But as I was writing the next chapter, I realised I hadn't had many reviews and remembered the alert thing was stuffed. And I took it upon myself to apologise on behalf of fanfic by giving you and extra 600 words or so from the next chapter. The next one will include the start of the Alex/Laura friendship/spyship. Yay!

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