N/A: Sooo sorry this took me so long! I actually had this written for a few weeks but wanted to make it longer before uploading. However, i'm having some serious writer's block (hence why it is so super short) so instead of making you guys wait another who knows how long, hopefully this will hold you over until the next chappy can come out of my head. I've also been getting situated at a new job which has been taking a lot out of my time and all I want to do when I get home is watch TV and go to sleep, lol.

As always, reviews are greatly appreciated! As well as any tips on how to get out of this writer's block funk i'm in :)

Disclaimer: still don't any CA stuff except for my story line


Chapter Eleven

Evelyn kept her sunglasses on despite the fact that she was inside. For all she knew, the doorman and the maintenance worker were undercover CIA. She casually sauntered over to the set of elevators across from the front desk and pressed the up arrow. The lift arrived with a ding and thankfully no one else decided to join her. Her feet alternated in tapping the marbled elevator floor, the soft jazzy music and slow ascent was making her antsy.

The car stopped on five. She wanted to prevent the elevator ding from alerting anyone of her arrival on the 6th floor.


Chet Williams hoped they would be able to apprehend this Young-Jae guy quickly. His stomach was growling. Lunch had consisted of one apple and a bottle of Powerade because that was all he had time for today. He was thankful no one else was in the stairway with him to witness his gastro-cacophony.

As he listened to Conrad pretending to talk to the concierge, he also heard echoes of the door to a lower floor, maybe fifth, creak open and click shut. This was quickly followed by someone clacking up the stairs towards him. Great.

The footsteps were getting louder now and a fashionable woman with dark hair and sunglasses came into view. She finally looked up a couple steps from the sixth floor door. She smiled at him and as she ascended the last step, made a motion for the door.

"I'm sorry, sixth floor is closed at the moment." That was the best he could come up with?

"Why?" The woman asked skeptically.

Chet desperately racked his brain for a plausible explanation, but he didn't need to come up with one because a few seconds later the metal door to the 6th floor flung open almost knocking him and the woman down the stairs. The woman lunged forward, to prevent herself from tumbling down the steps, consequently smashing Chet into the wall. When they both were able to steady themselves again, all he saw was a glimpse of a man running full speed ahead and then Conrad's voice in his ear. Shit, Young-Jae was getting away.

"I'm sorry ma'am; I need to find out what's going on." And with that, Chet disappeared in pursuit.


Her heart was still beating fiercely from almost falling head first down a flight of concrete stairs. But Evelyn shook herself mentally and quickly assessed the situation. This was not looking good. Young-Jae was now on the run with CIA agents close behind. If he kept this up, the man was going to get himself hurt. She flung off her Jimmy Choos, stuffed them in her purse and made her way down as quickly as she could.

She was a little bit behind the two men and wasn't entirely sure if they had disappeared onto another floor or what, but seeing as there were only pounding footsteps and no echoes of doors slamming so far, it wasn't likely they had deviated from the staircase. At least this was a pursuit downward and not up. That would've been killer.

When she finally reached the ground floor, Evelyn was presented with two options. Go through the door that led to the lobby or the one that led outside. She burst though the second door into a large courtyard and in the middle of the lush green grass was Young-Jae, hands up, surrounded by two armed agents and two undercovers, the doorman and the maintenance guy, unsurprisingly. Her sudden appearance caused every head to turn.

She took her sunglasses off before shouting, "Don't hurt him!"

Young-Jae's eyes went wide with recognition.