Disclaimer:I do not own Human Target. At All. If I did, they'd still be playing the damn show and I'd have changed up some things here and there ^^ I do, however, own any new characters that pop up in my stories... And my imagination when it lets me rule it.

Authoress Note:These are just basically a bunch of one-shots and ideas that come to my mind. I am doing this for the couple that has taken a place in my top five fav couples for this fandom, so yes these will all be about a single pairing. Please enjoy~

Extra Note: Thought of this while I was at home and mom was cleaning the floor.

Bleach

Ilsa liked to clean. When she was happy, stressed, or just out of boredom, she would clean. She liked to feel her hands scrubbing and working away at grim and dirt around her. She liked to feel like she was a real homely woman when she cleaned.

She did not, however, like to clean blood off her carpet. Her white carpet! Her spotless, expensive, white carpet! Especially blood and dirt coated on someones boots as he stomped through her living-room to her bathroom! When she has let him in the window, seeing the few cuts and bruises on his face, she'd been concerned. But when he'd shrugged off her concern and had asked to use her shower, stating she was the closes to his area of just done dirty deed, she'd complied, but was furious at the blood and dirt being tracked through her apartment!

So, once he'd kicked off his boots and clothes, she had angrily taken the boots and thrown them into the sink for him to clean off, as she was forced to go to the closet and grab the one thing she didn't want to mess with when it came to cleaning; the bleach.

She hated the smell. It made her dizzy and later a headache would form. Scowling and covering her nose as best she could, she coughed as she opened the large carton of bleach and tipped it to its side to allow the liquid to pour out and coat the blood stains in the carpet, before quickly capping the carton and grabbing a wire scrubber.

She paused however, when she noticed that she was in her nice clothes. Bleach would ruin them. Sighing, she quickly walked to her bedroom and put on a pair of shorts and a white cotton t-shirt that was to large for her – one of Chances shirts that he had gave her after a mission had her falling into freezing cold water.

Sighing in content, she left her feet bare as she went back to the living-room to scrub at the carpet, scrunching her nose as the bleach assaulted her nose and already began to work on a headache. She was going to have a few words with her "guest" when he got out of the shower!

She scrubbed away, scrubbing even when her arms grew tired, until she got to the last footprint, which the bleach alone was starting to already cover and eat away at the stain the blood would've made, getting rid of the dirt easily enough. She pushed a strand of hair out of her face with her pinky, before she went to scrubbing the last bit of blood and getting back on her feet to look over her work, satisfied.. Even though she now had a major headache.

She put the wire scrubber in the sink and put the capped carton of bleach up. Popping in some Tylenol with a glass of water quickly, she sighed and walked over to her bed. She dimmed her lights to a faint glow and laid down on her back, her fingers slowly working at her temples as she closed her eyes.

A few minutes later she heard the shower shut off and shuffling inside the bathroom. She only moved when he opened the door and bright light went spread into the room like an unwanted beacon, which he quickly shut off when she let out a painful whimper and almost curled in on herself.

Her eyes, having scrunched up, relaxed, still closed, as she tried to relax again. She could feel eyes on her and she could just make out a dull movement from him, before the bed sank on her left side and in quick and fairly gentle movements, her pillow was lifted and placed on his lap before her hands were pried from her temples and replaced with his. She didn't say anything, simple sighed as larger hands, hands working far more gently than she thought someone like him ever could, massaged her temple. And it felt good.

His fingers working at her headache and feeling rather drained, Ilsa began to drift off, but not before mumbling an order of "clean your bloody boots or take them off before stepping on my carpet again," earning a snort and chuckle from the male as she finally drifted off.

R & R Plz :]

Bleach gives me a headache if I'm exposed to it for to long (also makes me wanna throw up as well but I left that out) so that's were I got the whole idea from :P