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Author's Note: I'M ALIVE I SWEAR IT! Sorry this one took so long, this was a difficult chapter to write, written, revised, revised, revised again! I hope you enjoy it!

Author's Note 2: I always love reviews, the more reviews the more chapters my readers!

Chapter 14- To See You Again

Three whole months in the making... Today was the day all their hard work would begin to pay off, or Rufus would personally destroy each and every one of them. Aya stood in the armory next to Reno, lifting the skirt of her red dress and placing a pistol in its thigh holster. For three months Reno had tried to remain platonic to her enigmatic personality, trying not to slip up. Three months he would "fall asleep watching the television" most nights to avoid the temptation of taking her into his arms and cradling her while she slept. He grabbed his EMR off the shelf while Aya gave him a quick glance, inside she was screaming. Three months she silently cried herself to sleep, three months she curled up in the bottom of the shower at night just to avoid seeing him, three months she'd go to bed first so she simply didn't have to face the music. She bent down to fix the strap on her red heels then turning to the mirror to check her appearance. Elena walked up behind Aya poofing her curls slightly for her, and then placing her hands on Aya's shoulders.

"You'll do great! You look the part, now just sell it!" She smiled. "With that dress, it shouldn't be hard. Hey if selling drugs doesn't work, you could always..."

"Elena!" Aya laughed. Both the girls laughing caused Reno to glance in Aya's direction. He had to admit, she looked stunning in that short red dress. Those curves... That full round...

"Something wrong Reno?" Aya questioned.

"Lips! Lips! I said lips!" She gave him a puzzling look. "Nothing..." He turned and walked away. Elena gave Aya a nudge in the ribs.

"Has he been like that for the last three months?" Aya simply nodded. Their mission, get Aya into Gate's ranks by passing her off as a new substance pusher. Tseng strategically placed his rats in all the right places, having them say all the right things. There was already a buzz about this mysterious girl in the underground. No one knew nothing about her, not even her name. That was the idea, the Turks didn't want Gates to find out his own daughter's identity right away. For the passed three months "The Lady In Red" shortened to "Lady Red" had been distributed on the streets. Sometimes you have to get your hands dirty into order to wash them clean. How appropriate. Aya smirked to herself. They purposefully sent Aya and Elena to find a red dress specifically for this mission. Elena fixed one of Aya's loose curls and then she was ready. Aya joined her fellow Turks in the elevator as they all proceeded down to the parking garage. Elena and Rude would sit inside a SUV a few blocks from the designated meeting site. Reno would escort Aya to the club and would join Elena and Rude afterwards. Reno didn't like the fact that Aya was to be protected by hired undercover Shinra muscle. He wanted to be by her side, but it would blow their cover. You can't exactly miss a person like Reno, or even see him and not remember him as a Turk. Luckily from the place he and the others were stationed they could patch into the security cameras and watch Aya's every move. They also had a tracking node implanted into Aya's body. Reno smirked to himself remembering the look on Aya's face when she saw the needle they were using. When his mind returned to the mission, those things only eased his mind slightly. With that everyone split into their separate vehicles.

After a long hour drive in silence Reno and Aya arrived at the service entrance. Reno flipped the switch to unlock Aya's door, but she slapped her hand over the plactic knob causing the door to stay locked. Reno gave Aya and questioning look. Her gaze was fixed forward out the windshield.

"I want to say something to you... In case something happens tonight." Her gaze out the window never faltered Reno stared at her profile.

"Don't you talk like that..." He was trying to keep himself from yelling in repose to her statement. "Nothing is going to happen! You're going to..." He was interrupted by a tender kiss. When Aya pulled away he saw tears in her eyes and she was gone as fast as their fleeting kiss. All he saw was her red dress swishing behind her. Reno was left sitting there... Stunned. Aya leaned against the door to collect herself. This was a big night, and she couldn't let herself go like that. After collecting herself she stood up straight, shoulders back, one foot in front of the other, and began to move slowly forward. She met with her bodyguards and they stepped into a large conference room. Aya took a seat in a large leather chair and waited for Gates and his gang.

When they arrived her chair was facing away while the party took their seats at the other side of the long cherry table. With her back still to Gates she began to speak.

"So you wish to merit my help..." She sounded uninterested.

"I'm prepared to pay you sufficiently for you assistance..." Aya cringed, it was the first time she'd heard his voice in years. She spun around to face them in her chair. Her face was stone when she saw her father, even more so when she saw who was sitting next to him.

Logan...

Logan had a startled look in his eyes, Aya remained platonic.

"Something wrong Logan?" Gates asked him.

"No sir..."

"Back to business!" Aya scolded. "I don't have all the time in the world gentlemen, unless you get your act together I have better things to do..." She spat.

"Now miss..." Gates responded.

"Mr. Gates... Do not attempt to reason with me," she shook her head, "either act or don't! There aren't enough hours in my busy day to argue with you."

"Fair enough... Deal or no?" Logan stood up and carried a briefcase to Aya's side and opened it.

"For wasting my time... I demand twice as much." Gates's mouth fell open.

"Logan bring the case back." He glared at his flesh and blood without even knowing it.

"You think I'm bluffing? That's cute... Double or nothing. Goodbye Mr. Gates you've wasted enough of my time." She got up form her chair and headed for the door. Her heels clicking violently behind her.

"Wait..." She heard as she touched the knob.

"I'm glad we've come to an agreement..." Her bodyguard collected the case. "Meet me here tomorrow same time, with the second case... Your shipment will be waiting for you." Aya exited to a hallway that led to a small sitting room with a bunch of important guests along with enough bubbly broads for everyone of the deep pocketed men to take two home. She approached the bar. "One glass of my private stock." The bar tender obeyed. Logan approached Aya slowly.

"So this is where you've been the last nearly four months?"

"Time is money..." She responded. Logan placed his hand on top of the one she had resting on the bar.

"I've been worried sick about you! No one goes on vacation for four months without a word!"

"This caring side of you is cute, but I don't have time for this." She slipped her hand away from his and went to grab her drink. Logan yanked her off her stool, spun her to face him, and pinner her against the bar. "Surprising Logan, I never though you had it in you to be forceful. I sort of like this new..." She stared up into his deep green eyes, as she dragged her fingers lazily over the chest of his suit, "..powerful you..."

"Oh really?" Logan moved his grip from her arms to her waist pulling the skirt of her dress up slightly, sliding his knee between her thighs.

"Aren't you being vulgar? I don't think this is in your job description."

"Who says I follow the rules?" He inched her skirt up a little more. Aya leaned forward to his ear and whispered...

"So... Why didn't you tell me you were my father's fucking lapdog?" She removed her hands from her, and walked away. He caught her hand.

"Playing hard to get? It's not like you told me where you were going." She kept pulling away, while Logan chased her down. "Explain that to me." She crossed the room and separated him from her by closing a door in his face. He smartly flung the door open and shut it behind him, catching her by the wrist and pinning her in the corner of the stairwell they were standing in. "Tell me!"

"I don't have to tell you anything Logan. I'm tough shit now, I don't need you anymore!" What's wrong with me? What am I saying! This is Logan! He stared back at her for a moment, taking a few steps foward.

"You're so sexy when you don't need me..." He placed his lips violently on hers, invading her mouth with his curious tongue. She whimpered quietly. Wrapping his arm around her tightly holding her to him the other tangled up in her curly hair. Aya stood there in his arms, stunned. Logan need her so badly. His hands traveled lazily down her slim form to the hem of her skirt feeling the smooth skin beneath them. A low vibrating noise echoed through the stairwell as Logan released Aya from his grasp as her grabbed his phone. She was regaining consciousness as Logan hung up his phone. Logan grabbed her hand and kissed it softly. "Come home with me." He smiled.

"I can't."

"Why not."

"I met someone."

"What?" He was stunned. "You met someone?"

"Yes Logan, I'm capable of loving someone."

"Who? When? ...Why?"

"The owner of this club's son, Anton. When I was on my vacation to Costel De Sol, I met him on the dance floor, and we spent the rest of the night together. We spent the rest of the week together eating dinner on the beach, talking while sipping fine wine. He's a good man."

"Intelligence and security before love..." He scoffed. "You don't thrive on security Aya... You never have! You thrive on passion and beauty!"

"There are different kinds of love, beauty, passion." She turned to leave. "I've been here too long, goodbye Logan." She stepped out of the stairwell and returned to the conference room and sat in the chair. "Anton? What were you thinking! Ugh... It's a somewhat valid excuse..." While sitting and waiting for Reno, she touched her lips, and thought about Logan. Que floodgate. She curled up in the chair and began to cry. How could he? He was the whole time... oh God! Reno stepped into the room with Aya gasping for air between tears. He rushed to her side, wrapping his arms around her.

"What happened!" He questioned alarmingly.

"Mission success..." She whimpered.

"Is this about your father Aya?" He paused waiting for an answer from the sobbing form in his arms. "You can pull through this! I have faith!"

"It's Logan, Reno! He's working for my father!"

Author's Note 3: Only their fate is in my hands... Oh i'm devious!

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