The Spy Upstairs

Part 2

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I didn't think I could be any more excited about this situation, but here I go again, proving myself wrong.

It's only been a few days since the whole 'dog' incident and my nerves have never been more alert. I definitely caught him. He was an assassin and I so caught him.

What I couldn't figure out was if he knew I had these ideas running through my head. He never confronted me afterwords, he never brought it up or seemed concerned, like it was just some everyday thing that your neighbor hears a gunshot from the floor below. Why wouldn't he? I mean, I'm sure if I were found out by someone that probably would not be a very good thing.

I was like 95% sure he was a killer, I mean, there's always that 5% slither of a chance that I could be over analyzing everything so far, but I felt pretty strong about this case. I even tried to keep a more careful eye on him. We would stand in the elevator as usual and although I studied human behavior in college, it was the stealth of it all that was my downfall.

He seemed normal, we still talked normally and he didn't look like he was all that curious about my knowledge. He wasn't fidgety and swaying, and while I tried to see if he glanced to me more than often, I failed miserably because I absolutely suck at trying to be sly, so I just kept my gaze elsewhere. I think he was, looking at me that is. I couldn't see, but I just felt it you know? That pressure on your body where you can just feel someone's gaze, it sent shivers through me, woah.

He didn't give anything away, it drove me insane. Would I have to confront him? That just spells out trouble and/or embarrassment, no thank you. I didn't feel satisfied. I wanted that 5% chance to disappear, I wanted it gone forever. I needed to know now. It was like I knew but I didn't know.

Trying to hold up a conversation with him now was beginning to derail me as well. I just couldn't keep my head on straight, it was always focused on him. That's what I thought about all day and night, him. He plagued me like a fog, I just wanted to shriek out of anxiousness and excitement.

Oh, and nervousness.Yeah…I still totally had a crush on him.

"Fine."

"Huh?" I blurted, snapping back into reality.

He gave me a short look, a smile teasing his lips, "Uh, you asked me how Happy was. He's doing fine."

"Oh," I laughed, "Right sorry. I've been fazing out all day, I guess I didn't get much sleep."

He nodded, "Yeah. Me neither."

I nodded back, smiling a bit. The rest of the ride went silent, only the quiet hum of the machinery filling the air between us and I felt like I was about to melt into a puddle. I couldn't think of what else to say, it was weird. This always came naturally to me, but I couldn't help it, he had me on edge. I didn't know if I was scared or eager, maybe some of both, half and half? All I could say was that it was exhilarating, that's all I knew for sure.

And that the few minutes I had with him in the day were far too short.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened up to my floor. I felt his eyes on me again. I looked to him, smiling a bit, and waved a hand. "Well goodnight."

I stepped out, wanting to say more, but nothing popped up in my mind to come out of my mouth. I saw him smile back in a glance, nodding his head. "Yeah, g'night."

I walked out a few paces, taking a glance back subconsciously. He was looking to the floor, his hands in his pockets and a deep expression of thought on his face, his smile gone. The doors made their way to each other again and I sighed out, heading towards my door.

I heard a crunch of a gear and a ding behind me, Natsu holding the door open.

"Hey uh, Lucy?" He called, catching my gaze again.

I felt my heart stop. Holy shit…holy shit. Was this it? Was this really about to happen?

"Yeah?" My voice squeaked, but I cleared my throat to cover it up. He stepped out then, keeping the doors open with his arm and gave half a grin, actually looking sort of…nervous?

"Do you wanna maybe, hang out sometime?" He asked, looking nerved, "Just like watch a movie or something like that?"

He gave a weak laugh, his eyes expectant. I felt my stomach flip at that because oh my god was this actually happening? I should probably say something but wow is my mouth dry.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be that but, you know, just come over for a bit? If you're free?" He elaborated, shrugging an arm.

He was doing it! He was really asking me out! Wait-to his place? His place? The assassin den? To confront me then? Oh holy shit, this was unbelievable.

"I'm free," I nodded, a bit more quickly than I liked. A gradual smile made its way on my lips, and I let out a shrill laugh, "Yeah, my day off is tomorrow so…"

He grinned then, "Great. At six then?"

I fiddled with my keys, biting my lip to keep that huge smile down until he left. I nodded again, forgetting I wasn't actually saying the words in my head.

"Yeah, yeah, sounds good." I agreed, starting to walk backwards.

He gave me a look then, one that sent shivers through my spine and my knees quaking. "Good."

He stepped back in the elevator then, pressing his button. "I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Yeah." I giggled, cutting myself off.

Dear God, that sounded terrible. His grin widened then because crap I think he heard me, and the doors shut him in.

I dragged a hand through my hair, puffing out my hot cheeks and kicked my door open. I felt my stomach swarming. Butterflies, bubbles, warmth, knots and twists, it was all just stuffing up inside me until I finally closed the door behind me. I wanted to shriek and scream and dance and everything, oh my god this was amazing.

Everything after that was just a blur, I dropped everything and jumped in my bed, tangling myself in my sheets and screaming into a pillow. Jesus I was pathetic, but I so didn't care right now. I was too excited, I couldn't care about anything.

I smiled into my pillow, but it didn't help release anything inside of me. Jesus, I don't think I've felt this happy in years, it was kind of ridiculous. Especially considering it was only because of a maybe date/hangout with the cute guy from upstairs. Oh whatever, I didn't get out much.

At least I knew one thing for sure, whether he talked to me or not, and it was that that 5% slither of a chance would be no more. Because I was about to go find some answers.

I took in a deep breath. All those little fluttery feelings ceased to ease up on me until now, standing in front of his door where they so kindly decided to get more excited. This really had me nervous, geez, I haven't hung out with anyone new for months. How do I even do this? What would I talk about? What did he expect? Was I supposed to dress normally or…?

I shoved those thoughts away, sighing out. Just do whatever Lucy, it'll be fine. I knocked on his door, tugging at my sundress before I managed to hear feet again. He opened the door and my heart jumped, a quick smile finding its way on my face.

"Hey," I sang, biting my lip.

He opened the door wider for me, letting me in, "Hey."

I took a look around the infamous room where he held another assassin captive, still wondering if he finished cleaning up the mess from before. It was a nice place, and hey look, the same bathroom where I heard the groan from. How nostalgic.

I felt something soft brush up against my leg, smiling down to the ball of fur. "Hi Happy."

I leaned over and petted him, hearing the door close behind me.

"Uh, I ordered pizza. I forgot that I can't cook very well so," he shrugged, coming around my side.

I smiled, looking up to him from Happy, "That's cool."

He let his gaze wander and I stood up, walking around. He followed me, and I could practically hear the gears in his head turning. He seemed nervous, and I actually sort of loved it.

"I didn't know what kind of movie you wanted to watch, or if any at all, so I just figured you could look around for something." He told me, pointing towards his TV.

I looked back to him, nodding, and smiled. "Okay."

I looked around, playing with a bunch of knickknacks and old pieces of paper he had laying on tables, giving him a playful look, "I'm kind of in the mood for something funny tonight?"

He shrugged, lifting his lips a little, "Okay. Me too."

I saw more souvenirs laying around, now noticing how much junk he had everywhere, just old boxes and statues and things, it was weird. "You have a lot of stuff."

He scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, I'm pretty sentimental. I hate throwing stuff out."

I laughed a bit, "You mean there's a memory behind all these pieces of paper?"

I held up half of a foreign dollar from a whole other country, seeing him grin at me, "Yup."

I stepped up to him, "Well tell me."

He took the dollar from my hand, "Well this is from when I went to Song, the continent, and I forgot to change my currency so I only had this half of a dollar of their money."

"Wow, all the way to Song? What were you doing there?" I asked.

He hesitated then, looking casual,"Just a vacation. Wasn't much of one without money."

I noted that pause, laughing a touch and nodded. "Well that's cool."

I think he came around after a few good minutes. He relaxed, and I felt a pound of relief to do the same. I think he was nervous I would say something about the night before, or find something, not sure, but we finally sat down and picked out something to watch. He told me more about all the stories behind all his junk, and wow, when he said he was sentimental that was really putting it lightly. It was kind of cute really, how he liked to remember all the small things.

"Can I use your bathroom?" I asked, after a moment of laughing from something that he said.

I stood up, nodding towards the one next to the kitchen, and he was quick to reply. "Uh, you can use the one in my room, that one's kind of messy."

I hesitated, remembering that was the 'groan' bathroom and nodded. Yikes, was there still blood in there or something? How badass, I loved it.

"Alright." I said, heading towards…oh shit.

His bedroom. Alone? Oh damn.

I hesitated at the door, forcing myself to hurry up before he caught my pause. I closed the door behind myself, seeing the door to his bathroom. Wow, there was even more junk in here, except with the company of clothes.

I headed into the bathroom, but I didn't really have to use it. I suppose I just needed a breath to myself for a second, I still needed to figure out that 5%. He still didn't say anything, so I guess I would just have to do it the old fashioned way.

I fixed up my hair, sighing out. I shouldn't snoop. I really shouldn't. Ugh, but I have too.

I peeked in the drawers and cabinets, trying to quietly close each door and check the other. I didn't know what I was looking for, a weapon of some sort or maybe just his CIA badge. That would be helpful. I came up empty in the bathroom and came out to his room. I went to his bedside, trying really desperately not to trip and crash into everything loud that surrounded me. Okay, bad time to be wearing high wedges.

My gaze fell over his nightstand, still covered with old pictures and clippings of paper. I stopped then, my eyes caught on something particular. I picked up a hair ribbon, smiling at it. I gave him this after he told me about a 'sale' he was trying to make, and said it was for good luck. I told him I always wore that in my hair because nothing bad ever really happened when I wore it, so I tied around his wrist. I completely forgot about up until now.

Aw, and he kept it? In his stuff of memories too, back in his room? Like something to remind him by!

I bit down on my lip to keep in a big laugh, placing it back down. I breathed out, okay focus Lucy, you're getting distracted. I looked in his drawers, searching for a gun, knife, dual swords,something to give him away. I sighed. Nothing.

Maybe under his bed? I got on my knees and peeked my head under, seeing nothing but some screws and more junk. I held back a groan. Damn, he was good.

The door opening made me a jump, a shriek getting caught in my throat. I whipped my head behind me, my face as guilty as a child stealing cookies. He stared at me, and I couldn't read his face for the life of me.

"Oh hey!" I blurted, bringing my hand to my ear.

"Hey." He gave half a smile, "You alright?"

"Oh yeah, I just uh, lost my earring and I was looking for it," I said, pulling out my stud and showing him my empty ear.

He gave a short nod, coming in further and…closing the door behind him. Oh shit.

"You know how these things can be, you drop it and it rolls off to the dark side of the moon." I joked, directing my eyes away from his completely unreadable figure coming over by me.

I fisted my earring and ducked back under his bed, cursing quietly. Before I could think of my next move he asked if I needed any help, crouching down next to me. I laughed nervously as he laid down next to me, preeettyy closely might I add.

I faked searching around, feeling the carpet as he sort of just stayed there, not really participating yet I couldn't say he wasn't looking either. My shoulder could brush up against his with a flex of a muscle, so yeah, I was freaking out a little inside. His hand went to the back of his head, scratching his hair, and I knew he was about to ask something. It was it wasn't it?

"Hey, uh, I've actually been meaning to ask you something," he began, yet I kept my eyes searching for nothing in the dark. My heart jumped though. This was it, was he actually going to bring it up?

I felt his eyes on me again, like in the elevator, except this time he was less than three centimeters away from me. "Yeah?"

"Well, you remember that night a while ago, when you came up to check on me?" He asked.

I froze then. I couldn't help it. I had thought of this scenario a hundred times, but I still didn't feel right. I wasn't prepared, nope nope, not a bit as much as I thought I was.

I looked back to him, slowly, and saw a gleam in his eye that sent another shiver through my spine. The same look he gave yesterday, like I couldn't tell if he was going to slam me against the wall in the good or bad way.

I flicked my wrist as he stared at me, laughing a bit and looking to the shine. "Hey, there it is!"

I crawled forward now, grabbing my earring and heard him hold back a sigh. I bit back a sigh of my own, okay, probably not the best idea to be crawling under beds in a short dress and wedges. I quickly got out before anyone could catch a glance and stood up, seeing him follow suit.

I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know how to deal with the question. All the test runs in my head that led up to this moment completely failed.

I saw him stand up too and I put my earring back in, smiling, "Thanks for helping."

He nodded at me in reply, and I shuffled on my feet, still trying to keep a smile up despite my nerves. I turned towards the door, slowly heading over and adjusting my dress again.

"So uh, about that night," he started again, and I heard him following me.

I cracked open the door and my heart jumped up, getting caught in my throat. He was next to me, suddenly, his hand pushing the door shut again. I let him close it with a click, and he gave me a small smile, "I need…I need to know what you think happened…"

He drifted off, leaving the question in the air. I let my lips part in an attempt to answer, but nothing came out. He stepped in closer, pressing his back against the door and I stood in front of him, letting go of the doorknob.

"I know that you probably heard something that night, and I'm just curious to know…" he hesitated, like he wasn't sure he wanted to finish, "What you might have thought happened?"

I still had my lips parted, turning them into a crooked smile with a shrug, "I don't know what happened."

He gave a shrug of his own, swaying on his feet, "I just kinda, need to know what you heard Lucy."

My hand trembled, whether because I was scared or exhilarated or just because of the silky way he said my name, I bit down on my lip, gathering any touch of courage I had in storage.

"What I heard?" I repeated, a playful smile crawling up my lips as I strolled closer, "Like what?"

I saw him stare at me expectantly, his gaze unfaltering on me.

"A gunshot?" I questioned, casually, raising a brow, "Someone moaning in your off limits bathroom?"

A smile slowly grew on his face, and I saw my playful look be vaguely returned. "Yeah. Something like that."

My heart thudded in my chest. I was actually surprise I managed to seem so calm, boy was I freaking the hell out inside. I bit my cheek, shaking my head. "Nope. Haven't heard anything like that."

"Really?" He pushed himself off the door, closing the distance between us, before I stepped back. "Because, I think we both know what happened that night."

My breath hitched. He came up closer, nodding towards his bed, "So, you wanna tell me what you were looking for in here?"

I didn't answer. t. Holy shit. I couldn't even think of a noise to say, my feet were glued to the floor.

"Or maybe, what it looks like you're thinking right now?" He questioned.

Was I that obvious? Well I bet he could tell either way what I was thinking and if it was the truth, but I still was not prepared for this.

I answered anyways. I didn't mean too, but the words fell out of my mouth. I couldn't keep with the silence any longer, it was agonizing and I couldn't stand the suspense. There wasn't any turning back now.

"You…kill people…for a living?" I breathed out.

He let his eyes wander around, as if he needed to muse it over and shrugged. "Yeah." he stated. "I kill people for a living."

The world stopped then. I felt it, I felt the 5% drain away into a black void of nothingness and nothing could have tasted sweeter on my tongue. I was right. All of it, all of what happened wasreal. All those little things that added up into this, it actually counting towards my theory.

I let out a weak laugh, but my smile fell pretty quickly. I shuffled on my feet, looking at him up and down, "Are you going to kill me?"

My voice was weaker than I intended, but he only looked amused. He stepped closer, raising a brow, "Do I scare you now?"

I scoffed, circling him around and dragging a hand through my hair, "Well, yeah! You just told me you kill people for a living, what would make me any different?"

He laughed a bit then and I sighed out, finally feeling all those built up nerves flow out. He looked to me casually, still smiling, "I'm not going to kill you."

I looked to him up and down, still wary, "Really?"

He shrugged half heartedly and rolled his eyes, "No."

"Why not?" I asked.

He gave me a look, like he didn't know, "Uh, I have no reason too? I mean, it's not like you're gonnatell anyone right?"

He looked at me, expectantly, and I shook my head quickly. "Alright. No reason then."

He seemed laid back now, and now that the overwhelming fear of the possibility I could've been brutally murdered tonight was gone, the feeling of excitement beneath that was beginning to show.

"So…we're okay?" I asked, slowly stepping forward, a smile creeping on my face.

I waited for an answer eagerly, and he nodded, humming, "Mmhm."

I let out a laugh then, wanting to actually burst into joy right now and explode into confetti. This was so cool! I slapped a hand to my mouth to keep in a squeal, my cheeks warming up with embarrassment.

"Oh holy shit man, I have so many questions and ideas and I actually got really nervous for a second there," I blurted, exhaling loudly into the air. I couldn't wipe the grin off my face, I felt my stomach knotting up again just at the thought.

I forced myself to calm down, trying not to jump in place. "Okay first question, wait, no, first–ohh wait no, first-"

"No questions," he scoffed, opening the door back up again.

"What?" I nearly screeched, following him out. "No way, you can't just drop a bomb on me like that and not expect questions."

He stopped at his couch, turning back to me, "Can't we just finish our movie?"

I walked up to him, holding onto his arm, "Noo, questions!"

He sighed at me, rolling his eyes at my pout and gave me a look. "You get one question."

I lit up again, pulling him down onto the couch with me, "Okay! So–"

I bit my lip. I honestly didn't know where to begin. There were so many things I wanted answered, how could he expect me to narrow this down into one question?

"What agency do you work for?" I asked, scooting closer to him.

He clicked the remote casually, shaking his head. "Classified."

I gaped a smile, "Oh come on! You said you'd answer!"

He looked back to me, a little wary, "You know most people would be dead right now if they knew what you knew."

"Well I'm special," I said, my tone obvious.

He grinned at that, shrugging in agreement. I hopped right next to him then, turning to face him, "Okay so, how many people have you killed? Wait no, did you have like special training? Or like specialized weapons?"

"Lucy-"

"No no no, do you go on undercover missions? Like when you leave for a few days?" I asked, finally looking to him for an answer.

He gave a shrug of defeat, "I guess."

"Oh!" I slapped his shoulder, grinning wider, "Do you go on like search and destroy missions? Oh, or what about rescue missions? Like you help kids who've been kidnapped?"

He was laughing now at me, but I was honestly too hyped up to even feel embarrassed. I just wanted him to answer. I gave him a look then, my eyes going soft.

"Would you save me if I got kidnapped? What if people wanted me now for information about you?" I said, kind of hoping for some kind of assurance.

He wrinkled his nose though, "No, probably. If you got kidnapped because of me you'd be dead within an hour. By the time I even knew you were gone you'd be in a ditch somewhere."

I gawked at him, my spirit shot, "Natsu!"

"And even if they didn't kill you, you'd probably be tortured and then killed because you don't know nearly enough information about me that they'd hope for, so they would probably snap your neck just out of frustration." He scrunched up his lips, thinking it over.

I leaned forward, "Unless you came to save me…" I smacked his shoulder again.

He rolled his eyes, "Okay, if there was some chance they'd keep you alive, yes, I would come save you."

I leaned back then, smiling, "Aww."

I saw him scoff quietly, sinking into his seat as he turned a little pink. "Can we just finish this movie now?"

I sighed out, falling to my back next to him, "Fine. Let's finish this movie instead of talking about your secretive assassin career, sure."

He merely shook his head, letting the screen play now from where we left off. I couldn't focus on it though, my mind was still jumping from absolute joy just at the fact that I was right. I can't believe it, he's actually a spy! I had so many questions, so many so many, and he refused to answer even one of them.

The silence filled us for a while, and he watched the TV soundly, before I sighed out, turning back to him. "Have you ever been shot before?"

He didn't look to me, but I could tell he was starting to get annoyed. I didn't care though, it was his fault for telling me.

"Like on that night? Did someone break in and you shoot them?" I whispered.

"Okay," he paused the movie and stood up, turning to face me, "You know I think those were enough questions for one day."

I gaped at him, "Are you kicking me out?"

He smiled then, walking back towards his door, "Yes."

"Oh come on, I'm sorry!" I laughed, running up behind him, "Just answer one! One measly little question!"

He opened up the door and widened it for me, ushering me through the archway. "Goodnight Lucy."

I gaped at him, now in the hallway, and I saw the door slowly close in my face, "Please-"

The door clicked shut and I sighed, blowing a hair out of my eyes. "You can't get rid of me now!"

I waited, but no reply came except for his feet walking away. I moved my own too, huffing at him and headed back towards the elevator.

Whatever, I was still insanely happy right now. I actually figured him out! Oh and I would so get those answers out of him, just you wait. I'll be back for him, he can't keep his defenses up forever. It was only a matter of time now, and I was more than happy to have them all be spent with him.

I still felt shivers coursing through my spine. God, I had it bad for him. And me finding out what he does for a living definitely did not help that at all. Hell, he was probably more attractive to me now more than ever.

My friend always said I had a thing for bad boys, although I doubt he technically counts as one. Oh well. Whatever he was, I still had a major thing for him.

And despite all the questions I wanted answered tonight, I still really wouldn't mind seeing him again like that, even if I got no replies. I just hoped that what we have together now lasted a long while. I don't think I've had that much fun in years.

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Part 2 of this spy series, I have to admit its one of my favorites :))

I think this'll be multi-chaptered? Maybe in a while, so look out for more of this :)

Hope you liked it, review?