I woke before James, just lying beneath him as he slept draped over me. His head rested upon my chest, his arms wrapped around me tightly. His breathing was deep and slow, like it should be for when he was completely relaxed, and that made me while. I ran my hands through his hair, enjoying my free reign over his sleeping form. I glanced over at the clock, we still had eight hours until we had an opening to take out the governor, which was more than enough time to get weapons and get into position. Ever so slowly he began to wake, his arms tightening around me a bit before he pulled them out from under me and then pushed himself up to look down at me.

"Good morning," I murmured, smiling brightly.

"Morning," he mumbled, smirking at me.

"Get a shower and get dressed. We need to go weapon shopping," I said, sliding out from under him and sauntering over to the duffel bag to pull out an outfit that I had bought for him while I was out scouting the city.

It was solid black, and looked sexy as hell. It consisted of a black v-neck sweater that was long sleeved. Nearly black, darkly washed jeans. A black leather jacket that would easily help hide his meatal arm. Black, fingerless leather gloves, and a black scarf to help keep him warm and hide his face should anyone spot him. But that was what I was there for. I was going to provide a shield for him. I was going to keep us from sight, yet in plain sight. He'd wear his combat boots and the dark grey beanie hat that I got him earlier that week. I tossed him his clothes and smiled when he got up from the bed and kissed me on the cheek before entering the bathroom.

"You just like me in black, don't you?" he chuckled, glancing over his shoulder as he entered the bathroom.

"Yes, I do. It makes your butt so much more tempting to bite," I countered, giggling at his mildly surprised expression.

I pulled the door shut when he took a step towards me and giggled when I heard him run into it.

"Shower and get dressed. We have things to get done today!" I called out, heading over to the duffel bag to get dressed myself.

I dressed in a black v-neck sweater that matched his and pulled on a pair of light wash skinny jeans. I draped a dark purple scarf around my neck to make my green eyes pop and pulled on a black leather jacket. I then pulled on tall black boots and then a dark purple beanie hat. If we wanted to get his done, we had to look like just a couple in the crowd. So if we dressed casually, then it would be easier to wipe the memory from peoples' minds that we were even there. I was just finishing up packing our things when James came out of the bathroom, fully dressed and pulling on the gloves. I smiled at him when he looked me over.

"What do you think?" I asked, twirling for him to see all of the outfit.

"I like it. The purple definitely makes a difference," he murmured, stalking over to me and pulling on my waist into his arms.

"I've been told it makes my eyes more noticeable," I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Yes it does. So, minx, what are we going to do now?" he asked, chuckling and squeezing me gently.

"We are going to go weapon shopping. Then we are going to head over to our spot and wait for the governor to come out of hiding," I said, smiling and sliding out of his arms.

I grabbed our duffel and everything else that we had and waited for James to follow me. We left the hotel and piled into the car. James insisted that he drive, saying that I've already done enough for the day, but he had no idea just how much I was doing while in the passenger seat. I was scanning all the weapons shops for the one that we needed. And I found it within minutes.

"Here we are," I said, pointing to the weapons store.

James parked in the back, more private parking lot and he got out and opened my door. I had gotten used to him doing that now, but I still found it charming. We walked in arm in arm and I knew exactly what to do. I wiped our very existence from the shop keeper's minds, freezing them in place. James looked down at me with a frown and I gave him a slight nod.

"Grab what you need. I can't hold then for too long," I whispered, keeping my focus on the shop keepers.

James moved quickly, gathering two different sniper rifles, eight pistols, holsters, knives, bullets, a wet stone, cases for the rifles and a couple of duffels to carry everything else. Within minutes he was out of the store and I let the shop keepers go. They smiled at me and I smiled back, waving before I left. I erased my image from their minds and leaving without a trace. James was waiting by the passenger side door for me and I stumbled on the curb. I was exhausted, keeping people from moving or even thinking too a lot out of me. He caught and steadied me and quickly helped me into the car. He doted on me like a mother hen and it was quite adorable, but it was kind of smothering.

"I'm alright, James. I just need to rest," I said quietly, stopping his roaming hands from being a bit too roaming.

"Alright. We'll head over to the building now. Get some sleep while I get us there," James said, closing the door and then walking over to the driver's side door.

I watched as he climbed into the car and drove off, his eyes focused on the road.

"You know, you'd make a good boyfriend," I said quietly.

"How so? I'm a highly trained assassin with memory issues, and relationship issues, and trust issues, and-" he started to list off everything wrong with him but I silenced him with a hand over his mouth.

"You are gentle, you are kind. You laugh at silly things. You have a great sense of humor. You are a gentleman to me. You give great hugs. You are warm when I'm cold. You care about my wellbeing before your own. That is perfect boyfriend material, regardless of the baggage you're carrying. Hell, I even have a shit-load of issues that people shouldn't have to deal with," I said, pulling my hand away from his mouth and staring out the windshield.

James was quiet and I let out a soft sigh and closed my eyes. I felt his real hand link his fingers through mine and I smiled as he lifted up my hand and placed a kiss on the back of it. He let our hands fall onto the arm rest and kept his in mine. The rest of the twenty minute drive went by with me dozing on and off with James occasionally swearing at someone who got in the way of his driving. I'd smirk after every one of his insults in Russian and when he finally parked I sat up and looked up at him.

"Alright. I'll carry the gear, you go ahead and scope out the place you want me to set up in," James said, opening his door.

I nodded and he hopped out. I reached for my door handle, but the door swung open before my fingertips could reach it. I smiled when he helped me out of the car and shut the door behind me. I went ahead into the mere shell of a building that was under delayed construction. I made sure that there was no one on the site and I made it up to the twenty-fourth floor and spotted the house we needed to target. James wasn't far behind me and he carefully set down the two different rifles and started setting them up. I watched as he worked quickly and efficiently and I was reminded of just how many times he's done this sort of thing before. It tore at my heart, but this was for a good reason. So I wasn't going to let it disturb me. I checked the time on my watch, it was still three hours early. James looked up at me and I let out a sigh.

"We still have three hours," I grumbled, walking over to him.

He sat down on the cement and then pulled me down onto his lap.

"I'll get heavy!" I protested, trying to get up.

"Shush. You need to rest," he countered, banded his arms around me and trapping me in his heat.

Before I knew it my body had betrayed me and I was relaxing in his embrace.