The moon is a perfect crescent in the sky and fireflies dapple the fields outside the window of your hotel. Your head is resting on Zack's chest as he breathes gently, already asleep. You think about the cup of espresso you had with lunch and start to regret it when you see the clock. It's 2:37 in the morning and you're wide awake. But before you could think of anything to do about it, Zack's phone let out a loud buzz.
You sat up and grabbed the Hologram pen, tossing it to the floor. Zack mumbles something under his breath as a blue holograph of Chief flickers into existence.
"Agent Zack, Agent y/n, I hope im not interrupting anything." Chief glanced at Zack's shirtless torso.
"Yeah, a good nights sleep" Zack muttered. Chief ignored this and continued.
"We have reports of a V.I.L.E. agent being spotted in Versailles. I know you two are on vacation, but you are some of our best agents. And the closest. I will send you all the information we have." His phone buzzed again. "Good luck." The hologram flickered and dissipated, leaving behind an oppressive silence.
You stood and began to pack, shoving anything you could grab into a duffel back, putting no thought toward organization. Zack doesn't move, however. He just sat there, face in his hands. He had been acting strange recently, so you ignore it. Once everything is packed and you are dressed, Zack is still sitting there, but now he's staring out the window. "Hey. Get dressed." You say, throwing his suit at him. It lands on his head and he pushes it off and stands up. As he pulled his pants on, you look at the long, pale scar running down his back. He's refused to tell you what it is, so you stopped asking. But you still wonder sometimes.
As if he can feel you staring at it, he pulls his shirt over his head then puts on his jacket. He pulled on his shoes, grabs the duffel bag from you and storms out of the hotel room. "I can't believe this." You struggle to keep up with his long strides as he continues. "This is the second vacation they've ruined."
"Zack, It'll be fine. We get this over with and then resume our vacation." Zack grumbles something incoherent and shoves open the large glass doors of the hotel, ignoring the check out desk. You need to jog to keep up with him as he strides through he parking garage. When he gets to the car, he throws the bag into the trunk and gets in the drivers seat. He turns the car on and starts to back out before you can even close the passenger door all the way. "Zack! What the fuck!" He didn't respond and instead peeled out of the garage and through the empty streets of outer Paris.
The silence inside the car was stifling. The engine was nearly silent so the only sounds permeating the dark interior were the occasional mumble from Zack. After several minutes of this, you decide to open your window. The sounds of crickets fill the car, along with gusts of fresh air. The wind pushes your hair back and you smile. You turn to look at Zack and he's still hunched over the wheel, his red hair whipping around his face. It was getting pretty long, almost shoulder length. It suited him.
It was a 50 minute drive from Paris to Versailles, but Zack was speeding at over 80 mph, cutting the time almost in half. The briefing Chief sent us said he would be at the Palace of Versailles so when we got there, Zack screeched to a stop and jumped out of the car, sprinting trough the gardens. So much for stealth.
When you reached the entrance, Zack pointed to the roof. "There!" There was a skinny silhouette tiptoeing across the roof. Zack shot the grappling hook up to the ceiling, grabbed you, and started repelling up the wall. When you reached the top, he started booking it toward the agent. You recognized his stupid little hat as you chased after them. "Its mime bomb!" Zack didn't say anything, he just ran faster.
After several minuted of running, Zack tackled him, but he lost his footing. They slid toward the edge of the roof, unable to get a hood handhold. You ran toward them and at the last second, grabbed Zack's arm. Mime bomb tried to dodge your hand however, and fell. You both froze, watching as the mime fell and hit the ground with a wet thud. There was an audible crack when he hit, and a wave of nausea swept over you. Your grip started to loosen.
"Shit! Y/N!" Zack's cries snapped you back to reality and you started to pull him onto the roof. You both lay there panting, taking a second to process what just happened. You made eye contact and you both immediatley jumped to your feet.
After repelling back to the ground, you ran over to the crumpled body and rolled him onto his back. His chest was moving, and you both let out a sigh of relief. His leg was bent in the wrong direction, but that was fixable. After a quick call with Chief, two black Audis pulled up along with an ambulance and loaded his body into the back. They left quickly, leaving you two to standing there, not really doing anything.
The idea that he could have dies had washed over you and you started to cry. Zack embraced you and you stay like that for a while, both of you gently sobbing as the fear of the consequences slowly faded.
You were sitting on the hood of the car watching the sun rise when Zack finally spoke. His voice was still shaky, but he was smiling. "I could really go for some breakfast right now."
"Yeah." You smile, watching as the golden glow lit up his face. "Me too."
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