X hurried down the hall and into the medical lab carrying the card and flowers. He didn't know why in the world every agent that he passed kept looking at him and snickering. He would never understand humans if he lived to be a hundred. He was just bringing a gift to cheer his partner up. Elle had almost drowned after all.
He pushed the door open and crept in. After checking her out, they had moved her to a private room to rest. She was still fast asleep. 'Good,' X thought as he hurried over to her bedside and arranged the flowers and the card on the bedside table. At least he wouldn't have to try to explain what he was doing to her. He looked down critically at Elle. At least she looked almost back to normal now, with her eyes nice and beady looking again. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching before reaching down and pulling up the blanket she was covered with, tucking it securely in around her shoulders before leaving.
A little bit later, Elle awoke with a low moan. "What happened?" she muttered as she opened her eyes and looked around in confusion for a second before realizing where she was. She shook her head to try to clear it. The last thing she remembered was something pulling her under the water in the park. She thought she had saw X for a moment before she blacked out but she couldn't be sure. Just then she spotted the roses on the bedside table.
"Where did these come from?" she wondered out loud before reaching out and picking up the card. She started to blush as she read the poem on the front and then a confused expression filled her face when she saw the signature, X. "What's that alien up to?" Elle murmured just as another card fell out of the greeting card. She curiously picked it up and stared at it. It looked kind of like a tarot card, she thought, as she remembered a case she had worked before joining the MiB in which the victim had been found with a deck of tarot cards stuffed in his mouth, suffocating him. She didn't recall seeing or hearing a card with this name though. It was rectangular, about five or six inches long, a little bigger than the tarot cards she had seen before. There was a human figure, she couldn't tell if it was male or female, dressed in clothing that looked like it was edged in a lightning bolt pattern. Definately not your typical tarot card.
"The Shot," she read as suddenly the card started to glow and a second later a beam of light smacked into the bed, narrowly missing her. "What's going on?" she cried as she rolled off of the bed onto the floor as more beams slammed into the bed, getting closer to her with each hit. She staggered for the door, going as fast as she could with whatever was after her right behind. "X, what have you gotten me into?" she cried as she ran.