New Chapter!! Warning: A bit fluffy, so go away if you don't like that! Not making-out-fluffy, but somewhat
fluffy nonetheless. If you hate fluff, CLICK THE 'BACK' BUTTON ON YOUR BROWSER IMMEDIATELY!!! Basically,
Amy and Zack have a nice long talk...not too much action...sorry...
SO! If you don't like fluff, etc, just do not read on. DO NOT flame me telling me that you hate fluff, or that
there wasn't enough action in this chapter!! BECAUSE, not only have you been warned, I believe that if I can
do a chapter a day and make sure that y'all are never kept hanging, you seriously have no reason to complain!
~glares at someone who will go unnamed for emailing me that flame and DID NOT EVEN TELL ME WHAT (S)HE
DISLIKED!~
Okay, I'm sick of writing this long Author's notes and I don't have anything more to say, so here goes...
Disclaimers apply, blah blah blah...
REVIEW!
~Thalia
* * *
Amy and Zack kept silent about the two assassins for the time being, just assured Serena and Darien that
everything was now all right. They then waited for Amy to eat her now cold food, then paid, left and headed
back to work. The afternoon passed uneventfully.
Soon, they had reached Serena and Darien's mansion once again, and Amy was about to walk in when Zack
gently stopped her with a tap on the shoulder. "Wait a moment, Amy." Amy looked at him expectantly.
Zack gave her the most mischievous smile she had ever seen on someone NOT Mina, and dramatically fell on
one knee after fishing her ring out of his pocket. In a melodramatic, stage-like voice, he said to her, replete
with heavy sighs, "My darling, you are beautiful, you are lovely, you are gorgeous, you are stunning, you are
hot, you are sexy..."
Amy giggled, "If you need more adjectives, I have a pocket thesaurus in my purse..."
Zack gave her a mock-glare, "Don't interrupt, woman! I'm on a roll here!" Reverting back to the melodramatic
voice, he continued, "Of course, besides your outrageous good looks, you're also smart and nice and brave and
caring. Oh, and did I mention that you're very pretty?"
Amy arched a delicate eyebrow up, and noticed that Serena and Darien, watching them from behind, were
both doubled up in laughter. "Yes, yes, thank you for the compliments. Are you trying to tell me something?"
Her voice merry and amused.
"My magnificent one, please accept this ring as a token of my eternal and undying love." Zack finished, his
entirely solemn voice contradicting the laughter in his eyes.
Amy burst out laughing, "Yes, I'd 'marry' you, but we're 'married' already." She let Zack slip the ring back on her
ring finger.
Zack's laughter joined hers, as he stood back up and stood by her side. "Well, I thought it was rather unfair. I
was 'married' to a girl and didn't even get the chance to propose to her!" He winked roguishly.
Amy laughed, then grew serious. "I wonder if any of us will really get married, with this lifestyle we live. We've
the brains, the looks, everything. But that doesn't take away from the fact that we're killers. I've lost count of
how many people's blood I have on my hands. And what man would want a wife who not only could kick his
ass but, from her job description, could get killed any day? What man would want to have to be ready every
day to explain to his kids that mommy got killed by some crazy psycho killer she was hunting after? What man
would want a wife who masquerades as a prostitute to seduce an assassin?"
Zoisite's eyebrows shot up. "You did that?!"
Amy smiled wryly. "You better believe it. That's how I killed Rubeus. I was all trussed up in this tiny beaded top
that was basically little more than a bra, and a tiny leather skirt. With blonde hair and brown eyes. Bleugh! I
had to fawn all over him! I killed him with a kiss!" She shuddered at the memory. "I had special lipstick made,
the man had deadly allergies to penicillin. He kissed me, and started to go into anaphylactic shock. I snapped
his neck to put him out of his misery."
Zack nodded slowly. He understood her concerns: He, too, although an inveterate playboy, had never had any
long committed relationships, for the same reason. A one-night-stand had no strings attached. No one had any
expectations of follow-up. But a real relationship...how could a woman ever want a man who could get killed
any day? And not just any old criminal justice official, but a fucking James Bond in the flesh! A man to drool
over on TV, but certainly not a 'honey-I'm-home' husband type. Unless...he looked at Amy, and thought about
Kevin and Mina, and James and Raye. And when he spoke again, his voice was serious. "Amy, unless you find
some other guy and fall in love with him and all that jazz, I promise you, that if you ever need a guy for a date
some lonely evening, or to talk to, or whatever, I'll be there."
Amy bit back a retort of "What, you'll manage to squeeze me between girls 14 and 15?" when she saw that he
was absolutely serious. "Thank you." She said softly. Then, she smirked. "You're not as bad as I thought, pretty
boy."
Zack chuckled. Somehow, when she said it, he felt no offense at the epithet. Then, both of them realized that
they were still standing outside. Zack opened the door for Amy, and the two walked in, to see two grim-faced
people. Darien and Serena sat on the sofa in the living room, and Darien spoke up.
"We were just watching the news. Breaking news came in that two of the FBI's most wanted assassins have
been found killed in the back parking lot of the restaurant that we ate lunch at. One with a knife in his gut, the
other with a poisoned needle in his thigh......is this what you two stepped out for?"
Amy and Zack nodded silently. "The two were known as Peridot and Bloodstone. Both were Demando's thugs."
Amy said. "Peridot was at Terrelunia Inc. and followed us to the restaurant. I stepped out with him and took
him out with the poisoned needle. Bloodstone was his reinforcement. Zack killed him with a flying knife when he
shot at me."
"Yes, so now you know what you're up against. Admittedly, Demando is nearly finished. He had about 20 minions
worth mentioning working under him originally. We, my fellow agents along with Amy's fellow agents, have taken
care of 16 or so in the past 4 years, counting today. But yes, Demando is a ruthless little asshole. Which is why
WE are here instead of two cops or something like that. These people aren't just a bunch of teenage gangsters
who need to let out some excess testosterone. But," seeing the terror on Serena's face, he continued, "do not
worry too much about it. Amy and I are two of the eight best agents this nation has to offer. The damned FBI
doesn't even have any of us listed in their agent database, they save us for especially problematic cases. So,
not to be cocky or anything, but we will be able to handle it. I promise."
Darien and Serena nodded, slightly more reassured. Darien was about to launch more questions when Zack held
up a hand. "Sorry, but we cannot tell you more. Even you, our clients, shouldn't know any more than is strictly
necessary about us. Too dangerous."
Darien and Serena understood, and the four went to have a thoughtful, silent dinner.
~ ~ ~
Meanwhile, in a secret room somewhere in northern California, a man with silvery lavender hair cursed when he
saw the same thing on the news as Serena and Darien had. "Bloody hell, they've got one of THEM on their side."
He was fairly sure that that bitch, Luna Felis, had sent one of her girls after Serena and Darien, although, to be
sure, it could also be one of those bastards working for Artemis Cato. Now, that made his job considerably more
difficult...
He needed to find out exactly who was protecting Serena and Darien...
* * *
Okay, that's it for this chapter! More action (not THAT type of action, you perverts out there!!) coming up in
the next chapter!
I'm exhausted...brain and finger overwork...lol
REVIEW!!!!!
~Thalia
fluffy nonetheless. If you hate fluff, CLICK THE 'BACK' BUTTON ON YOUR BROWSER IMMEDIATELY!!! Basically,
Amy and Zack have a nice long talk...not too much action...sorry...
SO! If you don't like fluff, etc, just do not read on. DO NOT flame me telling me that you hate fluff, or that
there wasn't enough action in this chapter!! BECAUSE, not only have you been warned, I believe that if I can
do a chapter a day and make sure that y'all are never kept hanging, you seriously have no reason to complain!
~glares at someone who will go unnamed for emailing me that flame and DID NOT EVEN TELL ME WHAT (S)HE
DISLIKED!~
Okay, I'm sick of writing this long Author's notes and I don't have anything more to say, so here goes...
Disclaimers apply, blah blah blah...
REVIEW!
~Thalia
* * *
Amy and Zack kept silent about the two assassins for the time being, just assured Serena and Darien that
everything was now all right. They then waited for Amy to eat her now cold food, then paid, left and headed
back to work. The afternoon passed uneventfully.
Soon, they had reached Serena and Darien's mansion once again, and Amy was about to walk in when Zack
gently stopped her with a tap on the shoulder. "Wait a moment, Amy." Amy looked at him expectantly.
Zack gave her the most mischievous smile she had ever seen on someone NOT Mina, and dramatically fell on
one knee after fishing her ring out of his pocket. In a melodramatic, stage-like voice, he said to her, replete
with heavy sighs, "My darling, you are beautiful, you are lovely, you are gorgeous, you are stunning, you are
hot, you are sexy..."
Amy giggled, "If you need more adjectives, I have a pocket thesaurus in my purse..."
Zack gave her a mock-glare, "Don't interrupt, woman! I'm on a roll here!" Reverting back to the melodramatic
voice, he continued, "Of course, besides your outrageous good looks, you're also smart and nice and brave and
caring. Oh, and did I mention that you're very pretty?"
Amy arched a delicate eyebrow up, and noticed that Serena and Darien, watching them from behind, were
both doubled up in laughter. "Yes, yes, thank you for the compliments. Are you trying to tell me something?"
Her voice merry and amused.
"My magnificent one, please accept this ring as a token of my eternal and undying love." Zack finished, his
entirely solemn voice contradicting the laughter in his eyes.
Amy burst out laughing, "Yes, I'd 'marry' you, but we're 'married' already." She let Zack slip the ring back on her
ring finger.
Zack's laughter joined hers, as he stood back up and stood by her side. "Well, I thought it was rather unfair. I
was 'married' to a girl and didn't even get the chance to propose to her!" He winked roguishly.
Amy laughed, then grew serious. "I wonder if any of us will really get married, with this lifestyle we live. We've
the brains, the looks, everything. But that doesn't take away from the fact that we're killers. I've lost count of
how many people's blood I have on my hands. And what man would want a wife who not only could kick his
ass but, from her job description, could get killed any day? What man would want to have to be ready every
day to explain to his kids that mommy got killed by some crazy psycho killer she was hunting after? What man
would want a wife who masquerades as a prostitute to seduce an assassin?"
Zoisite's eyebrows shot up. "You did that?!"
Amy smiled wryly. "You better believe it. That's how I killed Rubeus. I was all trussed up in this tiny beaded top
that was basically little more than a bra, and a tiny leather skirt. With blonde hair and brown eyes. Bleugh! I
had to fawn all over him! I killed him with a kiss!" She shuddered at the memory. "I had special lipstick made,
the man had deadly allergies to penicillin. He kissed me, and started to go into anaphylactic shock. I snapped
his neck to put him out of his misery."
Zack nodded slowly. He understood her concerns: He, too, although an inveterate playboy, had never had any
long committed relationships, for the same reason. A one-night-stand had no strings attached. No one had any
expectations of follow-up. But a real relationship...how could a woman ever want a man who could get killed
any day? And not just any old criminal justice official, but a fucking James Bond in the flesh! A man to drool
over on TV, but certainly not a 'honey-I'm-home' husband type. Unless...he looked at Amy, and thought about
Kevin and Mina, and James and Raye. And when he spoke again, his voice was serious. "Amy, unless you find
some other guy and fall in love with him and all that jazz, I promise you, that if you ever need a guy for a date
some lonely evening, or to talk to, or whatever, I'll be there."
Amy bit back a retort of "What, you'll manage to squeeze me between girls 14 and 15?" when she saw that he
was absolutely serious. "Thank you." She said softly. Then, she smirked. "You're not as bad as I thought, pretty
boy."
Zack chuckled. Somehow, when she said it, he felt no offense at the epithet. Then, both of them realized that
they were still standing outside. Zack opened the door for Amy, and the two walked in, to see two grim-faced
people. Darien and Serena sat on the sofa in the living room, and Darien spoke up.
"We were just watching the news. Breaking news came in that two of the FBI's most wanted assassins have
been found killed in the back parking lot of the restaurant that we ate lunch at. One with a knife in his gut, the
other with a poisoned needle in his thigh......is this what you two stepped out for?"
Amy and Zack nodded silently. "The two were known as Peridot and Bloodstone. Both were Demando's thugs."
Amy said. "Peridot was at Terrelunia Inc. and followed us to the restaurant. I stepped out with him and took
him out with the poisoned needle. Bloodstone was his reinforcement. Zack killed him with a flying knife when he
shot at me."
"Yes, so now you know what you're up against. Admittedly, Demando is nearly finished. He had about 20 minions
worth mentioning working under him originally. We, my fellow agents along with Amy's fellow agents, have taken
care of 16 or so in the past 4 years, counting today. But yes, Demando is a ruthless little asshole. Which is why
WE are here instead of two cops or something like that. These people aren't just a bunch of teenage gangsters
who need to let out some excess testosterone. But," seeing the terror on Serena's face, he continued, "do not
worry too much about it. Amy and I are two of the eight best agents this nation has to offer. The damned FBI
doesn't even have any of us listed in their agent database, they save us for especially problematic cases. So,
not to be cocky or anything, but we will be able to handle it. I promise."
Darien and Serena nodded, slightly more reassured. Darien was about to launch more questions when Zack held
up a hand. "Sorry, but we cannot tell you more. Even you, our clients, shouldn't know any more than is strictly
necessary about us. Too dangerous."
Darien and Serena understood, and the four went to have a thoughtful, silent dinner.
~ ~ ~
Meanwhile, in a secret room somewhere in northern California, a man with silvery lavender hair cursed when he
saw the same thing on the news as Serena and Darien had. "Bloody hell, they've got one of THEM on their side."
He was fairly sure that that bitch, Luna Felis, had sent one of her girls after Serena and Darien, although, to be
sure, it could also be one of those bastards working for Artemis Cato. Now, that made his job considerably more
difficult...
He needed to find out exactly who was protecting Serena and Darien...
* * *
Okay, that's it for this chapter! More action (not THAT type of action, you perverts out there!!) coming up in
the next chapter!
I'm exhausted...brain and finger overwork...lol
REVIEW!!!!!
~Thalia