Hey guys I had a case of writers block for "Always on your side" and this story had been working its way into my head so I decided to take a break and write this. I must have a thing for having the girls in my stories pretty screwed up. Haha. R&R please.
Shay
Chapter 1. "Uncovering the layers"
Xander woke up with the sun shining brightly in his eyes. He clamped them closed again and turned over on his stomach and groaned. He would be receiving his new assignment today. Gibbons had kept it a secret from him for months, it had to be something big. Sometimes he just wished he could go back to stealing cars and making money from selling the videos of him driving those cars off bridges on the Internet. After contemplating his soon doom he decided it was time to get up, he wasn't scared of anything he was just feeling particularly lazy lately. Yelena had left him almost exactly four months earlier, he wasn't really hurt, just more surprised. He was never the one to get into long term relationships anyway, but it had been really sudden. Xander was also pretty upset that he hadn't left her first, "take 'em and leave 'em" was the way he did his thing.
He pulled on a pair of ratty old jeans and an Independent sweatshirt, nothing fancy he really didn't care how Gibbons thought he looked, he just wanted to get his assignment and be on his way.
"God only knows what Gibbons has planned for me now." Xander said to himself as he jumped into his GTO and sped off to the station.
When he entered the building he was flooded with the usual sound of beeping cell phones, pagers, and watches. Most undercover cops were busy but he laughed when he thought how he spent 3 months in Bora Bora after saving the world, perhaps that was his reward.
"Ah Agent Cage I see you've decided to join us." Gibbons said angrily rolling his eyes as Xander entered the conference room.
"Alright first knock of the "agent" shit, second of all I'm here ok?" Xander said sending an evil glare to Gibbons. The two still didn't play well, it was like they would never get beyond the fact that Gibbons was the law and Xander has once been on the run from it.
"So what's my mission? What nuclear missel do I have to stop and save the world from now?" Xander asked sarcastically as he threw his arms behind his head and leaned back in his chair.
"Your not saving the world this time Xander." Gibbons told him with a rye smile on his face.
"Ok, then what the hell am I doing? What have I been demoted?" Xander asked Gibbons edging forward in his chair and looking at his boss.
"Not exactly demoted just reassigned in a way Cage. There's girl...."Gibbons began but was quickly cut off by Xander.
"Ha I'm liking this mission already!" Xander hooted.
"She's not like the girl in your room in Prague, Cage." Gibbons finished smiling.
Xander didn't say anything, he never knew that Gibbons knew about that girl. No matter now.
"Alright just tell me what the hell I'm doing then." Xander responded.
"We've been trying to track down this girl for four years. We think we have a place pinpointed on where she is and basically want to cut her a deal, just like we did with you." Gibbons told Xander.
"What did she do?" Xander said wondering if she was another rebel like him. He liked the sound of a woman who drove cars off bridges.
"She's killed 5 people at least that's all we know about, and she's been drug trafficking since she was about 16. We have no idea if she's still doing it. She's had a messed up past Xander, we need to get you to get in there and see if you can get through to her." Gibbons told him.
"How old is this broad and what's her name??" Xander asked curiosley, he didn't know whether he was going to have to work his charm on some 40 year old lady or not.
"Dasha. Eighteen." Gibbons told him.
"Ok, and just what do you mean by a messed up past?" Xander asked coyly cocking his head to the side.
"When she was 14 she ran away from home." Gibbons told him.
"So what? A ton of kids run away from home! I did it too." Xander scoffed.
"She ran away after she beat her father to death with a baseball bat while he was sleeping." Gibbons finished smiling, he knew he had him.
Xander didn't say anything for a minute.
"Alright, and do we know her reasoning? Xander asked finally after taking in this girls crime. This chick Dasha must have had a reason.
"Story goes her father was a real mean drunk. Beat the living crap out of her mother one day, and she ended up in the hospital. The mother wouldn't press charges, said she got mugged because she was so scared of her husband. Dasha apparently was just a bit upset grabbed a baseball bat and went after her father while he was asleep. We haven't seen her since she was 16 when she got arrested for dealing, she got away. She also has a history of self mutilation, stuff like that." Gibbons told him.
"Alright so the kids a killer and she cuts herself. What exactly am I supposed to do here?" Xander asked almost insulted at this mission he was being assigned to it was a cake walk.
"Love her." Gibbons said smiling coyly.
"What?" Xander asked, he wasn't the midnight cowboy, what the hell did Gibbons want him to do?
"Look we've run psych profiling on her files, her type. She's the type to be really strong towards a person and then basically melt for them, the vulnerable type. Get her to trust you, fall in love with you, bring her back here and we cut her the deal. She's smart though Xander I gotta warn you. She's VERY smart, watch yourself, you don't want her to be able to see right through you." Gibbons warned him.
"Alright I get it." Xander told him. Maybe this mission wasn't exactly going to be cake, sure he could basically attack the girl and bring her back here but she was apparently not your average 18 year old, he had to get her to fall in love with him? He didn't really consider himself the loveable, cuddly guy type. But then again, with the way Gibbons described her, she didn't seem like the type to go for that sort of guy.
*Meanwhile*
Dasha leaned back and let the smoke from the cigarette drawl out of her mouth. She leaned over to the broken coffee table and picked up the glue gun, her new form of self- torture that she had discovered about 2 months before. She ran the hot glue down her inner forearm and let it burn. She ran it over the cuts in her arm and let it burn and dry there. She thought of how she got to be like this and then laughed. It seemed as if she couldn't remember anymore, she didn't care, she wanted nothing more than to sit there and let the glue burn.
Shay
Chapter 1. "Uncovering the layers"
Xander woke up with the sun shining brightly in his eyes. He clamped them closed again and turned over on his stomach and groaned. He would be receiving his new assignment today. Gibbons had kept it a secret from him for months, it had to be something big. Sometimes he just wished he could go back to stealing cars and making money from selling the videos of him driving those cars off bridges on the Internet. After contemplating his soon doom he decided it was time to get up, he wasn't scared of anything he was just feeling particularly lazy lately. Yelena had left him almost exactly four months earlier, he wasn't really hurt, just more surprised. He was never the one to get into long term relationships anyway, but it had been really sudden. Xander was also pretty upset that he hadn't left her first, "take 'em and leave 'em" was the way he did his thing.
He pulled on a pair of ratty old jeans and an Independent sweatshirt, nothing fancy he really didn't care how Gibbons thought he looked, he just wanted to get his assignment and be on his way.
"God only knows what Gibbons has planned for me now." Xander said to himself as he jumped into his GTO and sped off to the station.
When he entered the building he was flooded with the usual sound of beeping cell phones, pagers, and watches. Most undercover cops were busy but he laughed when he thought how he spent 3 months in Bora Bora after saving the world, perhaps that was his reward.
"Ah Agent Cage I see you've decided to join us." Gibbons said angrily rolling his eyes as Xander entered the conference room.
"Alright first knock of the "agent" shit, second of all I'm here ok?" Xander said sending an evil glare to Gibbons. The two still didn't play well, it was like they would never get beyond the fact that Gibbons was the law and Xander has once been on the run from it.
"So what's my mission? What nuclear missel do I have to stop and save the world from now?" Xander asked sarcastically as he threw his arms behind his head and leaned back in his chair.
"Your not saving the world this time Xander." Gibbons told him with a rye smile on his face.
"Ok, then what the hell am I doing? What have I been demoted?" Xander asked Gibbons edging forward in his chair and looking at his boss.
"Not exactly demoted just reassigned in a way Cage. There's girl...."Gibbons began but was quickly cut off by Xander.
"Ha I'm liking this mission already!" Xander hooted.
"She's not like the girl in your room in Prague, Cage." Gibbons finished smiling.
Xander didn't say anything, he never knew that Gibbons knew about that girl. No matter now.
"Alright just tell me what the hell I'm doing then." Xander responded.
"We've been trying to track down this girl for four years. We think we have a place pinpointed on where she is and basically want to cut her a deal, just like we did with you." Gibbons told Xander.
"What did she do?" Xander said wondering if she was another rebel like him. He liked the sound of a woman who drove cars off bridges.
"She's killed 5 people at least that's all we know about, and she's been drug trafficking since she was about 16. We have no idea if she's still doing it. She's had a messed up past Xander, we need to get you to get in there and see if you can get through to her." Gibbons told him.
"How old is this broad and what's her name??" Xander asked curiosley, he didn't know whether he was going to have to work his charm on some 40 year old lady or not.
"Dasha. Eighteen." Gibbons told him.
"Ok, and just what do you mean by a messed up past?" Xander asked coyly cocking his head to the side.
"When she was 14 she ran away from home." Gibbons told him.
"So what? A ton of kids run away from home! I did it too." Xander scoffed.
"She ran away after she beat her father to death with a baseball bat while he was sleeping." Gibbons finished smiling, he knew he had him.
Xander didn't say anything for a minute.
"Alright, and do we know her reasoning? Xander asked finally after taking in this girls crime. This chick Dasha must have had a reason.
"Story goes her father was a real mean drunk. Beat the living crap out of her mother one day, and she ended up in the hospital. The mother wouldn't press charges, said she got mugged because she was so scared of her husband. Dasha apparently was just a bit upset grabbed a baseball bat and went after her father while he was asleep. We haven't seen her since she was 16 when she got arrested for dealing, she got away. She also has a history of self mutilation, stuff like that." Gibbons told him.
"Alright so the kids a killer and she cuts herself. What exactly am I supposed to do here?" Xander asked almost insulted at this mission he was being assigned to it was a cake walk.
"Love her." Gibbons said smiling coyly.
"What?" Xander asked, he wasn't the midnight cowboy, what the hell did Gibbons want him to do?
"Look we've run psych profiling on her files, her type. She's the type to be really strong towards a person and then basically melt for them, the vulnerable type. Get her to trust you, fall in love with you, bring her back here and we cut her the deal. She's smart though Xander I gotta warn you. She's VERY smart, watch yourself, you don't want her to be able to see right through you." Gibbons warned him.
"Alright I get it." Xander told him. Maybe this mission wasn't exactly going to be cake, sure he could basically attack the girl and bring her back here but she was apparently not your average 18 year old, he had to get her to fall in love with him? He didn't really consider himself the loveable, cuddly guy type. But then again, with the way Gibbons described her, she didn't seem like the type to go for that sort of guy.
*Meanwhile*
Dasha leaned back and let the smoke from the cigarette drawl out of her mouth. She leaned over to the broken coffee table and picked up the glue gun, her new form of self- torture that she had discovered about 2 months before. She ran the hot glue down her inner forearm and let it burn. She ran it over the cuts in her arm and let it burn and dry there. She thought of how she got to be like this and then laughed. It seemed as if she couldn't remember anymore, she didn't care, she wanted nothing more than to sit there and let the glue burn.