DISCLAIMER: All I have is my TV, so for the sake of all that is good and rots teenage minds, don't sue me. I own nothing except the plot.

Author's note(s): WELL. It's been a good, long time since I've updated. I've just been so busy and my other story is just so great that this one has been a bit outshined. But oh well, I'm still going to work on this one because it still shows promise. I hope you guys enjoy this one even though it took a good while to get it up.

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The two spoke not a word on the ride to the hotel. Syaoran was too busy smirking to speak while Sakura was still in her daze.

'How could I be that stupid? That unprofessional?'

Her thoughts rang with disbelief and she continued to chastise herself.

'He already thought I was stupid and I just gave him proof to back it up. And as for Li Chang, how could I possibly flirt with a kidnapper? The kidnapper I just happen to be looking for?!'

A lone thought broke in. 'He was cute, though . . .'

Her face broke into a small smile. She heard a snort behind her, which instantly caused it to fall off her face again. She glared daggers at him, wishing she could throw some real ones his way.

The cab driver cast many looks over his shoulder, eyeing the two carefully. He shrugged.

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Sakura struggled to hold her bag, slamming the cab door shut. The two were walking away when Sakura realized she had forgotten her purse. She was relieved to see the cabdriver had not moved from his spot and was speaking on a cell phone. She excused herself and raced off to retrieve it.

She heard Syaoran's snort and winced.

'You can stop giving him reasons to belittle you anytime now, Sakura.'

Shaking her head, she walked around the back of the cab, opening the door quietly. Her agent's training had led her to be quiet as often as possible. She heard part of the cab driver's heated conversation.

"I know, I know, sir. I couldn't help it. They didn't say anything for me to report. They just sat in the back in silence," he said loudly.

She slipped inside the cab and closed the door with a barely audible click. Flattening herself to the floorboard, she listened carefully. The conversation continued as the driver was unaware of his uninvited guest.

"I saw the two heading into the Hilton, sir."

The voice on the other end was muffled; Sakura could understand nothing he was saying.

"I don't know which room, sir."

There was a long pause.

"They've already left for the Hilton. It's too late to follow them," he finally spoke, somewhat timidly. His words were immediately greeted by yelling.

Sakura couldn't hold back her smirk as the words erupted the perfect silence of the cab. He was shouting too fast for her to understand the words, but she recognized the voice to be that of a certain flirty kidnapper. The cab driver's words surprised her.

"Hang on, sir, and I'll check. Come to think of it, the girl was missing her purse when she got out," he said, hope ringing in his voice. He started to turn.

Sakura's eyes widened, and she pushed herself from the floor quickly. Her mind hummed with warm and fluent curses, tinted slightly with alarm. Thankfully, the voice on the other end spoke before the man had completed his turn. He paused for a moment, listening carefully. His pause allowed her enough time to remove herself from the car.

Calming her breathing, she opened the door, this time loudly.

The cab driver looked up, his eyes widening. They turned quickly to her bag. Indecision took over his body. She smiled charmingly, making the decision for him.

Snatching the purse quickly, she spoke. "I'm so glad you're still here. I left my purse. Thanks a lot."

She flashed another flawless smile and stepped back, slamming the door in one fluent motion. Before the driver could even speak, she was making her way across the sidewalk on her way to the Hilton.

Remembering the conversation, she reached into her purse quickly and removed her compact. Using the mirror, she soon found the driver's face in the crowd, eyes intent upon her. Once again a smirk found its place on her lips, quickly replaced by a carefree smile. Placing a bit of powder on her already perfect cheeks, she closed it and readied herself.

'Finally I can show this Li Chang why I am an agent.'

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[Finally from Syaoran's viewpoint ^_^ Can you believe it's the first time??]

He looked outside of the large window, scanning the crowd impatiently for his partner. He had already gotten the room key and found his way to the room without a sign of her.

'Where is she? It can't possibly take that long for a girl to get her purse. How could the agency give me such a stupid partner?'

His mind tripped over the word partner. He winced. It was even an unbearable thought in his own head.

'She cannot even control herself enough to keep from flirting on the job.'

He smirked as he recalled her face once she had read the note Chang had given her. His entire family had those genes. Chang was especially gifted with making a grand entrance into a woman's life. A smile broke onto his face. He quickly shoved it away, and his lips returned to their normal emotionless form.

"No warm family thoughts while on the job, Syaoran. Especially of your cousin," he spoke softly to himself.

Turning his eyes once again to the window, he caught the familiar short amber hair climbing out of a parked cab rather hurriedly. He noticed she was without her bag. He narrowed his eyes as she quickly reopened the door, soon resurfacing once again with the retrieved personal item.

'Was she stupid enough to forget it?' he wondered, the smirk almost forming.

It dropped quickly when he noticed the cab driver step from the cab. Syaoran's eyes followed the slinking form as it, in turn, followed his partner. He narrowed his gaze, examining her face for any hint of recognition that she was being followed. Finding none, he cursed, and started to turn, set on helping her. Something called him back to the window for another look.

He noticed she had retrieved her compact from her bag and was examining herself. He noticed her face was carelessly checking herself. He narrowed his eyes and a smile began to form. Underneath her façade, he recognized that look. She was toying with him.

He clucked appreciatively as he watched her move carelessly through the crowd. The driver followed, a mouse in her trap. Not bothering to wipe his smile from his face, he let it change into a smirk. Then he grabbed his jacket from the chair, eyes set on the door.

'I can't let entertainment like this pass by.'

The door clicked shut.

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Training her ears on the figure behind her, she set her eyes on the window displays she passed by, heading down the main street. She let her body take on the act of a carefree window shopper. Her eyes widened and her body stopped as she caught a particular store. A plan began to formulate.

She let the bell announce her entrance, cheerfully throwing a smile the receptionist's way, and made her way to the corner she was looking for. Before plastering her eyes to the shelves, she tossed a careless look in a mirror to her right. She fought to keep a smile from her lips as she recognized the driver's uncertain face.

She stood at the display for nearly a full five minutes before finally choosing one. She didn't have to look to know the man was still waiting in the next isle. Picking up the item, she headed toward the desk, keeping her eyes from straying to the man's form.

After paying for it, she stepped out of the store. Scanning around, she soon found a bench. Taking her seat, she reached into her purse and pulled a pen out, making sure it wasn't the one Eriol had given her. After uncapping it, she pulled the stationary from its bag.

Her eyes took in the pretty pink paper appreciatively. Cherry blossoms were scattered over the surface, serving as a watermark. Placing the pen near the surface, she let the words flow, ignoring the man's presence behind her.

'Who knew you to be so wonderful at grand entrances? Imagine my
surprise when I saw your name signed at the bottom. I hope your smug
smile has had time to be removed. If not, I'm sure this note will
help.

I include in this note my sincerest hope that your thugs may one day
be better trained. This one in particular needs a little bit of help
in the art of trailing people. If you're that desperate, maybe I can
give them a couple pointers sometime.

I guess your loss is my gain, for I was provided with a messenger.
Although I have many things to say to you, I'll get to the point. I'd
love to join you for dinner some time. Just let me know when is the
best time for you. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out which room
I'm staying in. . . eventually.'

She signed her name, smiling despite herself. She tucked her pen back into her purse and folded the letter in half. Not bothering to wipe her smile from her lips, she started down the street, straining to hear the footsteps behind her.

Her ears suddenly picked up on an extra pair of footsteps. The smile turned into a frown, calculating.

'I thought there was only one.'

She discreetly checked to make sure her knives were still fastened in their sheathes. The cold metal helped her feel more secure.

Carefully searching for a more abandoned area, she finally found one. Turning, she found herself in an alley. Backing into the shadows, she paused and pulled a knife from its sheath. She waited for the driver to turn the corner.

Jumping out quickly, she grabbed him and forced him against the wall. Hurriedly, she pressed the knife against his neck threateningly. She heard his gulp and watched as his eyes widened, searching the emerald for a hint of emotion. There was none.

She spoke in a monotone. "I have a note for your boss. I suggest you give it to him."

She let him fall back on the ground, though her knife never moved. Using her now-free hand, she retrieved the note she had just scribbled. Pressing it against his chest, she noticed his legs were trembling lightly. She spoke more quietly this time, increasing the threat in her tone.

"Don't follow me anymore."

She stepped back, watching as his knees collapsed. His hand moved to the inside of this coat, and Sakura cursed.

'Of course the thug would have to have a gun.'

Without another moment to waste, she flung the knife forward, watching as it landed barely an inch above his head. The man paused, forgetting the gun in his fear. When the man finally dared to look up, she already had her second knife aimed and ready.

"I won't miss the next time. Now get up and go."

The familiar indecision found its way in his eyes. Sakura watched as he finally stood and ran from the alley. Only when his footsteps no longer echoed did she breathe. Fighting the urge to collapse, she retrieved her knife from the wall.

'Thank goodness he left. I didn't want to kill him before he delivered the message.'

Suddenly she was aware of a presence behind her. The memory of a second pair of footsteps forced itself into her mind. Whirling around, she faced a man who was much closer than she had believed. Her hand was raised threateningly, a knife pressed very close to a certain chest.

Her eyes caught purely amused amber. She stepped back hurriedly, putting the needed space between the two of them. Turning her eyes to the ground, she tucked her knife back into their hidden sheathes, trying to wipe his amused eyes from her memory.

"You shouldn't surprise me when I have a knife in my hand, Syaoran."

The silence was so deafening Sakura was finally forced to look up. She caught him looking at her strangely. She watched as something finally snapped him out of his reverie. A blush tinted his cheeks lightly and he avoided her eyes.

"We should head back to the hotel."

He turned and started in that direction. Sakura quickly raced after him and the two walked stride in stride, matching one's silence for the other. Finally Syaoran broke it.

"That was mildly impressive."

Sakura was stunned. She looked up at him, but he kept his eyes firmly concentrating forward. She muttered a simple "thank you" and the two continued walking.

'Why is he acting so strangely?'

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Author's Note 2: Okay, well this is shorter than the second chapter as far as page length, but I think it might still be longer. There was a lot more action in this one; more description. I hope you guys enjoyed it, sorry for the long wait. I'm getting caught up in Falling Blossom. ^_^ And I have another idea for another story.

And yes, I did not make a mistake, Li Chang is Syaoran's cousin.