A/N= This is where the story gets nasty… for me anyway. I pledge allegiance to Smithie and Smithie alone. This whole Neo seduction thing really makes my brain hurt but it's part of the story so I suppose I must continue. Could this chapter BE any shorter? Seriously, I think this Author's Note is longer than the freakin' chapter!! breathes fire Uh… anyway… I've got 'Enter The Matrix' now!!! I'm borrowing it off Foul Ricky. Foul Ricky promised me a few weeks earlier that he'd lend it me in exchange for my pirate copy of Revolutions but when I woke up the next day they were both gone. Next time I see him I'm going to punch him in the face. 'Enter the Matrix' is cool- all the postal workers looks like Hugo Weaving. Anyway, the exams are closing in on me and I'm getting sleepier by the day. I couldn't sleep last night- all I was doing was lying there giggling and I don't know why. I'm beginning to worry. Anyway yeah, I don't own any of the characters and so on so forth related to the Matrix…Agent Jones fell into the pickle jar on my shelf by ACCIDENT, okay? I had nothing to do with it… honest.. No really! nervous giggle

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Smith sat on the bonnet of their black limousine that night and looked down at Trinity's unconscious body on the floor.

"They could come for her…" he said quietly.

"They know just as well as we do that she'll awaken in a few minutes," Jones replied.

"What if she doesn't?"

"She will."

"What if they come for her anyway?"

"They won't."

"Even if they do, they have no chance of getting past us," Brown said with a smile.

"Yes but… what if they do?"

Jones and Brown both groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Smith, will you stop worrying for two seconds please?" asked Jones.

"I'm not worrying," Smith answered stubbornly. "I'm… wondering."

"Well don't. Watts will be fine."

"She isn't ready for this yet."

"Of course she is."

"The last time we said she was ready, she was thrown out of a window and falling to her death."

"That was her first try," Brown argued.

"And this is her second try! What has happened between them that has made you both so sure of her?"

The two agents said nothing. Smith smiled, got to his feet and walked a few steps away from them.

"She's going to make it, Smith." Jones called after him. "Somehow she's going to pull it off…"

"And… what if she doesn't?" asked Smith.

Emma was bored. She had been at the nightclub a mere ten minutes and already she wanted to go home. She was surrounded by people, men had offered her drinks, asked her to dance. Emma had refused them all. It was hard to spot Neo with so many people around her but as the familiar sounds of Rob Zombie's 'Dragula' began to fill the club, Emma quickly got to her feet and pushed through the crowds. That song. She'd heard it so many times…

And there he was. Leaning against the wall, more out of place than a bat on a beach, looking just as bored as Emma felt.

"Hello Neo," Emma said, mocking Trinity's own words as she walked towards him.

"How do you know that name?" he asked.

Emma smiled. "I've had my eye on you for some time now, Mis-ter Anderson…" she whispered, moving closer towards him.

And all at once, as Emma looked up at him and their eyes met, Neo fell in love.

Smith put a hand to his earpiece. "She's moving," he hissed.

The three agents looked towards the doors of the nightclub and sure enough, they soon opened. Watts and Neo hurriedly left the nightclub and walked down the street, hand in hand.

"Looks like she did it, Smith," said Jones.

"I doubt we'll have any trouble off him once she's through with him," Brown grinned cheekily.

"That is a disgusting thought, Brown," Smith snarled.

"We must proceed and leave at once," Jones reminded them both.

"We'll await her report in the morning," Brown agreed.

Smith nodded and they got into their car and drove away into the night.

Emma clumsily opened her bedroom door and let Neo inside. Immediately she wrapped her arms around him and they kissed passionately for a few minutes until Neo pulled away.

"What's that?" he asked, smiling as he looked over her shoulder.

Emma turned around and to her horror found herself face to face with her enormous Matrix Reloaded poster- filled with thousands of Smith clones. She screamed, ran to it and tore it off the wall.

"Um… nothing," she stammered. "It's nothing."

"It looked kind of cool,"

"Oh it was just a poster for this um… nerdy science-fiction film I used to like…"

"Oh… um…okay…" Neo said, looking slightly confused.

"Now where were we?" Emma smiled, sitting down on the bed.

The rest is behind closed doors.