The characters you recognize belong to Angela Robinson, who did a fantastic job creating characters who could suck you in. So thanks to her for providing fun characters to play with) If you've seen the movie you know the soundtrack is very important, so I am going to try to include a song for each segment, download the songs and enjoy! This chapter "Red Dragon Tatoo" by Fountains of Wayne.

:Red Dragon tattoo

It's just about on me

I got it for you

So now do you want me

with nothing to prove

Will you be my honey

In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
I'm fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you:

Barcelona 2007

Amy's POV

"Gracias Maria."

"De Nada, Amy," Maria waved as I let the bakery door shut behind me. I headed up the street, bread under my arm. I headed quickly to the farmers market, had to get their early to make sure you got the best.

"Good morning Jonathan," I greeted, pushing through the light crowd to stand in front of our usual vendor.

"Hey," he smiled, handing someone else their change before turning to me. "Where's Lucy?" His perfect English was obvious in the market.

"You know she's never up before noon," I laughed a little. "What's good this morning?"

"Cherries and peaches are your best bet."

"A couple pounds of peaches then," Jonathan nodded, already chatting up someone else in Spanish as he bagged my request. He turned back to me, handing over the peaches and accepting the money.

"Goodbye Amy, tell Lucy we would like to see her around more on the docks again."

"I will," I duck out of the market quickly, eager to get home before Lucy wakes up. Turning onto our street I see the neighbor waking towards me, his daughter being tugged along.

"Amy!" Adela, our neighbors little girl dropped her fathers hand, running to wrap herself around my leg. I patted her back, smiling.

"Hey Adela, hey Hector," I smiled at her father, who gave me a little wave as he walked forward.

"Hello Amy," Hector spoke in thick English. "What are you doing out so soon in the day?"

"Just getting breakfast," I hold up the loaf of bread and he nods, grabbing Adela, and lifting her high in his arms.

"Say goodbye Adela."

"Goodbye Amy," she makes it sound sweeter and more unique then I thought my name could ever sound.

I waved goodbye to them, walking up the little pathway to our house. I unlocked the door and opened it as quietly as possible. Stepping inside the cool house, still not touched by the day's sun, even in September the days were still long and warm. I set my bags on the marble countertop, turn on the coffee maker, and head to the bedroom, stopping in the living room to open the curtains, sun lighting up shelves of books for me, and wide plasma TV Lucy loved so much.

I slid quietly into the room, gently closing the door behind me. Our room faced the ocean, and the sun was streaming in already, heating the room, and falling beautifully on the woman in the bed, covered only in the white top sheet, dark hair falling over her face. I pulled off my sweater, which had been necessary when I left, but now was already too warm. Pulling on a white tank top, I felt much better, ready to begin work.

I sat behind the canvas, taking a second to fully take in the woman in front of me before taking over where I left off. I had always struck me how beautiful she was when she slept, her and the ocean view behind her, complementing each other in the morning sun. I began to zone, disappearing into the painting in front of me, I hardly needed to glance away, I knew the view and her face well enough to paint blind if I needed to. As I worked, trying to capture all the colors in her hair, I reflected on the past couple years.

We had left quickly for Barcelona, something it took a while for my parents to forgive. But being artists themselves the supported the reason for moving, even if I couldn't exactly explain we had to move fast because my girlfriend was wanted by the government. After their first trip to visit they were completely alright with the girl thing as well thank god. Thank god Lucy is as charming as she is beautiful.

After a few months of moving around, outrunning the Debs until they lost interest, we settled into a comfy life. An easiness I never expected to have with another person. Not to mention happiness that...

"Hey," her voice pulls me out of my own head the way no one else can. She hasn't moved, by now I can see a smile through the hair she reaches to pull away.

"Hey there," I smile back, setting down my brush, I look at the painting, surprised that I have completely finished her hair, and it looks more accurate then I could have even hoped for.

"Come get back in bed," she invites, rolling to her back, and holding out a hand to me. For a second I think about painting more, it was going well, but another look at her and I can't resist. I slide into bed with her, leaning in to kiss the lips I know so well.

"I'm never going to get this painting done."

"That's fine," she smiles, brushing my hair back from my face. "I have better things in mind anyway." She tugs my hair gently, pulling me back to her. I only allow myself to be pulled so far, smiling and making her lean up for the rest, and as we kiss again, she pushes me to my back. I smile into the kiss, running my hands down her back, pushing the sheet away from the bare skin, pulling her closer to me as she gently bites my lower lip. The door burst open slamming against the wall, sending her rolling away from me, sheet to her chest, gun from the night table in hand and pointing at the doorway.

"Damn it, every time," Max stands in the doorway, gun in hand, but hanging in her hand as she leans against the door. Behind her I see Dominique and Janet peer in. Dominique rolls her eyes and walks away, followed by Janet who I can hear.

"Hey, did you ask if you could smoke in here, maybe Amy doesn't want you to smoke in here." I hear the sliding door open and slam shut.

"Max, what are you doing here?" I ask, sitting up, running a hand through my hair, and adjusting my tank top, Lucy still has her gun leveled at Max. I shoot her a look, but she just raises an eyebrow.

"Seeing something that will haunt me... again."

"Well maybe if you knocked," Lucy answers. I give her another look and she rolls her eyes, dropping the gun to the night stand, and attempting to stand up, sheet still wrapped around her. It's a wrapped under me though, I quickly stand, letting her pull it away. I grab her hand as she steps past me, standing up to whisper to her.

"Lucy, be nice." I let her go, and she walks to the bathroom, managing to look perfectly natural with nothing but a sheet on.

"Nice to see you, Max," she shoots Max a dazzling smile, and slams the bathroom door. I give Max a half smile.

"So, you want the tour?"

I show the others quickly around the house. It doesn't take too long, it's not a huge house, but it's big enough, and right on the beach. I leave them on the back deck, pouring four cups of coffee, and beginning to slice the fresh bread. The sliding door opens and shuts and Janet walks through to the kitchen.

"Need any help?" She asks.

"Can you get the butter from the fridge?" I ask, smiling.

"It's a nice house, Amy." She sets the butter down on the tray I am making.

"What are you doing here, Janet?" I ask, hoping for honesty, a little time to figure things out before Max confronts me with the purpose of their visit. Janet kind of grimaces before answering.

"Max will tell you when she thinks it's time. I can't tell you anything, she'd kill me, and I'm already on probation this month, that's why I'm back on her team."

"What'd you do?" I ask leaning against the counter, and fixing her with a look.

"Nothing big," she tries to defend herself.

"Janet," I stare at her, waiting her out, I know it won't take long for her to crack.

"Okay, there was this little incident with the president. Someone breached security on my watch."

"Janet!"

"It was little! The guy was a bible salesman! Bush even bought something, but they put me on probation, and now I am stuck with Max." I have to laugh, carrying the tray out, Janet following with the coffee. Some things never change.

Lucy's POV

God damn Debs, always in the way, I shake my head, seeing Amy, Janet and Max laughing on the deck. The French one is just kind of watching them, like she isn't sure what she is doing with them. I guess I get that, Amy catches my eye, smiling in at me. Never mind, I know what I am doing with them. I check the coffee, just enough for one more cup. I pour one quickly, and rip off a piece of bread, joining them on the deck.

"So this big ass wrestler type guy is coming at me," Max is deep in story telling as I sidle up to perch on the wide arm of Amy's chair. She brings her hand to my back, tracing gentle circles as we listen to Max.

"So he goes down hard, with this real surprised look like 'Damn that girl just kicked my ass', and I'm all like 'yeah, that's right, now you know how we roll'. His buddies took one look at him crying on the floor like a bitty baby, and gave up right there to me and Dominique. If you coulda seen Bobby and the rest of the CIA boys faces when we came back with all the men in custody."

Even I have to laugh at that, it reminds me of that shmucks face when he heard Amy saying she was leaving the dance with me. Poor guy, no man likes to think a girl would leave him for another girl. After a few moments of laughter a heavy silence takes over, I exchange glances with Amy, knowing the real reason for the visit is about to come out.

"So, I know you two are doing really well, and are happy," Max starts, actually looking a little apologetic to be bringing it up.

"Here we go," I roll my eyes; Amy pokes me in the back to behave. Max ignores me and continues.

"But there's been a little issue, and we need your help."

"Max, I'm not a Deb anymore."

"Not your help," Max clarifies, looking at me. I choke down my sip of coffee.

"Me?" I ask. "You're kidding right?"

"What's going on, Max?" Amy looks worried, taking my hand. "They might not be as actively looking, but the Debs still want to see Lucy go down."

"So do about five other government agencies," Max nods

"Is that a threat?" I ask.

"No, we just want you to realize how many people are looking for you," Janet quickly jumps in, maybe hoping to break the tension between Max and me a bit. Good luck girl.

"Thank you Janet," Max speaks coolly, and Janet shuts up quickly. "The point is if you help us with this all the agencies are willing to pardon you, drop all charges and leave you alone."

"And the catch is?" I ask, eyebrow raised.

"You're going to have to go under cover, penetrate a gang you're pretty familiar with."

"Who?"

"Asha Tyler's." She answers, not trying to sweeten it at all. I scowl, standing up quickly, and setting my coffee down.

"No deal. I take my chances." I walk away quickly. Asha, the first person I was ever really in love with. I mean if you can truly be in love with someone who treats you like shit, and possibly traumatizes you for life, or at least for dating.

I glance back over my shoulder as I head for the beach. Max is speaking quickly to Amy, who keeps looking back over at me, worry in her eyes. I scowl, starting to walk faster. It's hard in the sand through, and soon I hear Amy catching up with me.

"Lucy," I ignore her at first, even though I know it won't stop her. "Lucy!" She grabs my arm, spinning me to face her, taking a step back at the anger on my face.

"What? I said no, that's it!" I glare at her, daring her to challenge me on this one.

"Baby, talk to me," she slides a hand around my waist, pulling me too her. As much as I want to resist, want to run far away, I just can't. Instead I melt into her, clinging to her. She pulls back so she can look me in the eye.

"Who's Asha?"

"Ohh, fuck," is my only answer, as I pull away from her and drop to the sand. "She's the reason I disappeared for all that time," I finally sigh out, looking over the ocean.

"Oh," Amy answers quietly, sinking down next to me. "The ex-girlfriend," she pauses for a second, digesting the information. "Do you still like her?" I spit out a bitter laugh.

"She broke my heart Amy. Dumped me hard, and left me completely fucked up." She looks like she's wondering if that means I like her or not, so I clarify. "No, I do not still like her."

"Then why not do it? We could be free. Not have to worry about someone coming after you. After me." I think about this. I never really considered that Amy could be wanted now, just by her association to me. If anything ever happened to her because of me...

"What is she doing?"

"Drug ring, brining in some pretty bad E apparently, lots of kids overdosing on it."

"Anything else?"

"They think she's working a massive weapon deal with Katia Novak."

"Fucking Asha," I shook my head. "Let's get this started then," I sighed, pushing myself up, and reaching back to help Amy. She smiled, kissing me gently.

"Thank you." I nodded, leaning my forehead on hers for a moment, shutting my eyes and gathering strength for this. She gently pushed me away, taking my hand. "We need to pack and go now."

The Debs were already waiting by the front door when we stepped back inside. Amy nodded to them, and we went into the bedroom, quickly packing two duffle bags. Gathering them up, and locking the sliding doors we stepped out of the house following the group to our cars.

"Thanks for doing this," Janet spoke up quietly, smiling at me. "It's going to save a lot of people."

"Just so long as everyone remembers when this is done I walk. I'm not a criminal anymore." Max gave a little snort of laughter.

"Not a criminal? Pretty nice house for an art student, and someone who rents boats."

"Max," Amy scolded, looking a little desperate.

"It belonged to a friend of the family; he left it to me in his will."

"What was he the family arms dealer?" I couldn't stop myself; I grabbed Max's Arm, spinning her to face me. She brought her gun up in my face, I raised my hands.

"Do you want to do this or not? Cause someone who can take on a Hulk Hogan type, shouldn't need a gun to throw down with me." She smirks, holstering her gun.

"Nah, we're good. Just don't fuck up."

"If I was someone who fucked up, I woulda been caught by now," I answered, stalking past her. "And one more thing, if I'm doing this job I need Scud. Asha knows I don't work without him." I opened the trunk of our car, dropping our bags in and slamming it. I looked back at the others, waiting for a response. Janet was looking a little terrified, while Max only smirked, walking past me to her car.

"No problem, we know where to find him."

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