A/N: Hey, it's my second Die Hard fic, and i just did it cuz Simon didn't like not ending up with someone in the first one. So this is for you Simon! (Also, you don't realli need to read the first one, cuz there'll onli be minor references and inside jokes. Well, enjoy!)

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"He's in there all right," Felicity Mason said to her partner, Joe Vilaski. "And he knows what he's doing, that's for sure."

Joe nodded. "You go in and I'll cover you."

"Right."

Felicity ran inside the somewhat abandoned building. It's quiet, she thought. This may be clichéd, but it really is too quiet…

She turned around, gun still up and armed. "Listen, asshole!" she shouted. "We know you're here! If you get your ass out here, I won't hurt you."

Suddenly, Felicity saw a shadow dart across the room. She ran after the criminal. Joe must have called for backup, for the building was swarming with cops.

Felicity was confused. She didn't know who to shoot. She ran closer, but the problem didn't become any simpler. Uneasily, she fired a shot. A man went down. Unfortunately, it was Joe.

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"Oh, Jesus Christ, I am so fucking sorry," Felicity said to Joe, as he was being lifted from the gurney into an ambulance. "I didn't see you – I mean, I thought you were him – oh, God, I'm an idiot."

"Nevertheless," Joe managed, wincing in pain. "I forgive you."

Felicity tucked a stray hair behind her ear and smiled. "I wish Marshon had your attitude."

When Felicity returned to her precinct, the police chief, Randall Marshon exploded. "You shot Joe!" he shouted. "You fucking shot Joe! And you let the bastard get away! What the hell happened?"

"Listen, chief, I'll make it up to you," Felicity pleaded. "It won't happen again, I swear."

"You bet your ass it won't happen again," Randall said. "You're off the force."

It was now Felicity's time to explode. "I'm what?" Felicity shrieked. "You can't do this to me! Where the hell do I go? And don't say you don't give a damn!"

"Go anywhere but here," Randall said. "It was good working with you, but frankly, you're too damn unpredictable and unreliable."

"Oh, thanks, chief." She threw her badge on his desk and turned in her gun. "It was nice knowing you, too."

"No hard feelings, right?" Randall questioned.

Felicity didn't respond. She slammed his office door and walked past one of her fellow agents. "See ya, McClane," she said. "It was better knowing you."

"We'll miss you here, Mason," he said. "If I see that fucker, I'll shoot him twice just for you."

She smiled. "Thanks. See you around sometime. If Randall will let you come within close proximity of me."

John McClane laughed. "If he doesn't, it's not like I haven't broken rules before."

Felicity grinned. "That's true. Well, I'm gonna go back to my one-bedroom apartment and eat a carton of ice cream. Later, McClane."

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Felicity did go back to her apartment in New York City, but felt too depressed to even look in her refrigerator. Instead, she turned on her television and started watching old re-runs of Friends.

That night, she tried to fall asleep, but was unable to do so due to a loud commotion out in the hall. Throwing on a light robe, Felicity opened the door to apartment and looked out.

"Listen to me!" shouted a man with a German accent. "In the paper, you said that this room would be exactly two thousand dollars a month, and now you're telling me it's twice that? I will not pay this!"

"You will if you want to stay here," said Jack, the landlord.

Felicity walked over. "C'mon, Jack," she said in a disapproving voice. "Don't rip him off. It's two thousand. Century Tower has always been two thousand."

"Felicity, Felicity," Jack said, shaking his head. "If you weren't a cop…"

Jack disappeared and the German man said, "Thank you…Felicity, I gather. My name is Simon Grüber. So…you're a cop?"

"Former cop," she replied. "I just got fired today."

"I'm sorry," Simon said.

"Nah, it's all right. Now I get to experience life in New York from the other end of the gun."

Simon smiled.

"Well, I better go," Felicity said. "I'm in room one-hundred-and-thirteen if you ever want to get a coffee or anything."

"Great," Simon said. "I'll keep that in mind."

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The next morning, Felicity woke up, then left her room. At the same time, Simon was getting out of his, as well.

"Oh, fancy seeing you here," Felicity said, with a smile on her face. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Simon replied. "And yourself? You seem unusually cheerful for someone who has just been sacked."

"Funny way the mind works, ain't it?" she said. "Shall we grab a cup of coffee?"

"Seems like as good a time as any." Simon smiled.

Simon and Felicity went down the street to a little coffeehouse. "So, you're German, huh?" Felicity said, taking a sip of her French vanilla cappuccino. "How's that working out for you?"

Simon grinned. "Pretty well, actually. I could've afforded the amount he was asking, but I like causing a raucous more."

Felicity laughed.

"Well, do you want to take a walk through Central Park?"

"Only if you protect me. I am without my gun, as you know."

Simon smiled and nodded.

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"You know…" Felicity mused. "You would've been stuck paying that four grand if I hadn't intervened."

"Oh, I don't know…" Simon said, looking up to the sky.

"Admit it!" she cried, lightly punching him in the arm.

"Never!"

Simon started running, so Felicity chased after him. Suddenly, Felicity was in the lead, so she led Simon to the Cherry Hill fountain. He chased her around it, when she stopped herself from running into a young child, and fell in the fountain.

The two began laughing and Simon offered her his hand. Felicity reached out for it and pulled him in with her.

Ignoring the people staring at them, Simon helped Felicity out of the fountain. "What do you say to drying off at my place?" Simon said.

"That'd be lovely," Felicity said.

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The two went back to their apartment and up to Simon's room. She grabbed some clothes from her own room as her clothes were drying out on the balcony.

They drank hot chocolate and watched a movie on TV. Having received so much sun and air, Felicity had grown really tired. Within moments, she was asleep on Simon's shoulder.

When she next woke up, Felicity found herself still in Simon's apartment, with a blanket over her. Looking around, she saw that Simon was in the kitchen, preparing some food.

"Morning, sunshine," he said, grinning.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I fell asleep here," Felicity said.

"You weren't a bother," Simon said. "Do you want dinner soon?"

"Now I am definitely imposing."

"I rather enjoy your company, Felicity. Unless you would like to return to your room."

"To a buzzing heater and cockroach-infested bathroom? Um…on second thought, I'd love to have dinner here."

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They sat at Simon's small table, when his phone started ringing. "Excuse me," he said, standing up. He answered the phone, and his face turned a pale shade, before he left for another room.

Felicity quietly got up and lifted another phone. She knew it was wrong and violated a lot of human rights, but she still held that cop instinct.

"Well, the plans have changed, Klaus," Felicity heard Simon say.

"I don't think the others will appreciate this, Boss," Klaus said.

"Then make them appreciate it. We'll get the money either today or tomorrow."

"Just don't let this girl get in the way."

"I have it perfectly under control. But if she does get in the way, she is expendable."