Disclaimer – I do not own any of Team Ninja's Characters or anything else related to Dead or Alive. Also, i do not own any other various Fighting Game Characters that magically appear in this work of fiction.

A/N : Apologies for the two day break, but with all those damn delays, we should still be on target. I've been working damn hard to earn enough money to pay off those escorts...i mean the 360!

Christie tilts her head back in euphoria, her tongue caressing her tender lips as she enjoys the massage of the soft warm water, like a waterfall running down her perfectly framed body. Christie caresses her soft flesh with the supple black bath sponge. The lather of her expensive, flower scented body wash drizzles down the drain, passed her pedicured toes. Only in her daily shower can she release herself and feel how she wants to. The cold hearted assassin doesn't exist under the stream.

The shower curtain flutters and Christie opens her left eye and smiles seductively, stepping to the side to allow her heart's desire forwards, his Walther PPK looking delightfully appetizing.

"You're late, James." Christie sighs as she steps backwards slowly, allowing her nocturnal visitor room to enter. And in that delightful deep, accented voice,

"I'm sorry, love, I got a little tied up."

James raises his muscular, black haired arm and with his gentle, and yet still powerful hand, caresses Christie's cheek. She giggles lowly, licking her lips,

"I'd wait forever for you, James, you know that. Tonight just couldn't come fast enough." She whispers, leaning forwards and James smirks,

"That could one of my next titles you know. You truly have a way with words, Christie, that makes my body yearn."

Christie blushes slightly, a light rouge staining her pale cheeks. Out of nowhere, James moves forwards and embraces her tightly with both arms. His soft black chest hair tickling her breasts. Christie feels the safest all wrapped up, like a package waiting to be opened...slowly.

"You are more than a simple package, my love, you are a gift...like from Q himself." James whispers and Christie feels her knees growing weak. She doesn't have to worry about holding herself up.

"What about all the other girls, James, are they gifts too?" Christie asks with a timid curl of her pink lips and James shakes his head quickly,

"In my younger days, Christie, you know that I had to romance certain women to save the world. SPECTRE wouldn't punish itself you know."

"Of course, but--" Christie's words are halted by a wonderful index finger to the mouth,

"None of them compare to you, Christie, and definitely not that non-acting Denise...i mean Christmas Jones." Christie smiles widely, any insecurities lifted and she returns the embrace, resting her soft cheek against gruff, muscular pectoral muscles. She tenses slightly, feeling Jame's hands slowly caress downwards her back, but with a soothing hum from her lover's lips, Christie loosens.

"I've waited much too long, Christie." James says and Christie looks upwards into his piercing eyes and his mouth parts, more loving words about to flow. Christie leans upwards on the tips of her toes, not wanting to miss an ounce, and from his mouth flows the most annoying chiming ding she has ever heard.

Christie falls forwards, her fantasy shattered, and barely catches the shower head before she crashes into the wall. Her smile is erased, replaced by a scowl and she spins around as another ding from her computer sounds out throughout the house. Christie turns the water nozzle, halting the water and grabs the black curtain blowing it open with one motion. Whoever thinks that Instant Messaging her at this time will fall before the next update.

Christie grabs her clothes off the edge of the long sink as she storms through her small bathroom. She steps into a pair of black panties and throws the towel around her short platinum hair as she continues. Flames begin to appear at her shoulders, the fuming not subsiding an ounce, even as she steps out into the air conditioned hallway. Her potted plants shy away from the fury, but her black panther Midnight steps forwards, always desperate for his mistress's attention.

"Out of the way, Middy! I'm in no mood to play right now!" Christie tosses the gray towel over Midnight's head and the panther groans and lowers his head, allowing it to fall to the ground. Christie crosses to her marble table, and grabs the laptop in a tight grasp, scowling at the open IM window. She immediately stares intensely at the screen name which destroyed her one chance at happiness this week. The only problem, she doesn't recognize the screen name as any of her usual clients.

FameDouglaSuxorz69 : Wake Up, Christie...

Christie holds the laptop upwards, her silver eyebrows still titled downwards in wrath. The keys rattle as Christie slams in her response.

PropRteeUvSeanNRog : Who is this? Wait till i trace your IP and find your douche ass.

FameDouglaSuxorz69 : DOATech has you...

PropRteeUvSeanNRog : They pay my bills, bitch, and so will your internal organs! Know how much i can get for a Human heart?

FameDouglaSuxorz69 : Click, click, Christie.

Christie raises an eyebrow at the last, but the cryptic message is easily decoded with the flash of a camera from behind. Christie spins around, ripping her handgun from off the table and sees Donovan floating at her window with a camera phone, clicking pictures of her vulnerable state with a sadistic grin plastered to his face.

"You!" Christie yells, opening fire, but Donovan ducks down from the window, glass shattering all over her couch and floor. Christie growls as she reloads her gun and Donovan's annoying face pops back into view,

"Like my new phone? IM, e-mail, digital streaming video. Them Japanese are going all out with this new-age shit." Donovan chuckles as he pockets his device, "I'll hitchu lataz, gotta bounce! I'd follow that white bunny anywhere!"

Donovan leaps away from the window and Christie rushes after him, ignoring the glass on the floor akin to Roy, and points downwards, but he's already making his escape in the middle of a gigantic rolling wheel of naked Kasumi clones. He made so many, he had to figure out what to do with the leftovers.

Christie sighs angrily and tosses her gun to the floor, but then thinks about his final sentence,

"How does he know i dye down there?" Christie looks down curiously and her eyes widen at seeing nothing covering her goodies. She spins around in astonishment, but notices her secrets in her yellow eyed panther's mouth, a perverted smile creasing his lips.

"Damnit, Middy! I told you we'd play Huntress and Panthera tomorrow!" Christie sighs and the anger subsides, defeat evidence in her nude slouch, "I won't see a dime for those pictures on the Internet...so much for being Miss Great Britain."