A/N: Yes the lovely couple gets to meet up again!

Achilles was driving around in his black BMW and looking at the information on the PDA. The address was listed along with a map. He attached it to his navi and the coordinates were shown along with a route already programmed in. He started driving towards it. He pushed the button for more information.

On the screen the information appeared.

Target transport unharmed, female, 20, Brisies Troy, niece of Priam and cousin of Hector and Paris. Only surviving female blood relative. Third in line to command Troy Shipping. Do NOT open the package.

Achilles found the apartment building and got out to see what he was dealing with. There was an annoying doorman but that could easily be dealt with. He was walking back to his car when he saw her again.

Brisies was walking back to her apartment when she saw him again. She stopped for a moment as she felt his eyes on her again. She felt uncomfortable with a man's stare directly upon her. She walked towards the door but bumped into a large potted plant. Achilles chuckled a bit, which just infuriated Brisies more. She looked away and walked into the building.

Achilles decided to wait till night to make his move. He knew he had plenty of time. He drove off to take care of a few errands.

Brisies was in her apartment, trying to get her laundry together. She hadn't done it in ages since she returned from her trip from Africa. She grabbed everything and threw it into a large bag which she started to drag out the door. She took the elevator and reached the lobby when she saw the sign that the laundry room was closed due to a water leak. She let out a groan of frustration and then proceeded to drag the bag out the door and to the laundry matt a few blocks away. This day was not turning out well for her. It seemed like all she did today was drag heavy items around all day. And it was turning out to be exhausting for her.

Achilles saw her again dragging the bag into the laundry matt, and for some reason felt compelled to talk to her again. Or rather provoke her. He followed, and watched from the outside as she struggled with the bag. She attempted and failed to lift the bag onto the washing machine several times. Achilles walked in and without her noticing and lifted the bag up onto the machine. Brisies looked over and saw him.

"What are you doing in here?" she asked

"Looking for fabric softener" he answered back

"You look like the kind of person that has everything dry cleaned" Brisies said as she crossed her arms and leaned against the machine.

"Well appearances can be deceiving" he turned and leaned on the machine and faced her.

"So I've noticed"

"You seemed to have problems lifting this bag so I came to assist you"

"How gentlemanly of you" she mocked

"Being that no one seems to help you, I felt that I should assist you, in doing your cousin's laundry?"

"It's not my cousin's its mine"

"Did you wait till after Africa to do laundry?"

"A matter of fact yes"

"That's not very lady like"

"And you are no gentleman"

Brisies stood there in defiance of him and walked closer to him to pull the laundry bag away from him, but in doing so she ripped part of the bag open when it snagged on the coin bank on the machine. Her underwear fell out onto the floor. Brisies's eyes grew in embarrassment as she quickly bent down to pick up her undergarments. Achilles bent down as well, noticing that her underwear was mostly white.

"Is this standard issue for the peace corps?" he asked holding her white panties

"No!" Brisies said as she snatched them away

"You know, you're the only girl I know that doesn't have any black panties"

Brisies's face turned bright red at that point.

"Most girls have at least one pair, or a thong, or two"

Brisies grabbed everything and quickly shoved them into the bag.

"But these are really cute" Achilles said as he held onto a pair of white panties with pink hearts on them

Brisies reached out to grab them from him, but he lifted his arm out of her reach.

"Tell me your name" Achilles said

"What?"

"It thought it would be written on your underwear but I guess it's not"

"Give that back!" Brisies jumped up to get them

"Just a name, that's all I ask"

"Why should I? I don't know yours"

"But you will once you tell me yours" his arm snaked around her waist and held her closer. She could feel his breath on her face as she looked up.

"I've known men like you all my life" Brisies responded

"No you haven't"

"You think you can do whatever you want to women just by using your good looks and your charm. What you lack is a brain!" Brisies pulled away from him and out of his arms.

"So you think I'm good looking" he grinned

"No you're just arrogant!"

"I'm good looking, arrogant and have no brain"

"Yes, I mean no! I mean, leave me alone! You've done nothing but provoke me today!"

"Don't flatter yourself"Achilles threw her panties back at her and then turned and left.

Briseis picked up her garments off the ground and put them into the machine. She looked out at the door and where he had left. She was angry. He had left her infuriated. How dare he touch her underwear and then mock her with them? Had he no shame? He had managed to infuriate her twice today and embarrass her three times already. Was fate toying with her?

Achilles went back to his car and laughed a bit. He was amused by the fact that she was so easily angered but still showed restraint, it seemed that she would not give him that satisfaction. He sat back into his car and looked at the PDA.

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