1

Piper wore casual floral top and jeans. She left her hair down thinking it made her look younger. She printed out her fake resume in hopes that at some point Alex will pick it up and read it. Alex's location was sent to her on her encrypted device. She took a cab to the bar in downtown New York. She entered the bar with a heavy sigh. Here it goes.

The bar was buzzing with slight rock music in the background. Piper easily found Alex, there at the centre of attention with her friends. Alex's voice was immediately distinguishable. The hoarse undertone and confident demeanor was sexy as hell and Piper was not ready for that.

Piper beelined for the counter trying not to get caught staring. But there it was, the same voice saying -

"Hey you, Laura Ingalls Wilder." Piper turned around and Alex was looking at her. "We are skipping America before the apocalypse wanna come?"

"Sorry?" Piper said, cluelessly.

"What can I get for ya?" The bartender asked suddenly. Piper turned around to the counter. She has to play her part.

"Oh, hey, hi.." Piper said. "I was wondering if you were hiring." She held out her resume.

"No, sorry."

"Can I leave this with you?"

"Honestly, its gonna end up in a drawer somewhere, so..."

"Its okay. Well ..." Piper halted. She needs to attract Alex somehow. "Can I have a Margarita then?"

"That I can do for you."

The moment she placed her order, Piper could feel Alex approaching. Piper sat down on a bar stool. And Alex walked up to her.

"It's a little cold out for margaritas don't you think?" Alex said casually. Piper was so taken aback by her downright sexiness that she couldn't look away or function normally. She blinked and her brain caught that Alex was reading her resume.

"...you need a lesson in forging a resume?" Alex chuckled.

"Do you work here?" Piper stupidly asked.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Alex went on to reading it, looking at her so admiringly. "...you've never waited a fucking table in your life, have you?"

"No." Piper smiled.

"So, Piper Chapman." Alex joked about her resume and Piper snatched it out of her hand embarrassingly.

"Who are you?" Piper finally asked.

"My name is Alex." Alex answered honestly.

"And what do you do Alex? Besides making fun of strangers in bars?" Piper asked in a voice she thought sounded sexy.

"I work for an international drug cartel." Alex deadpanned. Piper was caught off guard. She was expecting a lie but no Alex gave her the truth right away.

Alex laughed then. Her head tilted back. All rich and husky. And Piper wanted it to never stop.

2

Having sex with Alex was whole another story. Piper was in a trance as she followed Alex to her lavish apartment. Piper had never had such a generous lover (even if fake) as Alex. She couldn't get over it. The way Alex's hands were everywhere, touching places that she never knew existed. The scent, the kisses and that ridiculous smirk on her face after Piper's third orgasm that night.

When Alex finally laid down next to her, they both couldn't stop smiling.

"It was terrible, wasn't it?" Alex finally asked, grinning.

"Yeah. So bad. You're really bad at it." Piper replied smugly. Alex laughed and kissed her again. Piper hungrily kissed back. They just couldn't get enough of themselves.

Alex's phone rang and Piper was suddenly reminded of her duties. Alex groaned getting out of bed.

"What time is it in Amsterdam?" She asked.

"I have no idea." Piper replied.

Alex left to get her phone from the living room. Piper scrambled up, trying to find her phone. She took out the little bug from under her phone cover and placed it on the inside of her bedside lamp. She activated it through her phone. It should be able to record every conversation in this bedroom. Once it was done Piper breathed out in relief that Alex hadn't come back yet.

But suddenly a shadow emerged from the hallway and launched herself on Piper. Holy fuck. Piper panicked and her training kicked in. She rolled out of bed with the hooded woman on top of her and fell on the floor. When the woman tried to punch her, Piper saw it coming and grabbed her wrist. She twisted her wrist and in a blink of an eye the woman was in a headlock struggling to breathe.

"Piper, what the fuck!" Alex shouted.

"Who is this? She broke in and tried to punch me?" Piper shouted back, not releasing the headlock.

"She's my ex-girlfriend. Can you please release her? Looks like she can't breath!"

Piper released her. The woman crawled away in fear, coughing violently.

"Sylvia, are you okay?" Alex asked.

"Who the fuck is that? And I am your fucking girlfriend." Sylvia cried out.

"Girlfriend?" Piper was on her feet. I need to get out of here. What if she saw me?

"It's complicated." Alex said with uncertainty.

"Well, fuck you!" Piper grabbed her belongings as fast as she could.

"Piper, I can explain."

"Go fuck yourself, Alex!" Piper pushes the door close and ran down the stairs. Thanks to her training, she was fully clothed when she got out of the building. She took out her phone and dialed immediately.

"Hey, Carlin, I need you to keep an eye on this girl called Sylvia. She's supposedly Alex's girlfriend? She showed up out of nowhere and she may have seen me putting in the bug. Also tell Washington that the big is in."

"Roger that." Carlin answered and hung up.

Piper went home as fast as she could. She turned on her laptop and tuned in on the audio receiver at Alex's apartment. She fell asleep listening to it. Turned out Sylvia hadn't seen a thing. It was just a usual bickering between her and Alex. Alex firmly telling her to get the fuck out and never come back.

3

The doorbell rang at 5:50 am. Piper was awake and getting ready for her usual run. Nobody was supposed to come at such an unusual time. Her neighbor, a nurse, was working a night shift. Piper took her extra service gun and carefully tiptoed to the front door. She peeped through the peep hole. There was no one. She opened the door hesitantly. A burning smell. What the fuck?

A burning paper bag was right in front of door. She heard someone running up the staircase. She pointed her gun towards the sound.

"Chapman, it's me." Agent Carlin called out. "Don't shoot."

"Yeah. Okay." Piper dropped the gun.

"Is everything alright? I just saw that Sylvia exiting through the hack door."

"She left this." Piper pointed towards the paper bag. Stella instinctively stepped on it to put out the fire.

"Fuck!" Stella cried. "What the fuck is this?" Her one leg up in the air.

"It's a classic. Shit in a bag. Didn't think you would fall for it." Piper laughed and went inside to fetch some water.

"No. But this is serious. How did she find you?"

"I think she followed me."

"Is she gonna be a problem?"

"I don't think so. But she really does makes things interesting."