In an apartment in upper east Manhattan overlooking the entirety of the lavish neighbourhood, Kubra Balik held a glass of champagne that he had saved for special occasions only. Some Vogue model, he didn't even bothered to know the name of, was splayed across his king size bed. He has had a nice night.

The sirens that ran across the city were music to his ears. He had been waiting for this day for so long. The plan had been carried out smoothly. Not a hitch. Except maybe some of his employees getting arrested. But he needed to get rid of them anyway. The police just made his work easier. Soon, he'll have a new life. Life of power and respect and freedom. All crimes erased from his biodata. A clean slate.

Just one more step to be taken care of and he will be free. That being the death of Alex Vause.

Alex Vause has been a loyal servant. He was sure that she wouldn't mind serving him one last time. She'll be crucified for his sins. He was sacrificing one for the many.

He placed the champagne glass back on the table and called one of his loyal little pawns. Aydin. He was expecting good news. Alex Vause in custody of French Police, arrested for being found with evidence connecting to the American bombing. A written and video confession from her to be incriminating enough and then a murder in the jail cell carried out by Aydin to look like a good old suicide. And that would close all the loose ends for Kubra's brand new life.

Aydin picked up instantly.

"Alex Vause is no more in Paris." Aydin went straight to the point. He had a habit of ripping off bandages which Kubra appreciated but not at this moment.

"What?" Kubra spat out angrily. "How the fuck did that happen?"

"Her hotel record says she checked out hours ago. Took a taxi to the airport." Aydin responded. "She is in New York."

"That fucking bitch. Do you think she knows about the...?"

"No, I don't think so. Her girlfriend left her. That's probably why she went after her to New York."

That was a result of his own actions then. An impulsive decision to get the girl. It was a kick to his pride when Piper left him, rejected him. He had to teach her a lesson. Of course, he had assumed that Piper would come running back to him wanting explanation but sadly, she hadn't. Kubra brushed it off since he had more important things to deal with.

"Is she going to be a problem?" Kubra inquired.

"No sir, the messenger reached out. He says they have a location on her and they will take her out. I send one of my men to confirm. She is indeed in there. He is on standby now. When the authorities drag her out, he is ordered to finish her up."

"Good. Very good. Make sure that she is taken care of. I don't want any loose ends."

"I'll get it done, sir."

Kubra hung up with a sigh. This was taking more time than he had anticipated. He poured another glass and sipped slowly as the sun shone atop of the skyscrapers.

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NYPD was already barricading the area when Piper

arrived near the location Larry had given her. It seemed like they didn't know why they were doing it. The agency must have kept the information to itself to gain due credit. It worked in Piper's favour anyhow.

She turned on her WASPy persona and got past the barricading with a lame excuse without getting out of the car. She pulled over behind the library and assessed the location. There were some police officers near the library but nothing too surprising or too difficult for Piper. She parked the car behind the library for a quick getaway and pulled her gun out. She held her Sig Sauer P226 in front of her and attached a suppressor in front of the barrel, ready to shoot whoever comes in the way.

As far as she knew about the CIA, the combat team will be here in less than twenty minutes ready to take out Alex. She has to hurry. She walked up to the entrance of the back alley. It was dark and mostly clustered with trash cans and a fire staircase. She turned the corner.

A loud screeching noise cut the air just a few degrees on her left. A gunshot. She ducked behind a dustbin as another shot was fired. It's not the government. Then it must be Kubra's man. He wants to trap her till authorities get here. Son of a bitch.

Piper took a deep breath. The gunshot came from above then it must be a sniper. A sniper shooter on a roof. She peeked out to check the roofs. Another gunshot sliced through the air, missing her by inches. But she was fast enough to see the shooter on the roof of the public school in black combat gear. She could shoot him if she gets close enough. But she has to choose her fights wisely. She would rather flight than fight this shooter. Besides, from his vantage point, he couldn't shoot if she moved fast enough to the backdoor which was only a few meters ahead.

She ducked her head and scurried to the door in zigzag pattern. A few more shots rang through the air but nothing hit her. She was inside the library in less than a minute. She leaned on the closed door to catch her breath. Now, Alex.

The library was empty. It seemed like they had evacuated or everyone left after the attack. She had been here with Alex before so she instinctively went towards the newspaper section downstairs. She kept her pace slow and deliberate as not to scare Alex if she was here.

Alex, on the other hand, has been pacing the room since she had left that voicemail. She had destroyed her phone after the call. And now, locked in a fucking library, she had no idea what to do. She slid her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to calm herself down. Footsteps. Alex's head snapped towards the locked door.

The footsteps were quite. She wouldn't have heard them if she wasn't listening for them. She had to think fast. This could be anyone. But the quietness did not seem like it's the police. It seemed more like Kubra has sent a hit man to finish her off before she opens her mouth to the authorities.

She took out the head of the mop that she had spotted earlier and held the handle in one hand. It was long and strong enough to hit someone. She gripped it with both hands and waited for the door to open. If she is to die here today, at least she will die fighting.

The door opens slightly at first. A push from the shoulder. Alex stopped breathing as the figure entered, a gun held close to chest and muzzle pointed out front. Alex aimed for the gun. She hit Piper's wrist with the handle. Catching her off guard as the gun flew away to the racks. But Piper recovered quickly as she dodged another strike from Alex and grabbed the front of the handle. She twisted the handle causing Alex to lose the grip. The figure is fast and trained. She throws away the handle and closes in on Alex. Alex throws in a punch but it hits nothing.

Piper grabs Alex's wrist and twists it behind her back. She needed Alex to calm down without hurting herself. Alex grunted.

"Al-" Alex elbowed Piper in the stomach before she could get a word out. Piper hit Alex in the back of her knee. Alex bent down gasping in pain. Leaving Alex, Piper reached for her gun. Alex got on her feet despite the pain. She launched herself on Piper from behind. Piper, gun already in hand, propelled backwards causing Alex to hit the wall. Alex screamed in pain. Piper twisted her arm behind her, holding them in place with her left hand and placed the muzzle of her gun under her chin. She trapped Alex by pushing her to the wall with her own body.

Their breath coming in short as shoulders heaved with each inhale. Alex's eyes were still unfocused. Fighting. Resisting Piper's grip on her wrists. Probably due to the adrenaline.

"Alex. Stop. Fighting." Piper said loud and clear. "It's me. I am not here to hurt you."

Alex seemed to gain some sense back as she stopped resisting and her eyes appeared to focus in on Piper's face. She slowed her breathing and a weak smile formed in the corners of her lips. Piper removed the gun from under her chin.

Piper swallowed a lump in her throat. Seeing Alex alive and unharmed and smiling made her so happy. She didn't want to lose this moment. But she has to tell her now. Alex will figure it out on her own anyway. It's better if Piper tells her.

"I thought I would never see you again." Alex whispered close to her ears.

Piper went in for Alex's lips. Capturing them in her own. Although, it was relatively dark, the little amount of light coming from the open door gave Alex an angel like glow. And Piper couldn't resist. She nipped and pecked on Alex's lips, releasing her hold on Alex to grab her by the waist. Alex coprated with pushing even closer for more contact. Piper could kiss Alex all day like this but it isn't the right time nor is it fair of her to take the last moments of Alex so selfishly and hungrily when the future is so uncertain, when Alex doesn't know the truth.

So, Piper pulled back, in the middle of the kiss. Back and fast enough that Alex's hands were hanging in the air expectantly where Piper should be. Alex gave a slight eyebrow raise. Asking what was wrong. Piper shook her head.

"Alex." Piper's voice was low and gentle as Alex leaned in attentively. "I work for the CIA. I am a CIA special agent."

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END OF PART ONE

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Finally!

This is the end of Part 1. Part 2 will be posted on the Monday after OINTB S7 i.e. on 28/07. I am hoping that you guys will stick till then. I just need the time to finish up some chapters so that the updates could be consistent.

Here's what could be expected from Part 2 :

- Some OITNB characters *whispers* Nicky

- Joe/Natalie

- A road trip (may be)

- Hiding from the *law*

- Some good old prison time

- Alex and Piper being total fucking idiots in love

Hope you guys enjoyed Part one and will stick to this story a little bit longer. Let me know in the comments what you think so far and leave a like if you wish;)

Let's wish we get a happy Vauseman ending in season seven (less than two weeks! Yay!) otherwise you'll get one here. Promise.

Peace out. See you after season seven.