AN: Next up in Assassins... N/L!

The Cook

I want a girl with a mind like a diamond
I want a girl who knows what's best
I want a girl with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a girl with the right allocations
Who's fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's playing with her jewelry
She's putting up her hair
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a girl with a short skirt and a lonnnng jacket...

I want a girl who gets up early
I want a girl who stays up late
I want a girl with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape
With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that is dark like tinted glass

She is fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack."

-Short Skirt, Long Jacket, Cake

He stakes out the small coffee shop for three days before physically approaching the location. It is a tiny place, with barely enough room to seat a dozen people, tucked into a relatively busy street in trendy Knightsbridge. There are gorgeous heritage pink roses bursting from planters on the front door, and a merry bell sounds across the gray streets noting customers' arrival. From sunrise to sunset there is a steady stream of pedestrian traffic. Gauging his mission, he decides to slip in near closing.

Sneaking in as the last patron leaves the property, he recognizes the proprietor from her files, but the black and white and rather grainy images haven't done her any justice. She's stunning. Long mahogany hair is tucked up into a high ponytail, but curly tendrils have snuck out during the long day. She wears a tight fitting Kelly green shirt which reveals generous curves and matches her eyes perfectly. Her pleasing hourglass figure is complimented by the apron she wears snugly around her waist.

"You going to order something, or are you going to look at my tits all day?"

Nick, unusually flustered, straightens his black silk tie and walks to the counter where she is wiping down glasses. Throwing the pictures of her in a former life down casually, he says, "I know who you are."

She gives him an expression of complete boredom and then answers, "Then you should know you're wasting your time."

"Look, I wouldn't have come here unless I thought I would convince you otherwise."

"In case you haven't realized it, in your THREE DAYS of watching me and my store, I'm not interested. If I had been, I would've walked out to your precious and pretentious Aston Martin and told you I was."

Nicholas Worthington's dark eyebrows furrow.

"What? You thought you had some sort of super secret stakeout going on? Seriously…" She walks over and locks the door, flipping the Open sign to Closed as streetlights come on in the distance. Nodding at him, she commands, "Do me a favor and flip those chairs, would you?"

A speechless Nicholas has nothing better to do than follow her directions. He carefully removes the bespoke suit jacket and rolls up his oxford clad sleeves. As he makes progress, he says plainly, "It's the PM."

"Not mine."

"What?"

"'What?' he asks. I am not a citizen of this country. I'm sure your intelligence report says something to that effect."

"It does."

"So?"

"So what?"

"Why are you still here?"

"You mean to tell me you have no interest in protecting the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom."

"If he has people like you on staff, he's going to need a lot more help than I can provide. I'm only one woman."

Nicholas cannot help it as he rolls his eyes. Removing a freshly pressed and pristine white handkerchief, he wipes his brow and responds, "You're the best. There's a position open in the household for you. We anticipate an imminent assassination attempt on the PM and want to up our security."

Leda considers his statement by pulling out a tub of lip balm the same shade as the roses outdoors and smoothing it over her plump lips. Finally she asks, "Will you be assigned to the case?"

"You'll consider it?"

"You didn't answer my question."

Nicholas wants to grumble. He's been sent on this 'mission' after a recent catastrophe in Morocco. He hates babysitting, but knows there is still some leverage he has to regain at the office. However, seeing Leda Theodorakis's sweet curves on a daily basis wouldn't be such a bad thing. He answers, "Fine, yes, that can be arranged."

"Bit of a egotist, aren't you? Why do you assume it's you I want around?"

"Oh…well, I don't have to be…"

"It's fine, sailor."

Nicholas, originally recruited into MI6 from the Royal Navy, blinks and backs away, wanting to put some space between himself and this mysterious mind reader. He says, "Your mission details will be sent to you shortly. Can you find someone to cover the shop?"

"I was planning on taking some vacation time anyway."

AN: No ill will against Mr. Cameron or his family!