A.N. Just a snippet; I've got a longer chapter that'll go up soon.

Undisclosed Location; 1961

Forcing her body into the perfect position for a combat roll upon hitting the ground, Agent Eva Solo sailed through the air after an almost perfect dive off of the top of the building she had been racing across only seconds earlier.

Feeling her body automatically soften her landing, she was up and running again without a second thought; her hair fanning out behind her as she took ever sharp corner and jumped each obstacle thrown in her path with ease.

"Where the hell are you?" She growled, knowing the small device hidden inside her watch would transmit to her partner.

"On my way, dear." Napoleon's voice was as cool as ice, if not a bit crackly, inside her ear where the small transmitter was carefully lodged.

"If you could, sweetheart, make it sooner rather than later." She muttered, not even risking a glance behind her knowing that the burly men that had chased her across the rooftop were still in hot pursuit.

A curse tumbled from her lips as gunshots filled the air and mercifully sailed right past her in the tight alley way she was now pounding down.

"What was that?" His voice was sharper this time and she heard the engine rev in the background as she took another sharp left and jumped a pile of rubbish. "Eves?"

"They're shooting at me." She bit out as more gunshots followed her around the bend and she thanked the practicality of her black clothes as they continued to miss her in the darkness of the night.

"Why are they shooting at you?" Tires screeched as he spoke and she knew she wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer if he didn't make it soon.

"Because they feel like it, why do you think?!" She hissed grabbing onto a protruding bar and pulling herself into an alcove; her breaths coming out in short raps as she tried to blend in with the scenery. "Where are you?" She whispered as the chasing footsteps slowed.

"Almost there." He promised and she squeezed her eyes shut in defeat as the papers concealed beneath her jacket rustled slightly.

Two gruff voiced filtered over to her and her rudimentary understanding of their language was quickly translating their taunts as they searched for her in the tight space. Her breathing slowed as one stepped out directly in front of her; his back to her as he scanned the opposite alcove in the brickwork.

"Eves…" Napoleon crackled again. "…I'm coming up to the spot." She took a millisecond to judge her situation and work out how much further she'd be running before planting her foot between his shoulder blades and setting off again, noting smugly that he wouldn't be getting up from that hit anytime soon.

With only one person running behind her now and the gate, complete with approaching car, almost in sight, she forced her legs onward, ignoring their cries as her muscles pushed her further and further forward.

She rounded the gate in record time and was speeding away, finally safe in their stolen vehicle, a second later.

"Nice jog?" She turned her head to scowl at Napoleon as he grinned at her from behind the wheel as they tore through the empty streets ahead.

"Where were you?" She gasped, trying to get her breathing under control as he rolled to a gentle stop at a set of traffic lights.

"Slight issue with compound security…" He began, his eyes on the lights ahead and Eva finally noticed the trickle of blood making its way down his face from his hairline, not to mention the already blooming bruises on his knuckles. "…apparently they took offence to the accent."

She let out a laugh at that and then they were off again, at a considerably more relaxed speed as they approached the busier town centre.

"Did you get them?" He asked as they drove past the bustling pavements.

"And enough exercise to qualify me for at least two days of absolute nothingness." She sighed, reaching down to rub at her aching legs. "I lapped that compound twice." She told him.

"Sorry about that." She waved away his apology and settled back against the seat to watch the passing lights.

"At least it was a fitting mission." She frowned at his words and turned back to face him as he neared their hotel. "Paper." He nodded to the hidden pocket against her stomach. "Happy first anniversary."

"Throw in a massage and I'll deem it a suitable present."

"Deal."

Shuffling closer to him and pressing a firm kiss to his cheek she smiled contentedly.

"Happy Anniversary, Napoleon."