He pondered heavily if he should call her. Telephone in hand, ready to have the numbers inputted, he wondered if she would be interested at all in him. She had...after all, abandoned their meeting at a time where things had gotten awkward. Maybe she had a job that involved entering at ridiculous hours of the night, he didn't know, or maybe she was just avoiding him, Lord Monkey Fiske certainly hoped that that wasn't the case, but he couldn't deny that that was a possibility.

And then again...he looked at the piece of paper where the number was...even if he called he could still be rejected - though he didn't see why she would have given him her number just to reject him. Maybe due to a unknown kick she'd get out of it? He didn't know.

That was what made him ponder if he should call, it was, after all, just a simple call, input the several digits and wait. It was night already, the time he had told himself he would call, but the hesitation was clear. She had said yes at first but now...what if she said no?

Lord Montgomery Fiske (or Monkey Fist) decided that that didn't matter, he had to try and call her, or wasn't he a Lord after all? Everything he had wanted he had pursued, and, though if she rejected him that would be the end of it, he had to at least try.

And if he was rejected...well he could hunt for another mating partner, another one to remove the figurative fleas out his back.

He looked at the numbers, in that ripped out sheet of paper, and memorised them, they were, of course, a simple number for his superior (in his own words) brains, as he stood there and started up the telephone. Dialling the numbers in and waiting for the signal to pick up he briefly sighed as the signal got stronger. He knew it would take several seconds to the moment where she would pick up, and those brief moments were killing him, not literally of course, but he felt the anxiety in his stomach.

It hadn't always been this way, of course, he'd never been one to obsess himself with females of any kind...but that girl...Betty, well she had something in her that he couldn't explain but he liked in her. It was something amazing, something incredible, it was something that got him to spend his not so hard earned money calling her.

Love had been a theme that he had studied when taking his degree, the amount of treasons, backstabbing by lovers, and all around death revolving around love or an affair, recorded in written history, was, frankly overwhelming, but he had never thought he would see just why it was so strong. He didn't know if this feeling he felt was love...not now at least. But, whatever it was, it was a very strong, very deep feeling, one that affected him deeply.

He longed to play with her, to toy with her like a cat with a mouse, but not just to manipulate her, he longed to care for her, to help her get a steady life. From what little he had seen of her, she seemed to have been pressured by something – someone even, to stick to a schedule. – As a Lord he had no such concerns or worries. He had the requirements of his position , sure, but he still enjoyed a lot of free time he used to toy around with the world, being a super villain. He didn't know if she'd enjoy being his villainess with him. But, if she didn't, he was sure he would be able to keep it a secret.

The number was still dialling itself, and a "beep" could be heard, one ring, two rings, he frankly awaited the moment where she would either pick up the phone and talk to him, or ignore the phone.

About 2700 kilometres away, a restless Dr Director lay in bed, awaiting the call, as much as she turned and twisted in her bed, which was comfortable as could be (after all agents did need their rest), she wasn't able to go to sleep. The anxiety was getting to her. Would Lord Montgomery call her?

As soon as the civilian phone, which she held near her pillow, rang, she hurried up to catch it. The number was an unknown, but the few people which had her number made it a certified guarantee that it was either his mum or Lord Montgomery. As much as she loved her mum, and loved talking to her (though she had to lie about her job, to protect her), she was also hoping for Lord Montgomery. Knowing the number was an unknown, and not recognising it, unless her mother had swapped cell phones, it was definitively Lord Montgomery.

She picked it up on the third ringing.

"Good night?"

Lord Monkey First's British accent perked up Betty as she recognised the voice she had repeated so many times in her head, so as to have it memorized. She almost let out a squee of satisfaction before controlling herself. Head of a major organization, she needn't act like a teenage girl.

"Good night"

Lord Monkey Fist stared at his telephone as the voice of Betty came out the other end, he appeared to have scored a real number to the person he had been talking to last night. It was truly the voice of Betty, even if mildly muffed by the distance and the connection. He approached the end of the telephone to his mouth, since his telephone was one of the oldest models still available to buy, and had the familiar boomerang shape, and he talked into it. Despite the years the telephone's microphone was still very perceptive, as it caught every word he muttered.

"How is the miss today?"

The question didn't catch her off guard but she felt like responding was of importance.

"Or rather...tonight?"

Betty smiled as she fidgeted the fingers on one of her hands and talked with the telephone the other hand was grabbing

"I'm alright, thank you..." – She left out a brief pause to recover her breath. – "And you?"

Monkey Fist, Lord, felt like his years of education, done by her mother and father, that had sadly passed away, would finally be of use. To charm the woman with whom he was talking to, his education would be useful.

"I'm fine, actually..." – He too, paused his speech mid sentence – "I was actually wondering if you'd be interested in going on a...I think the young people of today call it a date? Would you?"

A single "Oh" came out of Betty's mouth, before she regained control of herself. It wasn't unexpected if she had thought it through, it was the formality and procedure to follow...a follow up encounter to the first one...while their time had been cut abruptly by her responsibilities, she couldn't deny she had had a satisfactory, if not good time.

Then reality came back to her, she was tired, she was over 1500 miles away, there was no way she was ever going to reach him in time for a date that night, she had to refuse.

She had a fake life planned out in case she'd ever get in a relationship, some type of job that required her to be out of the country for a lot of time. That profession, a flight stewardess, complete with fake papers on an airline and fake check book, was registered to take her to Azores every night.

"I can't, I'm sorry, work"

Lord Monkey Fist looked at his hands, controlling his anger, if the woman was working, there wasn't much he could do. He reminded himself that people born in lower social classes had to work in order to pay up normal commodities he took for granted.

He stopped a sigh, a sign of weakness, from coming out of him and looked back.

"Alright, would it be possible to schedule it for a day where you are free?" – Lord Monkey fist didn't fancy waiting, it wasn't in him to be patient, but for her, he could wait, his little mating partner would be worth it.

Unaware of the creepy thoughts permeating through Lord Montgomery's mind Betty agreed to it, scheduling it for 3 weeks from that day.

She just hoped that she wouldn't regret herself.