"Damn that boy!" The platinum haired woman shouted as she entered her apartment door, after five minutes of jamming the key into the key hole the wrong way, and slammed it behind her.

"Well, Hi." An unfamiliar voice called out.

Startled a little by the unknown voice inside her house, Christie got in her defensive mode as she secretly got out her pocket knife from one of her thigh high boots.

"WHO THE HEL ARE YOU!?"

The voice sighed as its owner came into view; relieving and surprising the assassin.

"Ashjan?"

"Hey" the woman replied as she stuffed a chocolate chip cookie in her mouth, "How is it going?"

Christie rolled her eyes as she put away her pocket knife and walked over to her friend. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Eating a cookie." She swallowed the cookie, "Want one?"

"NO!"

"Sheesh" the woman huffed as she made her way over to the black leather love seat, neatly sitting across a matching sofa and glass coffee table, "What's got you all uppity?"

"You are in my house for one and two; I failed my damn mission because of that blonde twit."

"What he do?"

"He gave me emotions!!!!" Christie shouted as she plopped down next to her friend.

"That's a……..bad thing?" her friend asked as she added another cookie to her awaiting mouth.

"Yes" she sighed, "It is bad."

"How?"

Christie rolled her eyes. "I didn't complete my mission."

Ashjan nearly chocked on her cookie and looked at the platinum haired assassin. "You…..didn't kill?"

Christie shook her head and got up from her seat; retiring to her bedroom with her friend following her.

"He was THAT good?"

"We didn't have sex!" Christie shot back as she began to unzip her black and gold body suit; revealing a matching set of red satin lingerie.

"But he made you fail a mission!" Ashjan shrieked as she sat down on Christie's bed, "Donovan will be pissed."

"Well Donovan is just going to have to deal."

"Chris, that so isn't like you."

The silver haired woman rolled her eyes ass he retrieved her robe from the bathroom. "You don't think I know that? That boy is interfering with my work and my head."

"Well, you can always have your fun with him and then leave him."

"I can't do that Ashjan. He is different from the other men I have dated."

"He's seventeen."

"I know that Ashjan."

The blonde haired girl chuckled lightly. "So what makes him different?"

"I don't even know to be honest."

"I mean" she paused and laid back on the bed, wrinkling the fabric as he snuggled to make herself comfortable, "He is a virgin, seventeen, still in school, has no money….."

"Yes he does."

"A job at McDonalds isn't going to pay the bills Chris."

Christie scowled at her friend remark as she began to unzip her boots. "His father owns half of the stocks of Sonny enterprises."

"SAY WHAAAA!?" Ashjan chocked out as she bolted up from her resting place.

"Yes, it's true."

Ashjan smirked as she began to eye her friend; making the questioned assassin suddenly feel uncomfortable.

"What?"

"You are in this for the money."

"Bitch please" Christie retorted, "I have my own money."

"But he has more."

"Not his."

"Ever heard of a thing called a Will?"

Christie eyed her friend viciously as she went inside her bathroom, turning on the faucet and grabbing her pink body sponge, and began to wash her face. "Money means nothing to me Ashjan."

"Yea" she rolled her eyes and laid back down on the bed, "Sure it doesn't"

"I'm serious."

"As am I. If his daddy has money, then he has money. "

"That does not mean that I am in this relationship for his money."

"I would be"

Christie turned off the water and patted her face dry, inspecting her porcelain colored face as she did so. "No shit. You'd even sex him every night if need be just to keep your piece of the deal."

"AMAN TO THAT!"

Before either of the two women could say anything else, the sound of Christie's familiar ring tone on her cell interrupted their conversation. Since Ashjan was the closest to Christie's night stand, she took it upon herself to press the "Talk" button and answer the woman's phone, leaving Christie to only stand in her bathroom doorway with her infamous "What the hell" look on.

"Hello!"

"Christie?"

"This is Ashjan, who is this?"

"Oh hi…um this is Elliot."

Ashjan shrieked as she began to jump up and down.

"Hello?"

"IT'S ELLIOT!" The blonde squeaked as she jumped faster.

"Uhhhhhh…."

"Gimmie that!" Chrisite yelled.

"HI ELLIOT!"

Elliot chuckled in the phone. "Hello."

"So what ya doing!?"

"Sitting here."

"Really now!?"

"ASHJAN!" Christie hollered again, this time making an attempt to grab the phone from her idiotic friend.

"SORRY CHRIS!" Ashjan squeaked as she jumped on her friend bed, "I AM TALKING TO HIM NOW."

"BITCH!"

"Wow" Elliot said into the phone, "What you do to make her mad?"

"She doesn't want me talking to you."

"Why?"

"ASHJAN!"

"She is a crazy whore."

"GIVE ME THAT DAMN PHONE!" The platinum assassin screamed again, this time while throwing a glass vase at her friend.

"TSK TSK CHRIS!"

"DID SOMETHING JUST BREAK!?"

"Yup!" Ashjan replied as she jumped down from the bed and ran inside the living room, "Anyway, can I ask you something?"

"I guess."

"Have you two ever had sex?"

Elliot coughed nervously. "Excuse me?"

"Have you and Christie ever had sex?"

"No, but we have made out a few times."

Ashjan giggled like a school girl a she twirled a loc of her golden hair. "So that explains the mar on her neck."

Coming into the living room, fuming with pure rage and anger, Christie shot her friend a deathly glare as she stepped closer to the now terrified woman.

"Umm...Elliot I got to go. Here is Chris!"

Tossing her friend the phone, as she stepped back slightly, Ashjan made a dash to the nearest corner and hid down behind one of Christie's rather expensive lamps. The blonde assassin knew that when her friend was this mad, she wasn't one to be taken lightly.

Pretending to not see her crazed friend, Christie began to speak to Elliot.

"What?"

"Hey."

"Hi, aren't you supposed to be sleep?"

"It's nine."

"Bed time was supposed to be at eight."

"Funny, very funny."

Christie sighed. "What took you so long to call?"

"Kokoro didn't want me calling you until she left."

"OHHH CHRIS EXPECTED HER BOO TO CALL!"

Christie shot her friend another deathly glare as she continued the conversation. "Why?"

"She doesn't like you."

"And I am supposed to care why?"

Elliot sighed. "Be nice to her."

"Look, you are supposed to be sleep and I have work in the morning."

"But I need to talk to you."

"About?"

Elliot paused. "Can you meet my parents?"

"What the fuck?"

"I know it is asking much but can you?"

"Why the hell would I do that?"

"Because I want to tell them about us before Kokoro does."

Christie sighed and began to walk to her bedroom. "She is going to tell them?"

"Yes and today she told me she loved me."

The assassin chuckled slightly as she sat down on her bed. "I kind of figured the girl had a thing for you."

"But the truth is that she really doesn't. She just said that so I wouldn't see you today."

"She told you this?"

Elliot nodded, as if Christie could see, and continued. "At first when she told me, it was after a kiss and then….."

"She kissed you?"

"DON'T GET MAD!"

"Just keep explaining!"

"Well, then we started talking. I asked her how she came to like me, but she started to laugh. At first I thought she went crazy but then she said it was just an act to get me from not seeing you this evening."

"She kissed you right?"

"Yea. I would never kiss anyone other than you."

Christie blushed slightly as she cleared her throat. "So then what?"

"Then I got mad at her and told her to leave. As usual she got mad and said if I didn't break up with you today, she would tell my parents about us."

"Ah" was the woman's only reply as she laid down on her bed, "The blackmail strategy. I like her style. A bit mediocre"

"Aren't you nervous?"

"For what?"

"About the situation!"

Christie chuckled into the phone at Elliot. Even though she wouldn't admit, when he was nervous or scared about something he sounded extremely cute.

"No I am not nervous for I have no reason to be."

"So……what does that mean?"

"Piece it together Elliot."

"You'll meet my parents?"

Thinking for a moment, Christie began to put together the cons and the pros of the situation at hand. If she did go, Kokoro wouldn't have anything to get her and Elliot on; not like she saw the geisha girl as much of a threat anyway. And if she didn't, then Kokor could use that as a foul move play and try to date Elliot. That certainly wasn't a given. Finally making up her mind, after about a few minutes of pondering, Christie answered Elliot's question.

"Fine, I'll meet the parents."

Elliot smiled. "Thanks. I know they'll love you."

"Sure they will" she replied with sarcasm in her monotone voice, "Now if you don't mind, I have to sleep and so do you."

"Alright, Alright, But one more thing."

"What is it Elliot?"

"I love you."

Christie blushed heavily as she felt her breath get caught in between her chest and throat. "……Elliot?"

"Hm?"

"You shouldn't" she paused and finally took a breath, "say things you don't mean."

"But I do mean it."

"Love is not a word to be used lightly. Besides, it doesn't exist."

"What is wrong with telling one that you deeply and genuinely care for them on both an emotional and spiritual level?"

Christie really didn't have an answer for that one for she didn't think of love that way. She always viewed it as a way of telling someone you are lusting for them but only in a nicer and sexier way. It always occurred to her that one who uses the word love is trying to trick a person into thinking that he or she is special and has a special place in your heart. Of course sex was always into play and if you loved someone, you would want that love in return but only physically. Love to Christie didn't exist, but the little blonde boy was starting to change her mind. His definition made a lot more sense. Why couldn't she care for someone on an emotional and spiritual echelon? She did care for him, really did like him a lot, even though she wouldn't say, and they did seem to connect on more than one level. But she just couldn't bring herself to saying that she loved him too. She just wasn't ready.

"Elliot…"

"I know I know. You are not ready to say I love you yet and it is fine."

"Elliot..."

"Really it is. You been through a lot and I understand. I just want you to know how I feel and even though you won't say it, I know my feelings are returned."

Christie blushed as she felt herself smile slightly. "Goodnight Elliot. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night."

With the signal that Elliot was now gone, Christie hung up her phone and faced the ceiling. Her smile got wider as she began to have thoughts of Elliot and it made her blush even more. She never blushed like this and silently scolded herself for doing so. Unfortunately, her friend Ashjan had been listening and watching on the whole conversation and thought it was cute.

"HOW ADORABLE!" She blurted out from the doorway, "HE LOVES YOU!"

"Go home Ashjan."

"Can I stay the night? I like sleeping here."

Christie sat up and turned off her side table lamp, allowing her room to become eloped in darkness, with the exception of the living room light that shone slightly from the doorway.

"You are in Raja's room."

Ashjan smiled. "Thanks, oh and btw, it's okay to tell someone you love them back. Even the mightiest of all assassin's have feelings too."

With that, Ashjan quietly left out of the doorway of her friend's room and shut the door behind her, leaving Christie alone and confused. She couldn't help but wonder what she was feeling about the boy and knew that it surely wasn't lust. If it was, she would have fucked him and thrown him out a long time ago. This was different. She actually cared for him and, surprisingly, would do anything for him. She felt awkward when he was around. Her heart fluttered as her stomach did somersaults. And even though she masked those symptoms with incredible skill, when they kissed she couldn't help but feel fireworks. It was just full of passion and realness that it couldn't be denied. Such intensity and power couldn't just be the occasional two week crush.

Finally making up her mind, Christie reached for her phone again and dialed Elliot's number. She silently hoped he would answer and was relieved greatly when he did.

"Hello?"

"Elliot?"

"Christie? What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong slow ass. I just needed to also tell you that…..I too …..Love you."

A/n: I know I know, it was not the best chappie but I promised myself I would try and do my best to make Christie sound more…nice. I mean she isn't all that bad. Besides, this couple rox!!!! Love my reviwers! You all keep this going. Much luv!