Once again thank my amazing bet Ali Maximum… what would I do without her? (starts daydreaming)


Yassen's POV

Yassen sighed. He shouldn't have left like that. He knew Jack didn't really believe he was a rapist; Alex had just said that to get a rise out of him. And it had worked. The man had let a fourteen-year-old child get to him. He couldn't let that happen, again. Making up his mind, Yassen decided he would call Jack in the morning and apologize for his behavior. And take her on a date. But where? They had gone to a club last night and partied, so a fancy place? Or, are you supposed to give them more notice in advance for that? Because he certainly could get them a great table tomorrow, but should he wait until at least three days to go there after telling her?

Why was everything so complicated with her, anyway? Oh, right. Because he wasn't just sleeping with her and leaving, like he usually did with women. Yassen was going for a serious relationship. So, now, he would just have to go the extra mile.

After all, the man was beginning to love Jack.

He finally laid back down. The answer would be to call Jack when he woke up. She would be up at six. Right?

Jack's POV

The phone was ringing. Jack rolled over in bed and glanced at the alarm clock, mumbling all the while. It was 6:15.

...Who the fuck would call at 6:15 in the morning? Jack picked up the phone.

"I don't care who this is or what crisis is going on. Call back in four hours if it's that important," she growled, then hung up.

She lay there trying to go back to sleep, but, of course, she couldn't. Why on earth would she be able to sleep when she actually wanted to?

The redhead got out of bed and marched over to the bathroom, grumbling all the while about stupid idiots calling in the morning. That's when she froze. The number was familiar. She had just hung up on Yassen.

"Oops," she mumbled under her breath.

She looked back and realized her pride would not allow her to pick up that phone and call him back now. So, she continued her trek to the bathroom, which, honestly, really wasn't that far away.

After getting out, getting dressed and doing her hair, it was 8:00. And Jack had just decided she was going to wake up Alex by repeatedly calling his cell phone. She hoped his ringtone was still that annoying gummybear song.

Yassen's POV

He stared in shock at the phone, his mouth hanging open. Had she just hung up on him? Yassen checked the phone. Yep, she had hung up on him.

Note to self: Jack is NOT a morning person.

He sighed and went down to his training room. Maybe some running would help.

After finishing his training, the man grabbed a quick shower and some breakfast before heading out the door. He would apologize to her in person. Let's just hope she didn't slam the door in his face. Or call the police.

Jack's POV

The doorbell was ringing. She realized it could very well be Yassen, but told Alex to get it, anyway. That way, she could throw on some mascara, lip-gloss, and a low cut shirt. She was just in one of those moods. She walked down the stairs.

"So... Who was it, Alex?" Jack asked, calmly wondering if she done all of this for nothing.

"Oh, it was Yassen, but I slammed the door in his face,"Alex said smirking. Jack was quiet. Then, Alex added, "After telling him to get lost and threatening to call MI6, that is."

"WHAT?" Jack squeaked.

"Joking. He's seating in the living room. Conviently glaring at me, as well," Alex said, chuckling.

"ALEXANDER JOHNATHAN RIDER!" Jack yelled.

Alex stopped laughing and dove out an open window next to him. He'd opened it just for that purpose, actually. Jack sprinted down the stairs and glared at the open window like it was all it's fault.

She turned toward Yassen.

"Yassen," she said, curtly. Then, Jack mentally winced; she hadn't meant to be so rude.

"Jack, I'm sorry. I shouldn't ha-" Yassen began to apologize, but was silenced by Jack kissing him.

There was no way he was finishing that apology as far as Jack was concerned. They had both been in the wrong.

She smiled and climbed onto his lap, leaning down to kiss him again, when Alex's head popped up in that damn open window.

"No PDA! Innocent child here!" he shouted, effectively ruining the moment for the time being.

As Yassen gave Alex a look that promised a very slow and painful death, Alex gulped and disappeared.

"Now, where were we?" Yassen said, pulling Jack closer. She smiled and started kissing him again. This time, their kiss was cut short by a persistent ringing of a cell phone. Yassen's, to be exact.

"Ugh, answer the damn thing. While you're at it, shoot the damned caller," Jack grumbled, crawling off his lap.

The man flipped open the cellular device and barked, "What do you want? I don't care. That is your problem. I did my part. No, I will not. Do I need to remind you who I am? Good, now that we have come to an understanding, I see no reason to continue this conversation." That's when he hung up.

"Sorry about that. It was an old employer," Yassen explained, cringing. He didn't want to risk her leaving him, and even that detail could be enough.

Jack rolled her eyes and hugged him. "Stop worrying," she said softly.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly against him. "I can't. I worry something I say will send you running," Yassen whispered.

"The only thing you could say to send me running is probably something to do with having a baby," Jack said, then shuddered.

"What, you never want one? A little child to cuddle and care for a raise the way you want to," Yassen questioned.

"At most, one. And that's if I'm fairly drunk when I make that decision. Besides, I practically raised Alex, so I got that already. And may I say, the teenage years are horrible," Jack admitted.

Yassen laughed and Jack decided she like the sound of him laughing. It made him seem happier and less lonely. Which he no doubt had to be considering his job.

"What are you thinking about, Jack?" Yassen murmured.

"How I like it when you laugh and how you must be lonely with your job. After all, I don't think it promotes closeness," Jack whispered back, holding him closer.

Yassen smiled sadly. She was right, of course. He had been lonely countless times.

"I learned to live with it," Yassen whispered sadly.

"You shouldn't have to live with it. It's wrong, 'cause you keep everyone from realizing what a great man you are. Which I guess wouldn't be too good for business, but, still, I don't want you to be lonely," said Jack fervantly.

Yassen smiled. He tilted her head up.

"I'm never lonely when I'm with you, Jack. You make me happy," Yassen whispered and then kissed her softly.


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