DISCLAIMER : Anything that's in the franchise, belong to the respective owner, they're not mine. Places and names that are real in reality, i'm just borrowing them. This is a non-profit fiction. Don't sue me.
I'm posting this chapter in a hurry, I'm gonna be busy the next few days, so probably gonna take time to post next chapter.. :( I'm sorry for typos or grammar error, like i said, english is not my language.. Microsoft words didn't help very much.. if anyone of you want to be my beta/editor .. you are welcome.. just PM me :D
"Letty, open up!"
A loud banging on her door startled her from her sleep
"Aaarghh.." She grunted, her head hurt like hell.
Another banging forced her out of bed. She's stumbled on her way to the door. "What?" She opened the door.
"It's two PM!" He snapped at her.
"Aarrhh" she cupped her ear.. "Lower your voices.. Goddamnit, I got the worst hangover" She stepped inside, allowing Matthew to enter her room.
"That's why I brought you some aspirin and breakfast; well, lunch in this case"
She sat on the bed straightening her leg, leaning to the wall. Matthew sat near her foot and handed her two aspirins and a glass of water.
"You don't have to take care of me y'no.. You're not my mother" She scowled as she took the aspirins and gulping it down with the water. She hates it when people think she's weak.
"If I were your mother you won't be having any hangover. I'll bitch-slap you if you ever touch liquor missy!" He said; taking out the food he brought.
"Don't call me 'missy'" She nudged his hip with her foot, a little harder than it should have, but she knew he can take it.
"I can call you anything I want, *MISSY*" he turned to face her just in time to have her right foot placed on his left shoulder, and then she shoved him hard, he was thrown a few feet out the bed.
Instantly he stood, hands on his hip "oh, two aspirins and now you're a tough girl huh?"
"Tough enough to kick your ass if you ever called me missy again" she raised her chin smugly.
"We'll see about that *missy*" he lunged at her. She raised her right leg to block him, he grabbed her right foot and twists it, and she twisted her body along, used the bed as leverage and kicked the side of his face with her left foot. He turned to blocked it with his shoulder, but she still hit partial of his head. The distraction was enough for her to yank her right leg out of his grasp. She attacked him again, but he was prepared this time, he hold up his hands to block her attack, she kicked his inner thigh strong enough to make him down on his one knee. He lunged at her slamming to a cabinet then threw her back to the bed, he quickly grabbed her wrist and holds it above her head, and pinned her with his weight.
They were both panting in silence, and breathing hard. Faces inches away from each other, both seeking to each other's eyes, searching for any signs if they should continue, or break apart, each battling their inner voice. Moments later, Matthew lowered his head; she closed her eyes, waiting.
Then, she felt Matthew's breath on the side of her neck, whispering "I'm sorry Let, as much as I want to. We shouldn't do this." He rested his head on the crook of her neck. He gave her shoulder a brief kiss. And let go of her wrists. He lifted himself from her body and stood.
"Eat, Bremann would like to see you, he's at Esposito's office"
He left her.. again.
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"God! What is wrong with me?!" She muttered to herself in the shower.
She was having a battle inside her. Here she is in FBI training, planning to do the mission that would free her boyfriend and his sister; and yet she fell for her instructor. She is Dom's girlfriend, they've been together over a decade, how can she let some guy she just knew for 3 weeks get in the way? But then again, why must she be so loyal to Dom, who was probably banging any skank within 10 yards of him. So is this supposed to be some kind of revenge? No, she can't and she won't let herself down to that level.
Who is this Matthew guy any way?! She didn't know him very much, they just met 3 weeks ago, have a personal conversation only a few times.. And kissed just one time.. shit.. the kiss. Everything supposed to be so wrong, but why every time she's with him, she felt so right? Even the 'half-drunk' kiss felt right to her. She felt so free, she could be just 'Letty' when she's around him, not Dom's girlfriend, not Mia's best friend, not the grease monkey; but just plain Letty. Something she missed, being with someone who can see her as she is and not what she was labeled.
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"Hey Tim.." Letty greeted Tim Molson, her Tactical Vehicles Operations Instructor. They grew close these few days, knowing both have the same passion for fast cars and difficult maneuvers on high ways.
"What do you want Let?" He asked without looking at her, too busy checking some papers in his hands.
"The usual.." she grinned at him. He know what she want, like always, every time Letty had a spare time, she would come to him and asked permission to use the Academy's 1 mile track.
"Nope, can't do" He walked passed her. She chased him "What? Why?"
"The new recruits are scheduled to use the track today"
"Oh man.." She was disappointed; she really needs to be behind the wheels to clear her mind.
"But you can come with me to watch" He smiled. Letty thought about his offer for a moment, and then decided to tag along.
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"What do you think?" Tim asked her as they watch one of the new recruit on the track.
"He got heavy feet.. oops.. see?.. too slow, he almost missed the turn" Letty pointed to the white car they used to practice. "He's full of rage, see that.. he's so angry he missed the turn before, now he's too clumsy he misses the next one" Letty shook her head.
"So, you know who's going to be your new defense instructor yet?" the salt and pepper haired man asked her. Letty handed him back his binocular.
"What do you mean 'new'? It's Murphy" She sipped her bottled water.
"Haven't you heard? Murphy is transferred to San Diego" Tim adjusted his binocular to watch the further part of the track.
Letty shock at the words "What? No,.. I.. I haven't heard anything about it" Her voice cracked, trying to suppress the building rage "hmm.. When does he leave?"
"This afternoon, Keith didn't want to let go of him, but he insisted, even though it was such a short notice"
How could he not tell her he's leaving? Does this has anything to do with her? Unconsciously Letty squint her eyes in anger. Tim was too busy watching the new recruit to noticed her changed of reaction.
"I'm sorry Tim, I think I'm gonna head back.. Let me know when the track is clear okay?" She patted Tim on the back, and left the track.
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"Hey Murphy!" he heard her shouting behind him. He slammed the trunk of his car and turned around to face her.
She was in front of him in an instant. "So that's it?! You're leaving now? It's only four weeks and already you're too afraid to face me to say goodbye? Did I scare your little ass?!" she raised her chin, doing what she does best, challenging him as he would challenged her.
He bowed his head, taking deep breaths before looking in her eyes. Sooner or later he must face her, might as well be today. He folded his arms in front of his chest.
"Not everything is about you *Leticia*" the cold words bring a sharp pain to her heart.
"Oh really? So why d'you run?" She didn't buy it.
"I'm not running, I have an assignment in San Diego, if you happened to know, it's very common thing in FBI world"
She stepped closer, standing on her toes so she can whisper to his ear "Well, if you happened to know, I can tell *bullshit* when I see one... Liar!" then she turned around leaving him.
He chased her, grabbed her shoulder and slammed her to the nearest wall and trapped her with his arm to her sides.
"Do you think *you* can handle the truth Leticia?" he whispered so close to her face in a threatening manner. His eyes pierced into hers.
She didn't budge, and snapped back at him, "It's *you* who can't handle the truth!"
"Fine, you win!" he whispered too close to her ear, he could smell the fruit scented shampoo she used, intoxicating his thoughts, he must get it over with, fast, before his mind losing the battle against his heart.
"You're right. I can't handle seeing you every day and unable to kiss you or make love to you 'coz I have to maintain my professional image! I can't handle seeing you unfocused on your training because of me!, knowing in the real event, that could get you killed and that would killed me! I can't handle knowing you risk your life for your good for nothing boyfriend! You deserved so much more than that Letty! Most importantly, I can't handle myself when I'm with you coz I desire you more than I desire to live in this goddamn world! That's MY TRUTH Leticia! Can you admit YOURS?!"
Not waiting for her answer; swiftly he left her there, trembling. He already know her answer, an answer that would never came out of her mouth.
Blood seems to left her face and she felt her knee giving up on her, she sagged on the ground. That was not bullshit. Every truth of the word stabbed her in the gut. She has lost the battle. In every way she was defeated, her wall of defense crumbled to ashes, she can no longer hide it. Her mind, body and soul were no longer Dominic's. She was in love, in a time where she shouldn't be.
Her tears fell when she heard his car roaring, and the sound fades in the distance. She doesn't know what's worse, to regret meeting him, or letting him go.
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She was more determent than ever. She focused and worked harder on her training, pushing her body, strength and intelligence more, she got new motivation. She just want to get the training done, go to Germany, bring that son of a bitch's organization down, return to US, freed Dominic and Mia, and then maybe, with a new ID, start a new life and life a normal life... with or without Dominic, It didn't matter anymore.
J. Edgar Hoover Building, Washington D.C.
"So what do you think of our training?"
"Good, really toned out my curves more than Carmen Electra's striptease video" Letty replied with a grin. Mr. Bremann rolled his eyes.
"And your German lessons?"
"Wo kann ich ein guter bier erhalten?" (Where can I get a good beer?) Letty smirked, Mr. Bremann shook his head "I really wish there's someone I could use to replace you Miss Ortiz."
"Aww.. I know you gonna miss me when I'm gone" she has that silly grin on her face, she really love pushing Bremann's button. Bremann just sigh.
"However, you do understand it's a dangerous task, they are dangerous people. But we will do what we can to ensure your safety."
"Just try to get me home in one piece alright?"
"I noticed you are making quite an impression to the Academy"
Letty smiled but said nothing.
"I heard great recommendation from Tim Molson, maybe you should consider a carrier with us"
Letty chuckled "Naah.. Thanks for the offer, but I can't even picture myself in business suit or khaki pants like you guys"
Bremann pulled out a folder from his drawer.
"This is your new identity. Adelita Chavez, born in Spain.."
"Wait! Adelita? You got to be kidding me?!" Letty chuckled and shook her head "no,no,no.. Get real man, do I look like an Adelita to you?"
"You don't look like a Leticia to me but here you are.." He said calmly.
"Yeah but I get called 'Letty' for a nickname. What am I gonna do with Adelita?"
"Adele" Breman smiled. He likes to piss off the feisty Latina.
"Aarrghh..! I hate that singer, I hate that name! Change it!"
"I'm sorry Miss Chavez, I'm afraid your new name has reached all our European agents and it can't be change until you completed your mission."
"You're enjoying this aren't you?" She shook her head again in defeat.
"Miss Chavez, I am a dedicated agent, I love doing what I do and enjoy serving my country" he smirked back at her. She rolled her eyes.
"Give me that!" she snatched the folder and examined the contents. "What time do I leave?"
"Tomorrow 10 am, your plane leaves at noon. Your contact in London is Marc Becker, he will lead you to European racing scene."
"I got to pick my car right? For the race?"
"Yes, Mr. Becker will provide it for you"
"Alright, cool."
"He'll explain you further information on the case, he's been working on it for almost a year."
"A year? You said the hijack was what? 5 months ago?"
"Before they hijacked us, they've been hijacking UK and Belgium military cargo."
"Damn.."
"So you will be cooperating with UK and Belgium agents in this case also. But you would only report to us."
"Got it"
Berlin, Germany
A Black Lexus LFA cruised the streets heading to Berlin city center. Gisele leaned her head to the window, tired and bored from their long journey.
"So, where do you wanna stay?" Han asked Gisele as they enter Berlin city center.
"I think we better get something to eat first. I want some Italian food" She replied, eyeing the line of stores and office buildings.
"Alright" Han complied with his girl's wishes.
"There, let's eat there" she pointed a small Italian diner on the left of the street. It was small but cozy, and has a friendly ambience with a low classical music playing.
They enter the restaurant and greeted by an old lady. They placed their orders and waited for the food, when Gisele saw a familiar face. She got up immediately.
Han looked at her quizzically.
"Wait here" she said and she walked to an old male waiter. They seem to know one another; they smiled and conversed in language Han didn't understand, but definitely not Italian. Soon, they parted and Gisele went back to her seat.
"Who was that?" Han asked.
"Just a guy I once worked with" she said nonchalantly.
"He's with the Mossad?" Han whispered so no other guest could hear.
"Sort of, he's a helper, a volunteer. Don't worry; he said this place is save. And he suggested we stayed at the Westin, there's a helper there. He might come handy to us"
"A good thinking, but I don't think anything could happen in this place"
"An Israeli is not really a favored tourist in Germany, Han"
"Ah, the politics and military issue? Didn't occurred to me before, I shouldn't have brought you here"
"No, it's fine... We just need to keep a low profile"
After they finished their meals, they headed to the suggested hotel. They choose the regular double bed room instead of a suite like they used to, to keep a low profile.
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"So you've been to Berlin..." Han said when Gisele was out of the shower. He had finished unpacking and there's nothing left to do.
"Is this the part where we tell each other secrets and past?" She replied as she stepped closer to Han. She was wrapped only in a towel. Han inches closer, "well, I think I deserved to know if there's some past enemies ready to take our lives in here" He placed his hands on her hip, bringing their lower body pressed against each other.
"Don't worry about that, it was aborted before the Kidon even boarded a plane..." She wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You're not the Kidon?" Han asked while Gisele was kissing his jaw.
"You thought I was?" She whispered in his ear.
"Hmm..Yes.." Han's answer came out more of a moan.
"I'm flattered" She sucked a spot between his ear and his neck; then tugged down her towel.
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"Any plans tomorrow?" Gisele asked as they lay cuddling on the large bed.
Han lazily ran his finger on the curve of her hip. "I think I'm gonna sell the car. Any car you favor?"
"Hmm...Lotus Evora?"
"So much for keeping a low profile.." Han shook his head.
"Would you rather ride with me on a Ducati?" Gisele asked as she drifted to sleep.
"What is it with you and Ducati?" As sexy as she looked riding a Ducati, Han preferred his girl in a car with him.
"What can I say? I love the feeling of something powerful between my legs" Gisele winked at him.
Kidon :Mossad's ultra-secret assassination unit
My co-worker thinks I'm gonna be a terrorist, because I googled a lot of websites about FBI and Mossad.. LOL..