AN: This story is completely AU. I just thought that Elle and Sylar would work really well in the universe of Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 2

Ah, freedom, at long last! Elle heaved an exaggerated sigh of relief as she slipped out of sight of her sometimes partner. Noah Bennet was actually pretty good as far as partners went. He was focused and competent so if you didn't mind working with someone who never cracked a smile unless he was putting a bullet into someone's face, he was your man. Having known him practically since birth, Elle was not put off by his stone like features and manner. But come on! Even she had her limits.

"Bishop, do not even think about taking him down on your own," she heard his voice grind out through the tiny emitter in her ear. She rolled her eyes even though he wasn't around to see it and kept walking to her destination.

"We've been watching him for a week! This is the first time he's really given us a chance to nab him."

"Bishop…"

"Look, I'm not gonna do anything flashy. I'm pretty sure I can…persuade him to come out with me on his own. So be prepared to pick him up in the back in ten minutes."

"Elle."

"Unless you'd rather go in there instead?" she asked smugly. She could practically hear his mouth pinch into a sour, puckered lemon face. They both knew he'd stick out like a sore thumb in a club like The Absolute.

"…fine. Be out in ten minutes. Do not stay to party. Do not stay to dance. And do not even think about drinking!" God! It was like she was still sixteen or something.

"Don't worry, Bennet," she practically purred. "I won't - much." She turned off her emitter just in time to cut off his angry retort.

Showtime!

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The club was loud, dirty and stank of smoke and the stale sweat of too many bodies in motion. Contrary to what she had told Bennet, Elle had no intention of staying to enjoy its dubious pleasures. Meat markets were no longer her thing and hadn't been for awhile. Still, she knew how to blend in. Had gotten in quite easily – just walked right up to the front of the line in her tight black leather jumpsuit and been motioned in appreciatively before she even reached the velvet rope. It was certainly nice to know she still had it! She spotted the target immediately.

He was tall, he was big, and he was hairy. Phil Brogan was a suspected shape shifter. It was up to them to acquire him and turn him over to the Company 'doctors' to find out exactly what shape he took.

Elle smiled to herself. The bigger they are...the more fun they are to bag!

She made her way through the crowded club to his side and 'accidentally' bumped him. He angrily turned to her but his snarl stopped as soon as he got a good look at her.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't spill your drink, did I?" she batted her lashes.

"You did, baby, but you can make it up to me." Gah! He was leering at her like she was a side of beef and he was the big bad wolf. She clinically noticed that he was what some women might consider attractive. Personally, she preferred incredibly intelligent mechanical experts with glasses.

He slung his arms around her possessively, his hands low on her back and she stiffened.

"Why don't we take this back to my place?" she tried to discretely edge out of his arms without making it look like she was not into him. God, he was sweating all over her and he smelled like wet dog!

"Nah, baby. I've got a better idea," he tightened his hold on her and she could see his eyes take on a yellow cast as he licked his lips. "Let's head upstairs. I've got a special room reserved."

She put on the most seductive smile she could manage through clenched teeth. "My place is right around the corner. I'm sure we'd be much more comfortable there and then we could take all the time you want."

"Trust me, baby, I'm gonna take exactly what I want from your sweet ass. Upstairs." His grip was getting tighter and she started to feel the first prickle of unease. Her senses were telling her that he was stronger than his size and build could account for – much stronger. Just as she was about to break his grip on her she noticed in alarm that his teeth were growing into long, jagged fangs. And then he was yanking her through the club and to a stairwell hidden in the back.

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"Damn, this club looks tight! This is my kind of assignment! You ready to do this, man?"

Gabriel rolled his eyes. What was Arthur up to, sending him out with a partner the last few assignments? It was well known at Pinehearst that he worked best alone. Ever since his first partner's demise years ago, no one had wanted to work with him in any case. The incident had been explained away by Arthur as an unfortunate accident but everyone knew what had really happened. Lydia Hurst had gone against Sylar's direct orders at a critical point in their mission and afterwards, he had scalped her without hesitation.

They were parked outside a club their target was known to frequent and Gabriel wanted to make sure a few things were understood before they got going. He ignored Knox' ridiculous comments. "Did you read the file like you were supposed to?"

"Sure, man. I know all I need to know about this guy."

"Well then you know that against him, your power is useless. He's a lycanthrope. He can change into a wolf – a big one – and a predator like that doesn't feel fear."

"Yeah, but once we get started, I'm sure they'll be some people around who will be afraid. And I can power off of them as easy as if it was coming directly off him."

"Good. Then I guess you might not be completely useless to me after all. Just remember that when we get in there, you do what I say, when I say. And we all go home happy campers. Understand?"

"Yeah, sure man…" this guy was creepier than he'd heard.

"Outstanding."

Gabriel Gray opened the car door but it was Sylar who stepped out. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply at the intoxicating rush of adrenalin that always poured through him before a hunt and felt the first, faint stirrings of his need rise up in him. When he opened his eyes again he grinned at Knox from over the top of the car.

"Let the party begin."

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AN: I know – that last line was so corny but I couldn't help it! ;)