There's Something In The Way You Look At Me
Disclaimer: If I would own the show and the characters that are included in this FanFic, then I surely wouldn't waste my time writing such stuff.
Cause there's something in the way you look at me It's as if my heart knows you're the missing piece
Just like most of them are, he's a shadowy figure. His face is hidden by a hat and even in the light of the bar at the Empire he doesn't want to take off his sunglasses. But she's not afraid of him. Even unarmed, she knows at least 6 ways to overpower him and kill him if he tries anything.
"I will pay whatever price you name me if you kill this guy as soon as possible and of course without any suspicion." His voice is calm and quiet, yet still carries a level of authority. She looks over at him, raising her eyebrows slighty as she waits for him to show her her next target.
The man slides a photo across the table and she picks it up, focusing on his face, trying to inculcate as many details as possible. To her surprise, the guy in the photo doesn't look dangerous to her in any way. Her targets usually have at least the arm full of tattoos or a piercing and a somewhat intimidating face. But the guy on this photo looks just as normal as every other visitor in this bar. He has brown eyes, dark brown hair, some interesting cheekbones and a slim figure, yet she can see the muscles under his shirt.
But none of the usual stuff.
"What's his name?" she asks without looking away from the photo.
"Daniel Humphrey," the guy opposite of her replies within seconds.
This time Serena looks up, narrowing her eyes at her client. "As in the writer?"
A confused expression appears on her face, not sure why she's supposed to kill a writer.
"Yes. As in the writer."
Vaguely, she remembers that her mom used to have a brief affair with a Rufus Humphrey, obviously the father of Dan, that she had met at one of Dan's book parties, seeing as she was a big fan of his work.
She purses her lips, staring down at the photo, then back up at the shadowy figure. "Why do you want him killed?" she asks curiously, keeping her piercing blue eyes on the sunglasses, trying to look through them to see any emotion.
The man sighs, taking a sip from the Scotch he had ordered. He is silent for a moment before he takes off his hat and sunglasses, which reveal a huge scar right across his face. But Serena looks right through his little game. The man was obviously trying to intimidate her. She almost laughs at the thought, but composes herself, still keeping her eyes narrowed at his face. He doesn't scare her. He's the one that came to her for a murder that he's too afraid to commit after all.
"I believe that's none of your business," he simply says, putting the hat and the sunglasses back on.
Serena smirks at him, crossing her legs under the table. "I believe it is, considering that I am the one who is going to kill him."
The man doesn't show a sign of emotion and keeps sipping his Scotch before he puts the glass down eventually and folds his hands on the table. "Someone told me that you were the best since you don't ask any questions. Guess that source was wrong then." A slight grin appears on his face.
She bristles at his words and uncrosses her legs, narrowing her eyes at the man, trying to ignore that comment. "Any price I name?" she repeats his earlier words in a question instead.
The man takes a moment before he nods. "Will you do it?"
Serena takes a last look at the photo. The writer was, from what she had heard, surely innocent. Her targets had usually done something wrong, hell they had sometimes even taken someone else's life as well and they had deserved the punishment. This guy had done nothing wrong, but on the other side she needed the money. Her brain was fighting a 'Will I' or 'Won't I' battle.
"I'll do it," she says after a few minutes, asking herself whether this was really the right decision or whether she would regret it in the end, "but my price is high."
"Of course," the man says nodding, a trace of a smile forming on his lips.
It disgusted Serena to see someone wanting to have someone innocent dead, but she decides to ignore it. "And I get paid up front."
He reacted confused and Serena is almost sure that this is his first time hiring someone to kill someone for him. "All of it?" he asks slowly, his voice almost inaudible.
"All of it," she replies without any emotion in her voice.
Serena left the bar ridiculously richer than she had entered it and with a photo of Daniel Humphrey in her hand.
"Umm, how do I find you if I need you?" the man asks her before she has a chance to disappear.
Serena smirks at him and turns around, slowly walking into the night. "You don't find me, Mr Carmichael, I find you."