A/N: bet you're all wondering what the hell happened, right? here it is! enjoy!

Chapter 11: I Don't Care

"Like I said, I like fight in my girls…" Daniel strained against a struggling Lily as he dragged her into the bedroom, his gun still trained on her. He flung her onto the bed and she landed on her back with a grunt before he climbed on top of her, meeting her gaze to snarl, "But you'd better stop struggling or you're only gonna hurt yourself."

He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck as she let out a scream of pain before his mouth connected with hers, making her fight all the more and try to shove him off of her. He jammed the gun into her gut, making her grunt again but that only made her bite onto his tongue as it entered her mouth. Daniel gave a growl of pain as he yanked his face from hers, standing on his knees as he straddled her and she tried to sit up to scramble away.

"Damn, squirrelly bitch!" he snarled with a slight impediment in his speech from the bite before he lifted his free hand and back-handed her across the face.

She let out another scream before she spun around and hit the pillow face first, one of her hands moving under the pillow and she gave a small gasp as her eyes shot wide. He grabbed a handful of her hair, making her wince as he pulled back on her hair, angling her so that he was lying on top of her as she lay flat on the mattress and he slid the gun under her shoulder so that it sat next to her head on the pillow, still in his hand so that she could see his finger on the trigger.

"If you stop struggling, you might actually enjoy this," he murmured into her hair before nuzzling the back of her neck and she whimpered before nodding, making him grin deviously. "Good. Now that I know you won't struggle anymore…"

Daniel pulled the gun back and tossed it to the floor, Lily eyeing it but staying still as she kept her hand under the pillow and felt him shift to stand on his knees again. She sucked in a breath when she heard him shuffling with his pants and knew it was now or never. She gave a scream of rage as she shoved herself up and swung her hand out from under the pillow…Kirill's gun in hand as she aimed it at him and he froze with wide eyes as she breathed heavily.

His eyes narrowed as he gave a smirk and scoffed, "You don't have the guts to shoot me, sugar."

"Wanna bet?" she ground out, the hand holding the gun shaking slightly.

"I'd bet my life," he smirked confidently, and Lily's expression darkened as she lifted her gun to his head…right between his now wide, sea-green eyes.

"You're about to lose that bet."

He moved slightly to get away, but her finger on the trigger was faster and the shot made her jump with a start as she gasped. His body fell on top of her, shoving her back on the bed as she let her arm fall outstretched to her side, still holding the gun, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling as she lay under Daniel's lifeless body, looking lifeless herself.

"Lily!"

Kirill's voice seemed so far away, and she hardly registered that he was calling her name as she could almost feel the blood draining from her face. She ignored Daniel's blood pooling onto the pillow next to her head and into her hair, and she felt her hands going cold and clammy before she saw Kirill lean over the body to see her face, but she didn't truly see him. She felt like she was sure she was dreaming.

Kirill pulled Daniel's body off of Lily and onto the floor before he leaned over her as she still didn't move.

"Lily," he whispered then looked to the gun she was holding and slid it from her hand to set it on the stand next to the bed before turning back to Lily and looking into her eyes. He knew she was in shock, but he also knew they had to get out of there as soon as possible, and he really didn't have time to baby her.

He gripped one of her hands and sat her up to pull her into his arms and walk her toward the shower. He had to wash the blood off of her, and himself before they could start running again. She still didn't register what was happening as he set her on the shower floor, kneeling in front of her to strip off the shirt she wore before reaching up to turn the water on. As the water warmed, he pulled her up by her hands to her feet and held her close as she stood, limply in his arms.

"Vy dolzhny otdelat΄sya ot etoĭ," (You need to snap out of this) Kirill whispered as he grabbed the soap and began scrubbing the blood from her hair and face.

She suddenly shuddered, making him freeze and look to her head as she buried her face into his shoulder, her hands on his back and hugging him closer.

"He didn't think I'd do it," she breathed, making him sigh before he began scrubbing her down again, holding her a little closer. "I didn't think I'd do it."

"You did what needed to be done," he assured her, focusing on what he was doing as well. "If you had not killed him, he would have killed us."

"Even if you say that, it doesn't change how I feel about what I've done," she shuddered again, tears welling in her eyes. "That's the second time I've killed someone." She lifted her head and stared her emerald eyes into his hazel-greens as he frowned down at her. "How do you deal with this? How do you not let the things you've done haunt you?"

Kirill stared into her eyes as she waited for an answer, something to ease her guilt for what she had done. He couldn't lie to her, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't. She would know he was lying if he tried it.

"You don't," he replied in a raw voice. "You accept that you've done what needed to be done, and whether or not you can live with that determines whether or not it haunts you. I'm haunted by some decisions I've made and things I've done. Dragging you into this with me being one of them."

"What do you mean?" she frowned up at him, pushing away slightly.

"You shouldn't be living like this, Lily," he replied. "Constantly looking over your shoulder as you run for your life isn't an ideal lifestyle."

"No, but I had plenty of chances to leave, and I didn't," she reminded him, matter-of-factly as she looked over and took the soap from his hand to start scrubbing the blood she found on him. "Doesn't that tell you something?"

"Chto vy s uma soshli," (That you are out of your mind) he muttered and she gave him a glare.

"Mozhet byt΄, ya," (Maybe I am) she shot back, making him look down at her in disbelief. "No mne vse ravno." (But I don't care)

"Net?"

"Net."

"Pochemu by net?" (Why not?)

Lily turned back to scrubbing the blood from his chest then took one of his hands and scrubbed it when she noticed the blood still on it.

"Potomu chto…" (Because…) she trailed off with a sigh, tracing his long fingers lazily with hers. "Because it doesn't bother me anymore. As long as I'm with you, I know I'll be safe." She finally looked up at him with a sweet smile before admitting, "I feel safe with you."

Kirill said nothing as she turned back to scrubbing him down. He felt guilt clench his heart at the fact that he'd brought her into all this. He knew from the start he should have left her at her apartment, but something had compelled him to bring her along. He wasn't sure what or why, but they were here now, and it was no use dwelling on the past. He glanced at her as she reached for the hem of his pants and he pulled her hands away, making her look up at him with a frown.

"Go get dried off and dressed," he instructed firmly, taking the soap from her. "Get some of the things you'll need together and call the front desk. Tell François we made another mess. He'll know what that means and what to do. Ponyal?"

"Da," Lily nodded without argument and swallowed before standing on her tip toes and pressing a tender kiss to his lips before pulling away and stepping from the shower, grabbing a towel on the way out.

Kirill gave a sigh of relief as she walked out of the room. The combination of her drenched body against him with Russian rolling off her tongue was getting to be too much. It showed when he pulled off his pants to scrub the rest of himself off before stepping out and drying off to change.

"Kirill," she called, standing at the doorway of the bedroom, fully dressed as he pulled on a shirt. "I tried the front desk. He's not picking up."

"Damn," he growled, leaning over to pull on his shoes. "Get ready to go now."

Lily nodded and hurried back out of the room as Kirill grabbed his coat and his gun, making sure it was loaded before he jammed it into his pocket. He picked up the gun Daniel had been carrying as well and stepped out of the room and down the hall to the living room where he saw Lily standing at the front door, facing away from the other body lying in the middle of the room. He stepped up next to her and took one of her hands, pressing the gun into it as she looked at him with wide eyes.

"In case we're separated," he explained and she nodded before he instructed, "Listen. Whatever we find out there, whatever happens when we walk out this door, I want you to stay calm and stay by my side."

She gave a mute nod and slid her hand into his as she adjusted the small bag over her shoulder and he gave the same small nod before opening the door.

Heading down the stairs, Lily noticed it was quieter than usual. On any other day, especially the weekends, the building was bustling with people going in and out, and if it wasn't, François would sometimes play one of his old records for some ambiance. She heard nothing now, and as they reached the last step she realized why. She gripped Kirill's hand firmly when her eyes landed on the front desk, where the older man usually sat, only to see his body leaned back in his chair, head lulled back with a bullet through his head.

"Don't look," Kirill instructed, his gaze trained on the door and Lily swallowed the lump forming in her throat as she did what she was told.

He opened the door and let her go first, but she didn't let go of his hand as they stepped out of the building and into the Paris streets. Kirill hailed a cab as Lily clung to his other arm, her emerald gaze shooting around the streets, nervously. A cab pulled up and he ushered her inside before climbing in himself and telling the cabby where to take them.

"Hôtel de Reims."

"Oui, monsieur," the cabby nodded and pulled into traffic.

"Kirill-"

"We don't have a choice," he cut in, sitting back and looking out his window. "We'll stay there for a few nights, and then-"

"I wasn't going to talk about the hotel," Lily interrupted, making him shoot his gaze to her. "I want to talk about what Daniel said."

"Daniel said a lot of things," Kirill grumbled.

"I'm referring to what he said about Gretkov offering you your job back," Lily shot back and Kirill sneered looking out his window again. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't need to know," he replied, simply. "If I had accepted, then it would have made a difference. We wouldn't have been running anymore. But I refused, so it wouldn't have made a difference in the situation we're in anyway." He looked to Lily as she glared at him and guessed, "You're thinking I should have accepted the offer, da?"

"Net," she snapped, making his eyes widen slightly at her. "I'm glad you didn't accept the offer. It was killing you just talking about the things you did for that man, and I can't stand to see you like that."

Kirill said nothing as he stared at her before she leaned toward him and snuggled against his chest.

"Just tell me next time, ok?" she sighed. "I hate being in the dark like that. You know he was totally playing on the fact that you hadn't told me."

"Kto?" (Who?)

"Daniel. He saw it as a sign that we didn't trust each other. That's why he thought of trying to-"

"Don't say it."

"But it's true. You know that, don't you?"

"Da, I know. Now stop talking about it."

Lily smirked mischievously as she shifted her head on his chest to look up at him and he frowned down at her as she murmured, "You're just upset 'cause I thought of it before you did, aren't you?"

Kirill's eyes narrowed at her and she only giggled before shifting her head back to tuck her head under his chin and he couldn't help but smirk as he slid an arm around her to pull her a little closer. He couldn't stay annoyed with her, even when he had a right to be annoyed, he never could keep it up long. She was too adorable, and he knew it was going to come back to bite him in the ass one day, but he didn't care. Seeing her giggle and smile would be worth all of it.

"So, a few nights at a hotel, huh?" she guessed, drawing him out of his thoughts.

"Da?"

"Togda chto?" (Then what?)

Kirill gave a sigh before looking out his window in thought again.

"Ya ne znayu," (I don't know) he admitted.

"Vy chto-nibud΄ pridumaem," (You'll think of something) she smiled, confidently as she snuggled into him a little more and sighed, "Vy vsegda delat΄." (You always do)

"Da," he replied, roughly.

Her Russian is getting too good, he thought, staring out the window and shifting in his seat a bit. I won't be able to hold myself back if she keeps that up. He smirked as remembered the night before and shrugged inwardly. Then again, I doubt she'd mind now.

"Kirill?"

"Da?"

"What does 'krasivyĭ' mean?" she asked, timidly and he looked down at her with a frown before she explained, "You called me that last night, but you didn't tell me what it meant."

Kirill's smirk returned as he leaned toward her face and pressed a kiss to her cheek, trailing his lips to her ear and nibbling at her earlobe, making her giggle.

"It's the Russian word for beautiful," she whispered and she blushed as he pulled away to smile warmly at her.

"D-Da?"

"Da."

"Oh."

Lily bit lightly on her lower lip, causing his gaze to fall to her mouth and he leaned toward her just as she released it to press his lips against hers. She eagerly returned the kiss, pulling him closer as she felt tears pricking her eyes. After everything that had happened that morning, she needed him to take her away from reality, even if it was for a moment. Feeling her need through the kiss, Kirill pulled her closer, wrapping both arms around her to keep her against him as his tongue delved into her mouth, making her moan.

It lasted for a few more moment before the taxi came to a stop and Kirill reluctantly pulled away from her mouth to rummage through his pocket for money to pay the fare. They both climbed out of the car and Kirill took her hand in his as they entered the hotel.

"You can speak for us, da?" he murmured into her ear as he pulled his hand from hers and slung his arm over her shoulder and she nodded with a sweet smile as they reached the desk.

"Bonjour," the female clerk greeted, to which Lily responded. "Puis-je vous aider?" (May I help you?)

"Nous aimerions une chambre pour deux, s'il vous plait," (We'd like one room for two, please) Lily smiled.

"Tout bagage?" (Any luggage?)

"Non," Lily replied with a slight shake of her head and the clerk looked at them as Kirill only looked around the hotel, always on guard. Lily frowned as the clerk suddenly straightened, almost glaring at them. "Nous ne sommes pas ce genre d'établissement, mademoiselle. Prenez vos affaires ailleurs." (We are not that sort of establishment, miss. Take your business elsewhere)

The caught Kirill's attention as well, and he shot a frown to the woman as Lily rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Chto ona govorit?" (What is she talking about?) he asked, turning his frown to Lily.

"She thinks I'm a whore," she replied and he nodded in realization, looking away again and Lily gave a silent gasp at his nonchalance before punching him lightly in the stomach. He gave a grunt and leaned over slightly a she turned back to the clerk who was frowning at them in utter confusion.

"Excusez-moi, mais je crains que vous vous trompez," (Excuse me, but I'm afraid you're mistaken) she smiled, politely to the still glaring woman, then gestured to Kirill who was still gazing around the hotel but shot his gaze to her when she said, "Ceci est mon mari. (This is my husband)

"Nous avons decide de prendre des vacances de dernière minute, nous n'avons donc pas porter las bagages avec nous. Nous ne savons pas combine de temps nous allons rester, que ce soit, je le crains." (We decided to take a last minute vacation, so we didn't bring any luggage with us. We aren't sure how long we're staying, either, I'm afraid)

The clerk's face flushed a bright red with embarrassment as Lily only held her head high and Kirill couldn't stop staring at her in disbelief. She'd lied to the woman in front of her as if it were nothing…and convincingly, too. That was what scared him the most about that whole scene.

"Mes excuses, Madame," the clerk murmured, almost whispered, and Kirill shot his wide-eyed gaze to the clerk as she turned to her computer, his mouth slightly agape. "J'ai une chambre disponible sur le troisième étage." (I have one room available on the third floor)

"Très bien," Lily nodded then turned to Kirill with a sweet smile. "C'est bien, n'est-ce pas, ma chère?" (That's alright, isn't it, dear?)

"O-Oui," he muttered before turning away from her gaze as she giggled and set her head on his shoulder.

The clerk handed Lily two keycards, still flush with embarrassment and Lily thanked her before leading Kirill by the hand and toward the elevator. Once inside she sighed and looked up at him with a smile.

"You're awfully quiet," she observed. "Thinking?"

"Da," he nodded.

"What are you thinking about?"

"The fact that you lied very easily to that girl."

"Well, we couldn't have her thinking I was a whore, could we?"

"What difference would it have made?"

"Kirill!"

She wound up to punch him again but he caught her wrist and she looked up at him in wide-eyed wonder.

"Ostanovit΄," (Stop that) he said, firmly. "I'm not your…how do you say? 'Punching bag'."

"Well stop making being mistaken for a whore no big deal and maybe I won't make you my 'punching bag'," Lily snapped, yanking her hand away from his grip as the elevator doors opened to their floor and she stomped down the hall as he followed her with a sigh. She found their room and let herself in, leaving the door open for him and he followed her, closing it behind him.

"Liliya," he called as she marched toward the bedroom.

"Don't 'Liliya' me!" she snapped as he approached the door where she'd turned to glare at him, and she went to slam the door in his face, but he caught it and stepped in front of her, just one inch away as he gazed down at her with intense hazel-green eyes.

"Vy tak preskrasny, Liliya," (You are so beautiful, Liliya) he murmured, lifting his hands to settle them on her waist and she set her jaw as she glared him, but he only pulled her close to close the gap between them.

"Don't," she warned, but he only smirked. He'd won her over already, no matter how mad she acted.

"Ya ne mogu soprotivlyat΄sya vam," (I can't resist you) he murmured again, his hands trailing down to her legs as his face inched toward hers. "Ya, chtoby vy." (I have to have you)

"Kirill-"

She was cut off by his mouth capturing hers and she melted against him, her arms sliding around his neck as he leaned forward slightly to lift her off the ground by her thighs and help her wrap her legs around his waist. He turned to gently set her back against the bedroom door still in their lip lock before she pulled away to breathe.

"Damn you," she ground out as his mouth rained kisses to her neck. "You know I can't resist it when you speak Russian, you jerk."

"Da," he smiled against her neck and she growled in irritation before he pressed his mouth to hers again.

A/N: yeah, i couldn't help it. there it is. lol! reviews?