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"Where the bloody hell have you been?" screeches Bex, her brown eyes narrowed in dislike as Grant walks through the front door.
He surveys her for a moment, standing with her hands on her hips, knowing he's in some deep trouble.
"Uhh, out?" is all he replies with before walking past her towards their bedroom, knowing Bex won't give up that easily. She notices he wears a concerned expression on his face.
"Don't think you can just walk away from me! Where have you been for two days?" He winces at the fierceness of her voice as he runs the tap in the bathroom, and splashes his face with cold water.
When Grant doesn't respond, Bex drags him upright by his blonde hair and slams him against the wall. "Where. Have. You. Been?" she snarls, her face just inches from Grant's.
She lets out a scream of frustration as he shrugs. After an intense pummelling session, Bex lets Grant go, and he rushes back into their dark bedroom. For just an instance, he regrets letting Bex decorate it. After all, Grant Newman – top of his P&E class, as well as official King of all arm wrestles – does not do purple. Or flowers. Or half a million pillows. Or window-seats.
He changes into a pair of boxers and slips underneath the covers. Bex frowns at him, her arms crossed firmly and her caramel-coloured eyes narrowed. "We're not done with this," she informs him, before whirling back around into their en suite bathroom and slamming the door behind her.
While the shower is running, Grant slips back out of bed and shoves some clothes into a rucksack, along with some money and his best gun.
By the time Bex climbs in next to him – and curls up as far away as possible – Grant's pretending to sleep; even adding a light snore for effect.
Once Grant is sure that Bex is asleep, he very slowly climbs out of bed, careful not to disturb her. He walks across to his phone and pulls on some dark clothing; a pair of jeans and a black shirt.
In the kitchen, Grant dials a number on his phone and presses it to his ear.
He probably would have got away with it all unseen, except for the fact that Bex is awake. She, like her boyfriend, was only pretending to sleep.
Bex tiptoes across to the bedroom door and presses her ear against it. She can hear muffled conversation, and only picks up snatches of it.
"…me there. Lerner knows the address…"
"No… she's asleep…"
"…do it, okay?"
"…need to talk! ...discuss what's going on."
It's safe to say, Bex's spy side was on red alert. She rushes over to the chest of drawers and pulls out a pair of black jeans, and a grey hoodie. After pulling her knotty, brown hair up into a pony tail, Bex creeps out into the kitchen, where she sees Grant checking through his bag.
Hiding behind the kitchen counter, Bex wonders whose spy-skills are better. She can only hope that Grant doesn't notice her. Mind you, she's so furious that he's sneaking out to meet someone – perhaps another girl – that she almost doesn't care. Bex just wants to kick him where it counts, and drag a sufficient answer from him.
When Grant's blonde head disappears out the front door, Bex follows like a shadow, her mind still in overdrive as to what's happening.
She's thankful that he doesn't take a car. If he did, she would be far more noticeable when she was following him. Instead, he turns down the street, making sure to keep in the shadows.
Bex checks her watch. 10:56PM. Who could he possibly be meeting this late at night?
Keeping a close eye on Grant, she makes sure her feet make no sound on the cracked, concrete pavement. The gates of other houses in the city provide some shady patches. Any spy knows to use their surroundings to their full advantage; to adapt.
As Grant reaches a white townhouse and jumps the gate at number sixty-eight.
As he knocks on the black, chipped door, Bex crouches behind a dense, green shrub, peering around at her boyfriend, and envisioning the millions of ways she will torture and kill him, all the while, still noting everything about the moment.
The door opens, but Bex can't get a clear view of the person because Grant's bulky frame hides most of them. Though she can't see much, Bex determines that the person meeting her boyfriend at such an ungodly hour is a female by the curved figure and bundle of dirty-blonde hair.
Before Bex can see or hear much more, the unknown female pulls Grant into the apartment, whispering, "Why the hell are we here?"
That, thinks Bex, is an excellent question, mystery-girl.
Although Bex didn't take the time to put on her favourite, chunky, silver watch before she followed Grant, she knows that he and mystery-girl have been inside the townhouse for approximately six minutes and thirteen seconds.
Upon sneaking around the back of the place, Bex discovers and open window.
Too easy, she snickers to herself.
Once inside the dimly-lit place, Bex notices that there isn't any sultry music playing, only hushed voices cutting through the silence.
Bex sneaks past the mahogany staircase, silently thanking the decorators of the house for deciding to put in carpet instead of wood.
She reaches the room where the voices are emanating from and stops at the scratched door. Pushing her knotted, brown locks behind her ears, Bex leans against the door in the hope that she'll pick up some of their conversation.
"…are you here, Grant?" That sounds like the girl. Bex can't help but notice how familiar, though muffled, her voice sounds.
"I realised when I got home that I hadn't really asked you how you felt about all this…"
All what? Is Grant cheating on Bex with this mystery-girl?
"You didn't need to check up on me. I'm fine."
Bex can tell that mystery-girl is a strong, independent woman. She knows why Grant would choose someone like her.
"Well… I felt bad… I feel bad. You've had it rough for so long, and now all this save-the-world stuff is being forced on you! How are you 'fine' about all that?"
Bex can almost see mystery-girl roll her eyes. She knows she would too.
"Hey, like I said, I'm fine about all of it. I'm tough. Anyway, it's not me you should be asking, it's Bex." This startles Bex. How does mystery-girl know her? "She's the one you're lying to. I still think you should tell her; trust her. She's an amazing person. I don't doubt she knows you're gone by now."
Bex has started warming up to mystery-girl. She seems to be on Bex's side. Not sure she can take any more Bex slowly turns the knob on the door, waiting to open it but wanting to hear her boyfriend's response first.
"Look, Bex is strong, as well. She knows that - with our profession – our lives are full of secrets and lies. Besides, she's at home in bed, not suspecting a thing."
As her anger boils over, Bex pushes the door open to see Grant and mystery-girl sitting opposite each other at a table, their hands linked.
Mystery-girl's back is facing Bex, so all Bex can see is that curtain of oh-so-familiar dirty-blonde hair.
Coldly, Bex says, "Wrong, Grant."
The two at the table jump apart and the mystery-girl whips around. The last thing Bex sees before she faints is the very pair of blue eyes she never thought she'd see again.
Right, kind of short. And un-beta-ed. My beta hasn't gotten back to me about the whole DocX thing... So, if you're reading this, Moe, it'd be great if you could! *smile*
Um, hope you liked the chapter. Yeah. Again, it's boring-ish. I'm just kind of hitting a rut in the story. I sort of know what I want to happen, but yeah... So, any ideas are welcomed, just PM me and I'll maybe use them. :]
For now, adios amigos. (Apologies if that's incorrect. As many of you know, I'm rather awful at other languages)
~Jen
P.S. I'm not one to demand reviews, but I do love logging in and seeing I've got - say - fifteen for one chapter :]
P.P.S I'm going to make the next chapter longer! Hopefully. And with some action! Yaaay. No? Okay.
~J