His eyes squinted as the morning raxeiras filtered through the window. After a short while, he opened his eyes, seeing that daylight had come upon him. The warm breath on his chest and the floral scent next to him reminded Hunter that he wasn't alone. In fact, he wasn't even in his own room. His head carefully turned, avoiding any sudden movement, to face her. His brown eyes took in the sleepy Bobbi Morsel. One thing of a beauty this one. Despite being messy, her golden hair still fell down her shoulder in the most attractive way. Her eyelids were shut, leaving only the contour of her eyes. She was peacefully asleep in his arms, her palm slightly clenched over his chest, and her naked body against him. Lance couldn't help but smile, a sincere smile that carried a warm feeling with it. He saw the clock on her nightstand, it was 10AM. Damn. He never managed to sleep in that long, not unless he was hungover. Sleeping wasn't easy for him, the nightmares and memories being too disturbing. But this night was different, he was comfortable for a change, and that had only happened once.

At around 10:30, when he saw she wouldn't wake up willingly, he decided to do so himself. He softly caressed her cheek, her soft skin still slightly blushed. Her eyebrows furrowed as she frowned to the realisation of sunlight coming in through the window. He found that adorable, he found her adorable. He tugged her curls behind her ear before dropping a gentle kiss on her forehead. She lazily opened her blue eyes, a feverish grin quickly emerging at the sight of him.

"Good morning sleeping beauty." he joked his voice groggy from sleep.

"She gets a kiss on the lips." she demanded. He rolled his eyes - something they had in common - and pecked her lips. "I know you can do better than that." she complained.

"Hmm... Really?" he said innocently. Bobbi propped herself up, leaning on one of her elbows and then on his chest. She rose her eyebrows at him sheepishly. He mimicked her and this time she was the one to roll her eyes before leaning in for a proper kiss. She just wanted to make sure she didn't imagine last night. She was glad she didn't.

"Good morning, Lance." she greeted before giving him another peck on the lips. She sat up, pulling her sheets with her. Just because they had slept together, it didn't mean she needed to be showing off her naked body to him. One detail she did forget was that he was naked too, so when she took the covers with her, she took them from him.

"Well that's not nice." he complained, lazily sitting up. She turned to him, finding Hunter sitting naked on her bed. She couldn't help but laugh, and he scowled at her. "Thanks love." She tried to cover her chuckle with her hand, oblivious to the fact that her hand was holding the covers over her shoulders. The sheets fell to the ground, leaving her exposed too. He cocked an eyebrow at Bobbi, a shit-eating grin quickly emerging on him. "Guess we're even." he commented while standing up.

"How about you take a shower while I call breakfast, casanova?" she proposed while fetching herself a white rope, and then pulling another one for him. He took it and walked inside the bathroom.

When he came out, the rope slightly loose so he could expose his chest a little, he found her sitting on the couch, a book in her hand. She was wearing his white shirt and some shorts of her own. The shirt was big for her, but somehow he thought it looked better on her than it would ever do on him.

"Going to steal my shirt too?" he joked walking towards her.

"Maybe." she said looking up from her book, "It looks better on me than it does on you." she bragged.

"Can't argue with that." he replied. "Um, so, Bobbi." she closed her book and shifted on the couch to face him.

"Yeah?" she asked casually, her body taunting him.

"After breakfast, you think you could swing by my room and get me fresh clothes?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure." she nodded.

She felt a slight ache in her chest, a betrayal one. She would take advantage of the situation to go through his room, and she hated herself for that, but she didn't have another choice, this was a mission, her mission. She watched him tell the serving boy to charge the breakfast to his account not hers, and then Hunter brought the appetising food to her. He had a plate of french toast and raspberries on his hand and a napkin on the other. She shifted on the couch so he could sit next to her, and he playfully fed her. He liked teasing her, it made her kind of angry, she wanted to eat, not smell food, taste it and then have it taken away from her mouth.

"Could you stop stealing my breakfast?" she complained.

"I paid for it, which makes it my breakfast." he responded.

"You didn't have to." she retorted.

"Yeah, well the least I can do is buy you breakfast if I want to make last night happen again." he told her, this time actually letting her food.

"I see." she said, this time distant. She felt his heart dropped at the tone and she mentally kicked herself for that. He handed her the plate and stood up to get his own and offer her a coffee mug. "Thanks." she said dryly as she accepted it. He sighed, dropping his plate on the coffee table and turning to her.

"Listen Bob," he said with a hint of seriousness in his casual tone, "if you want this to just be a... one night stand or a friends with benefits case, you can just say it." he told her, his eyes locking on hers, "It's fine." he added.

"Okay." she nodded. He was expecting something more, she could tell, but she couldn't give him more than that. Instead her hand stole some of his food.

"Hey!" he complained. She smiled evilly at him as she ate his food and he just shook his head in amusement.

The rest of breakfast was a mix of laughter and made up stories about the origins of french-toast. A guy who was french proposed with a toast, or a french wife toasted her husband. All ridiculous stories about why the simple yet delicious plate had been named in such way. He was a goof, a cute goof. Hunter tried to catch food with his mouth, failing at first, but quickly getting the hang of it. Well, he was an SAS trained shooter, so his precision needed to be accurate. He then attempted to throw it at her, missing terribly the first two times. Eventually he got a raspberry in her mouth, but she refused to be his target anymore. Seeing it was already 12, he gave her the key to his room. She put on some jeans, not even contemplating the possibility of taking his shirt off. Nope. No way, she liked the sensation it caused her far too much.

Bobbi walked through the hallways, reaching a black door with silver borders and a golden knob. She unlocked it pretty quick and stepped inside his room, seeing it was neater than she thought. She scanned it quickly. There was a laptop on the desk and a small bag next to it. He had an extra phone - probably an emergency one - on his nightstand and a small empty suitcase under the made bed. She opened the drawer under the phone, digging through it carefully. She pulled out a plastic box that seemed to be empty. It was some perfume box. It was odd, no one kept empty boxes in the far end of a hotel nighstand's drawer. She opened it, finding one of the flash drives she was sent to retrieve in it. Great. But she couldn't take it, not until she knew where the other two were. She inspected the rest of the room, finding nothing but a single casual outfit hanging on his closet. She took it, with her and left the room.

If she had taken the flash drive he would have figured out something was up, and she needed him to take her to the other two. Part of her was glad she didn't have to steal from him, at least not yet. Bobbi quickly deduced that Hunter wasn't staying in the hotel over nights, which meant he probably had somewhere else to crash. She figured it was the hotel's condition to him hosting the parties, that he was an actual guest. The third drive wasn't even in the country, but with the two other pieces, the agents could track it down. She stepped back inside her room, giving him his clothes and apologising for the delay - making up some excuse about Izzy finding her and asking lots of questions. He got dressed while she made up the conversation they had and finally collected his phone and pants. She gave back the blazer, saying she was more than satisfied with keeping his shirt for now.

"Alright, see you later." he said before giving her a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Bye Lance." she waved as he walked out. She waited a good fifteen minutes before letting out a sigh and collapsing onto the couch. She pulled her phone out and dialled a number. "This is Morse, I have made visual contact with the first drive." she reported. She hung up the phone and texted Izzy.

'Got an update.'

'Great, I'm on my way Barbara!'

Damn it Bobbi. You are a trained spy, get it together. She thought to herself as the aching in the pit of her stomach grew larger.