Hey all, sorry for the delay… I was going to update on Halloween, but my friends decided to take me trick-or-treating! It was lots of fun, and I was a black Lady Gaga! Ha-ha, okay, so how was the last chapter? Graphic… not too graphic… too OOC? Well, some had already left me some feedback so let me know if you need to say anything else!

GaukenAliceGRL: You want to know what happened, huh? Well, you could have read it; it was not any sort of rape! Katara was enjoying it as much as Aang was. Oh, and I know the chapter was short and all, but I am sure this one might be a tad longer. :)

Garima: Yay, you're back! It's been a while since RIEW, and I'm glad to see you still have an interest in my stories. ^^! This might have some lemons slipping in and out of it, but y'know, Aang does still have his little adorable, naïve, and absolutely innocent side. So, I won't rush into it ASAP.

Cody545: I liked the nightmare too, although it was more of a steamy nightmare than an actually spooky one. Welcome aboard the S.S. DWDSWD by the by!

JasmineDragon22: Thanks for the comforting words. I thought everyone would be upset about the slow updating… I usually never have writers block! But, there's a first time for everyone I suppose.

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Aang awoke with a start to a brightly lit room. His misty eyes shined like diamonds from the moon's light seeping through his blinds. Once he laid eyes on his alarm clock he was shocked to see what time it was. Quickly he jumped up and looked around his messy room.

How could he have slept so long and nobody bothered to wake him up? He was sleep for almost twelve hours for God's sake! Carefully he made his way to his door to scold anybody for not awaking him. But as soon as he turned the knob of his door, it didn't budge at all.

"What the hell?" he cursed lowly.

No matter how many times he tugged or yanked, the door stayed in place. It was like someone had locked him in from the outside… but why? Out of frustration, Aang sank to the floor while tugging his hair savagely. As soon as he sat on his black carpeted floor, he heard rustling or paper or some type of plastic. Immediately his hand went under his bottom and it emerged with a letter.

Aang looked on each side of the note to see whom it originated from, but no address was found. He removed the little piece of tape and read the nicely written script:

Aang, I decided to go along with your suggestion.

Maybe you cannot kill Katara on your own, but I have other people to do this job.

So, I took the problem into my own hands, and believe me, it's going to be over soon.

I locked your room door so you can't ruin the plan I made up.

See you with our trophy in a little while.

-Zuko

"No!" Aang hollered as he re-read the letter. Zuko was serious when he said he'd get someone to kill Katara. It wasn't like Aang cared or anything… but…

"Shit…" he cursed. "Shit, shit, shit!"

There had to be a way out of that room somehow. His angered eyes looked around for an escape route until they saw the window. He'd have to run across the roof of his building before he could get down to the street below. But the next problem was where to even find them?

For all Aang knew, Katara could be already and Zuko could be on his way back. Aang's head was beginning to pound and his mind was screaming at him to find her. He would have to take that risk, and be prepared for whatever Zuko would have planned for him. Aang got to his feet and changed into dark clothing for his task. Quietly he opened his window and stuck his head out to examine his surroundings. Once the coast was clear, he griped his M40 Sniper and hauled himself out onto the ledge of the building.

The wind was making his cheeks pink from the bitter cold. Aang's gun was strapped on his back so there wouldn't be any accidents as he made his way to the ladder that led to the roof.

This was his first every Assassination Mission and the smile that formed on his lips were for another ironic reason. He was going to murder one of his own comrades for a girl he felt minor feelings for.

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Katara stayed silent in her hiding place in a tree at a park. The bank where the MP's supposedly was robbing wasn't chaotic at all. Her binoculars were glued to her eyes as she waited for her Father or anyone to open the bank doors. But, as she stayed crouched on that tree branch for almost thirty minutes, her luck was dying out fast.

Did Sokka lie to her about the disturbance? If so, would she get in major trouble for disobeying the letter? She sighed and dropped her binoculars in her backpack. This waiting game was making her angry and anxious for a fight. Surely somebody would try and rob the bank tonight and she could get out of that tree.

Out of boredom, her mind reeled back to her dream that occurred just a few hours ago. Katara didn't want to admit it, but it was one heck of a dream. The ghostly touches felt real on her skin as she slept. Every single butterfly kiss that was planted on her felt moist and loving… even the orgasm felt real. Just thinking about that stupid dream made her center hot and her eyes heavy with longing.

Katara never really had a desire for a companion as she worked in the family business. Sokka was just lucky to have his girlfriend on the team because Suki was an orphan when Hadoka first discovered her. That was over ten years ago, but somehow Sokka managed to date a girl and kill people at the same time. But Katara and Sokka were two different people. Of course Katara wouldn't mind having a boyfriend, but work comes first.

Even if she did find someone that she was attracted to, how would she keep the secret hidden? There could be days when she's on a date and out of nowhere she needs to zip off to a bank robbery scene. Either way, her father never allowed dating and such. Suki was just an exception to Hadoka.

It never really occurred to Katara how Aang made her feel so alive. He was a criminal after all, but if she overlooked that he was an ideal match. If he stopped making her heart beat like a drum then maybe she would be able to fight him with all of her might. Aang's stupid smooth talking was Katara's only defect.

His eyes made her own eyes fill with desire, and when he kissed her that day she couldn't stop daydreaming about it. Aang's lips were so tender and gently; not rough and hard as she expected. One thing that made her feel secretly upset was how he kissed her out of nowhere. Did he do that to every girl when he had the chance? Was she just another teenage girl added to his collection of kisses he had stolen?

Katara shook her head and began to put her hair in a ponytail. Why did she care anyway? It wasn't like Aang was going to kiss her again any time soon. Plus he was a criminal! She hated criminals… well at least she believed she did.

All of her mindless chatter was interrupted by a loud gun shot and glass breaking from across the street. Her icy eyes widened in fear for a moment, and then they cut into business mode. The first thing she had to do was examine her surroundings. From the loudness of the gunshot, the person had to be near. Silently she removed her binoculars from her bag and looked around.

The only bad part about it was that she was in a full-leaved tree and the leaves were blocking her view. She bit her tongue in frustration and put the useless binoculars back.

Another way she could try and look was to get out of the tree, but that would mean her life put in jeopardy! Another gunshot was heard, and this time it was collided with a car that was almost a yard away from her hiding spot. Katara looked down at the ground and made her plan. It was risky, but so was sitting in that tree. She would have to get down the tree, run across the street to the bank, and then go inside where it was more shelter.

But she could be killed as soon as she climbed down the tree. It was worth a try though.

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Aang heard the gunshot and his heart stopped for a brief moment. He had just arrived at the roof of the bank, and he thought that he was too late. But, as he looked around he spotted his naïve enemy in a tree. She was looking beautiful at that time, her long brown hair in a ponytail and the tight suit she wore made his hormones go crazy.

He shook his head and laid flat on his stomach. The other sniper had to be near since the stray bullet demolished the glass window. Aang stopped and thought for a moment. Why was he killing his own comrade for his enemy? It was pure stupidity to do so, but for an odd reason he didn't care. What was so special about Katara anyway? She had a nice body like Ty-Lee and Azula. So it wasn't like he wanted her for her body.

However Katara did have a pretty face… but so did Ty-Lee. Katara was determined just like Azula, so what made her stand out so much! The answer hit Aang pretty hard, but it was absolutely true.

Unlike every other girl who came up to Katara's standards, one major difference between them all was Katara's ability to make him smile. Well, Azula could make him smile, too, but Katara's had him smiling sincerely. Then whenever her exotic icy eyes glared daggers at him, his heart would skip a beat or two.

Aang sighed and looked around more. One thing that he didn't expect was for Katara to be climbing down the tree.

What she was doing was playing with her existence; she could be killed at any moment. The worst part about this was that Aang still hadn't located the other sniper yet. Aang closed his eyes getting ready to do what he wasn't planned to. This whole event was an impromptu thing added to his already hellish life. He army-crawled his way back over to the ladder with his gun strapped to his back again.

This girl was stupid, but that still didn't change the way he felt about her.

Once he was on the side of the building, he saw Katara sprinting across the street with a bullet fired that missed her by a hair. She was a lucky person to still be alive, Aang thought bitterly. She managed to get inside through the broken glass without slicing herself up. Aang waited a few minutes before following her inside; he didn't want the sniper to get any suspicions.

Aang didn't expect to see Katara leaning against the counter of a Bank Assistant's desk. It was evident that she didn't expect the same thing for her eyes grew wide. Her lips opened and closed with no sounds emerging whatsoever.

"Um, fancy meeting you here, Katara," Aang said smoothly with a small smile.

"What the fuck are you doing here!" she shouted a little too loudly.

"Well, that was rather rude, but um, if you didn't notice you have an assassin outside probably getting ready to come in here. So, if you would like to run up and down the street and eventually get your head blown off, I suggest you listen to me and stop yelling," Aang replied with a flirty wink.

Katara gulped and glared at Aang. "What game are you trying to play?"

Aang sighed and took a few steps closer to her. Of course she would act stubborn towards him; he is a killer and all. But if she would just drop her guard for a few moments, then maybe she would see eye to eye with him.

"I'm not playing a game. I want to help you… err, scratch that. I want to kill you on my own, not by some sniper that's outside-"

"Yeah, like that's going to make me fucking listen to you," Katara muttered as she pulled her bag onto her shoulders.

"Just listen to me for a minute-"

"No I have a better idea. How about you leave me alone and maybe I won't break your neck!" Katara shouted, again a bit too loudly.

Aang stood in front of her with his hands cupping her cheeks. He wasn't rough enough to frighten her, but he used enough force to make her shut up. He whispered almost threateningly in her ear, "I'm not doing this because I like you; I'm doing this for our own sake. Stop your bitch fit and listen to me. We don't have a lot of time to fool around so-"

Before Aang could finish, a small ball was thrown into the bank's entrance and Katara's whimper made him turn around. His grey eyes widened and he gripped Katara's hand tightly.

"We have to move out of here now!" Aang said while pulling her down a long hallway.

Katara was shocked at first, so instead of running she stumbled her way behind Aang.

"W-what the hell was that?" Katara asked as she began to run normally.

Aang opened a door and pulled Katara inside with him. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other hand was over her mouth. Their position wasn't very comfortable; Katara was leaning into him in between his legs. The closet was small, but they wouldn't be able to stay there for long anyway.

"Whatever you do, don't scream, okay?" Aang said in her ear lowly.

As if on cue, there was a loud explosion and through the little vents from the door, smoke began to settle into the bank. Katara's eyes widened in fear and Aang held her tighter with evil eyes.

This was going to be an awfully long game of cat and mouse.

Yay! This is my favorite chapter of all time! I liked how the ending came out, but um, yeah leave me some reviews peoples! Oh, and who do you think the mystery sniper is? Whoever is right gets a shout out on chapter five! Ha-ha, cya lates! *eats ramen* =^.^=