Paris 2002

"Freeze!" he shouted holding a gun in his hand.

Sophie acted on instinct, she grab the gun and shot the intruder. It happened all in a second and she hadn't recognized him, but the thief in her was telling her to carry on, so she quickly turned around and that's when she felt the sting on her back.

"You wanker" she snapped her head around and gave him a deadly glare.

Suddenly the lights outside the corridors came on and they heard French voice coming from downstairs followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.

"Let's go!" Nate hissed grimacing at the pain on his shoulder.

Sophie raised both her eyebrow in question, but she still ran away followed by Nate

"I get why I want to leave this place in a hurry, but why you?"

"Well, the people you were stealing from aren't exactly police friendly." The passed through the back door leading outside and then Nate pushed a garbage can in front of door blocking the way. "You know being mob and all" he replied sarcastically.

"Mob?" she shrieked. Her back where she has shot him was killing and she noticed that he was losing a lot of blood from his shoulder wound. They needed to find repair and take care of their wounds.

"You didn't know? Don't you usually make some kind of research before doing an heist?" he followed her down the streets of Paris.

Sophie stopped suddenly and he gave her a confused look. She started looking around thinking about what to do. Could she take him to her apartment? Could she trust him? After making up her mind she took his right hand in hers and dragged him behind her. They couldn't take a taxi, the driver would certainly notice the blood, so they went down to the underground knowing people tend to keep for themselves and not noticing who is around them.

Twenty minutes later there were inside Sophie's apartment. Nate looked around trying to discover more about the woman that somehow intrigued him.

"We need to take care of our wounds" she told him coming back from the bathroom with a med kit and they sat next to each other on the bed.

"Ladies first" he smirked.

She rolled her eyes. "What a gentleman" but she started taking her shirt off anyway and turned around giving him her back.

"What happened to the woman that flirted with me all night in Venice?" he lightly touched her wound to examine it.

"You know getting shot tends to take the romanticism away" she winced when he touched a delicate spot.

"Well, there's no bullet. Actually it's more a graze you don't even need stitches, I'll just clean in and patch it up."

"Good job you're a lousy shot then" she smiled back at him.

"Or that I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't mean to shoot you. It was just a reflex shot." He tried to explain as he finished helping her.

"I'm sure" she told him still not convinced as she got up and went to the her closet to get a clean shirt. Nate tried not to stare too long at her bare back or at her black lacy bra. As soon as she came he averted his eyes trying to act like he wasn't doing anything wrong, but Sophie had caught him staring and smirked. "Now, let's work on you. Shirt off." She ordered as she prepared what she needed.

His wound was definitely different from hers and more serious. She went to get some extra towels while Nate was struggling taking his shirt and undershirt off. Sophie saw it and helped him taking his clothes off. She had certainly fantasized about having Nathan Ford on her bed half naked, but those were certainly not the right circumstances.

He noticed her blush and he grinned. "What? Some fantasy coming true?"

Sophie looked down at him a bit shocked. He usually didn't flirt back. She knew he had a wife and small son waiting for him at home. She had always teased him and flirted because he was a safe bet. Someone she couldn't have and that couldn't hurt her. "You wished" she told him huskily.

Nate hissed in pain when she removed his undershirt. The blood had already dried and it had got stuck on his skin.

"Sorry" she whispered apologetically feeling his pain. "I'm going to give you a shot to numb the pain" she filled a syringe and the stuck the needle in skin.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" he bit his lower lip trying not to groan in pain.

"Not really , no"

"What?" he shrieked.

"Relax" she smiled. "You're not my first patient." She climbed on top of his lap and straddled him, making herself comfortable

She then sterilized the instruments and worked to extract the bullet she had put there in the first place from his shoulder. It took her awhile to find the piece of metal as she searched with the tweezers. Nate squirmed beneath her. She might be straddling his lap –which he was so trying to ignore at the moment – and of course it wasn't so distracting especially with the shooting pain. Not even her sweet citrus perfume that was invading his senses was distracting enough.

"God, are you nearly done?" he groaned.

"Almost…"and with one finally pull she got the bullet out. "There it is"

"Yes, and whose fault is that?"

"Are you ever going to forget about it?" she rolled her eyes at him and got ready to close the wound.

"Will you?" he raised his eyebrow in question referring to him shooting her back.

"No, probably not." She smiled.

He carefully watched her as she was concentrating while stitching his gash. He loved her small frown as she wiggled her nose, her deep dark eyes, her delicate touch on his skin. He had found her attractive from the moment he had seen her stealing a Degas in Prague just three years before. She was a beautiful, gorgeous woman, he couldn't deny that. But then they caught with each other, she had flirted with him, tempted him, almost letting him forget about his family that was waiting for him at the other side of the ocean, and he got to know her and the more he began falling in love. He wasn't sure if she was really showing him her true personality or just a character that she loved playing, but in some occasion he was sure she had dropped her walls and gave him a glimpse of the real her.

Almost like he had no control, his right hand sneaked upwards delicately tracing her tight. A small movement from her eyes told him that she had felt him, but didn't stop him so his hand continued to travel up until it found her curvy behind.

"Hey there, mister" she was finally acknowledging him.

"Yes?" he smirked but he still kept his hand on her body.

"Aren't you grabby tonight?" she cut the thread and put a bandage around his shoulder and torso. "What's got into you?"

"Maybe getting shot turns me on" he told her hoarsely as he leaned forward so she could roll his bandage around. His face was a few inches from hers and he heard her quick gasp and fast heart beating.

"Nate…" she breathed feeling the air tense between them. Just an hour before she was angry at him for shooting her and now she just couldn't stop thinking about kissing those inviting lips and feels his hands all over her. "You're married." She tried to reason with him. This was a bad idea, such a bad idea. She couldn't sleep with an IYS agent.

"Actually at the moment I'm separated"

"What?" she cried surprised. If there was thing she knew for sure about Nathan Ford it was that he was firm Catholic and valued his vows. "but… but you have a little son and…"

"Maggie filed it a couple of months ago. She said is she fed up of me being away for so long and other things…" he cut off. "So there's nothing stopping me from doing this." He nipped at the side of her neck. Then his lips found her collarbone, her cheek, the nose, the corner of her mouth leaving her craving for more until she finally caught his face with both of her hands and trapped him. Their eyes were firmly locked, communicating, challenging, begging and then they couldn't remember who made the first move and it wasn't really that important. Their lips found each other, devouring each other, tongues dueling, stealing each other breaths. Nate pushed her shirt up, his hands caressing her back until they found the rough material of the patch he had placed moments before. His shoulder was killing him, but he ignored it. All he wanted was this moment, that night of passion. All he needed was her.

Sophie gently pushed his upper body down. She was already straddling his lap, so she already had where she wanted him. Once their kiss broke, her lips descended. She kissed his new injury, a small careless above the bandage, almost an apology for hurting him. Then she kissed his chest, his hair tickling her check, abdomen, his stomach. Her lips went back to claim his. This kiss was more intense, more lovingly. They didn't know if this was going to be an isolated incident or the first of many nights together, but they were going to enjoy and cherish every second of it.

A/N Sorry it took me so long to update, had a couple of crazy days. So what do you think? It all started in Paris :D

Find out what's going to happen next in the present day. Thanks for reading and for reviewing. You guys are great! :D