A/N: I'm super happy that people are still interested in these stories. I leave for America tomorrow, so I wanted to get this up before I left! This story is set during Frank and Stella's spy training, but before they're a couple, enjoy! - Becca x

Chapter 3 - A Well Deserved Night Out & An Unexpected Date

Friday to Sunday - the government created clubs were packed. The huge and well disguised Central London club was most popular with young spies. Large Bouncers watched the doors and only those on The List were allowed access. The most up to date protection was installed incase of attacks.

Stella Knight hadn't had a night off in months. She had high hopes of passing her training with flying colours, and so far was a favourite to become one of Britain's top spies, so she spent hours studying. After a particularly stressful examination, her class and flat mate, Molly, who was rather short with dirty blonde hair, had suggested a well deserved night out. Stella more than happily agreed.
She was wearing her favourite dress, black of course, rather tight fitting with a high neckline and three-quarter-length lace sleeves. She let hair hair go natural and wavy, and applied a little makeup and dark red lipstick. Slipping on a pair of sleek black heels, she and Molly caught a cab to the club.

They spent five minutes queuing then one of the large bouncers checked them off of the list and allowed them inside. The entrance had a small cloak room before a very large dance area, and a bar right along the wall on the right. The dance floor was filled with people and the music was up loud. Lights flashed from every corner, and the DJ was on a small stage at the back of the club, surrounded by screens so all could see him. The bar had a blue strip of light along it, and numerous servers serving all sorts of drinks.
The girls headed over to the bar first, squeezing in between some large guys who were probably special ops soldiers. They ordered their drinks and chatted about training before heading to the dance floor. Everywhere they looked they saw someone they knew or at least recognised, this was definitely the most popular club for MI9 Agents.
After a good hour or so of dancing, Stella and Molly headed back to the bar for another round of drinks.
"I've just got to go to the bathroom!" Molly yelled over the loud music.
"Okay! I'll get you back here then!" Stella yelled back. The petit blonde left the bar for the lady's toilet, leaving Stella to her thoughts. Then, from behind her she heard, "Well hell-ooo Miss Knight! Don't see you out-and-about very often!"
She spun around on her seat, becoming face to face with the owner of the annoying voice. "Go away Stark!" She said, rolling her eyes.
"C'mon, you love it!" He said, winking at her.
"I really don't, and I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me alone!" She replied. Stark had been following her around all year, trying to make advances and saying how he'd eventually have her; his very presence made her feel ill.
"Now Stella, we both know you don't mean that..." He said, becoming very close to her. He sat down at one of the bar stools, then put one of his hands on her knee; that was the last straw.
"Stark get your bloody hands off me!" She yelled, pushing him away.
"You little-!" He began, before another voice joined in;
"Stark if you don't get away from her right now, you're for it!"
Both Stella and Stark wheeled round to see Frank London, looking very smart in a shirt and blazer, with his hair slicked back, and his usually nerdy glasses gone. They barley recognised him, but he sure as hell looked angry.
"My god! Is that you London! Well, Stella and I were just having a good old chat!" Stark stated.
"Just eff off Stark..." Stella growled.
"Sure, sure, I'll leave you with your geek..." He replied. Stark began to make his way back to the dance floor, muttering something, when Frank stuck a leg out and tripped him. When he got up, Frank said to him sternly, "If you ever pull a stunt like that on her again, you'll have me to answer too." With that, Stark scurried into the crowd.
Stella watched, stunned. Did the slightly dorky guy, who liked building gadgets and was extremely unorganised just threaten someone on her behalf? Sure, they'd talked a bit, but she'd mainly got frustrated with him for being late for training or falling over things. The man in front of her now looked extremely cool and calm.
Frank walked over and took the seat next to her. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure, fine... You know I could've handled him perfectly well," she stated, becoming slightly embarrassed that someone had to come to her rescue.
"Think of that as backup then," he replied with a smirk.
"Anywaaay..." She began, trying to change the subject, "you're looking nice tonight, where are the glasses?"
"Oh, y'know just trying out contacts and stuff... And thanks, you look- you look really nice tonight," he said, starting to mumble again.
Then Molly came back over to the bar.
"Sorry I took so long!" She said, "I saw my friend Sally!" Her eyes scanned over Stella, then Frank, before she yelled, "Bloody hell! Frank flippin' London is that you?!" She turned to Stella and shouted, "I'm going to talk to Jim from the IT Department, I'll see you later!" And with that the blonde made her way back through a crowd of dancers.
This left the two alone again when Stella brought up training, a popular topic of conversation for young spies.
And so the night went on, the pair talked and talked, ordering drinks and singing along to the music.
"I think, Mr London," Stella began with a drunken giggle,"that yoooou, are trying to get me drunk!"
"If I remember correctly it was you who ordered the drinks, I just paid!" He replied, "anyway, it's getting late, do you want me to walk you home?"
She nodded and slipped off the bar stool.
The night had become surprisingly cool and cloudy in the hours they were in the club. The MI9 apartment blocks weren't too far away but Stella was becoming cold with nothing but her dress on.
"Here," Frank said, passing her his blazer, "I think it'll do you more good than me."
She slipped the blazer on "Thanks," she said with a smile.
They strolled along the streets when a drop of rain landed right on Franks head. Then the drops began to pour down, and before they knew it, they were in the middle of a full on shower. Frank grabbed Stella's hand and they ran for it. Through streets, round corners and across roads before arriving at the apartments. He let her hand go and they stood under a shelter, looking a complete mess. Stella's makeup had began to run down her face and they both had soaking hair and drenched clothes - they couldn't have cared less.
Taking in one another's appearance, they broke down into fits of laughter.
"You- your hair has been sl- slightly blown about," Stella said between giggles.
Frank just laughed and replied, "You're not looking too great yourself!"
The laughter died down and the cold began to settle in again.
"Well, I best be going, and you should too! You'll catch a cold or something!" Stella said.
"Yeah sure, I'll see you on Monday then," he replied with a smile, "bye."
Frank turned around and began to walk back to his apartment, which wasn't too far away.
"Wait Frank!" Stella shouted. She's just realised she was still wearing his blazer. He turned around as she run up to him. Stella slipped the blazer off.
"Thanks," she said gratefully handing it back to him.
"It's no problem," he replied.
"No really," she began, standing on her tiptoes she planted a kiss on his cheek, "thanks - for this whole night really, and for telling Stark to back off," she finished, smiling.
"Seriously, no problem," Frank said, slightly in shock.
"Well, see you on Monday! I think I'm gonna have one hell of a head ache tomorrow!" She said turning back round and heading for the apartments.
"Bye..." He muttered quietly, still not sure if what happened, actually happened. 'She was probably just drunk,' Frank thought sadly, 'A girl like that would never go out with me; not in a million years...'

He couldn't have been more wrong.

So, what did y'all think? :) Please keep the comments coming! I'll hopefully get some more writing done in the Three Weeks I'm away! Until next time - Becca! :) x