A/N: This is unforgivably late, and I'm sorry. So no more Author's Note, just go on and read.

Diclaimer: Jo's.

His lips were soft against hers, moving languidly over hers. His hands clamped about her waist, pushing her further up the wall. Lily arched against him, hands moving from his neck to fist in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Ahem. James? Lily?"

She couldn't breathe. Everything was so right. The way their lips moved together, the way their bodies pressed against each other, fitting like pieces of a puzzle, the way his arms were winding around her waist, pulling her flush against him. Everything was so… James. And it was perfect.

"AGENT POTTER AND AGENT EVANS!" After many pointed attempts, Remus' yell finally broke Lily and James apart. They sprang away from each other, heavily flushed and averting the other's gaze. "The threat has passed. In fact, the threat passed a while back, but the two of you were too 'preoccupied' to notice."

James set his jaw. He could practically hear the smirk in Remus' voice. "We'd better go." He risked a glance at Lily, who he was pleased to note, was blushing while she tried to compose herself. She nodded, still not meeting his eyes, and started down the corridor.

"The good part of this - although I'm sure that neither of you found the snogging unpleasant - is that Malfoy didn't recognize you. Great work." This was accompanied by a chuckle from Remus and earned a scowl from both Lily and James.

"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" Sirius' laughing voice came booming through the earpiece and James groaned.

"Shut it guys. It was called for. You have to do what you have to do for the job." Lily spoke sharply, obviously frustrated.

"Yeah. Put a sock in it." James agreed, trying to ignore the pang he felt at Lily's words.

With a soft whoosh, the door swung open. A large man stood up, yelling in outrage and swung his arm back for a hit. Before he could, Lily delivered a swift kick to his solar plexus, cutting his yell off. He doubled over with pain and Lily brought her knee up, connecting with the man's skull with a deafening crack. He slumped over, unconscious and Lily and James stepped into the room, propping his body up against the wall.

Lily motioned at James and he nodded, and slowly injected the guard with a certain serum. James stood up, joining Lily as she stared at the wide room in front of her. Rows of filing cabinets stretched all the way back, so far that they could just barely see the back wall.

Lily looked at James. "Fuck."

"You in? What's in the room? The stone? What about the guard?"

"Filing cabinets, Remus. Lots of filing cabinets. Guard's out cold. I injected him with the 'somnus', so he probably won't remember what happened. By the time he does, we should have all the access we need."

Remus' voice hummed in their ear. "No stone? Well, considering that the room was so heavily guarded, the contents must be pretty important. I'm guessing that this is the data room."

"The data room?"

"Yes, basically this would be where Riddle stores most information about his clients. Victims of his attacks. Since you're there, just poke around. Get a feel of the files. Try looking for a masterlist. It'll look like a list of random numbers. An algorithm of some sorts would most likely be embedded in it."

James nodded. "Okay." He looked at Lily. "You start here, I'll start there? No one sticks a masterlist in the middle of a room, it'll be most likely one of the two sides."

Lily nodded her agreement and moved to the left side. She began opening the filing cabinets and pulling out file after file, perusing its contents briefly. James did the same, moving over to the right. The files looked like standard employee files, a picture of the individual and personal particulars. The sinister edge however, was at the very edge of the in a small box at the bottom of each file lay the term 'Status: Terminated' or 'Status: Pending', followed by the date of 'termination'. The sight of it sent shivers down James' spine.

Innocent people, killed, murdered ruthlessly, so that their scam of an insurance company could reap the monetary benefits following their death. It was such a precise operation, no hitches along the way to 'terminate' all their clients. James moved through the files as fast as he could, hands fisting in anger. Terminated. Terminated. Pending. Terminated. Pending. Each file read a different story, a different person, a new death, and James vowed to do anything he could to stop this operation. He knew he was there primarily for the stone, but he couldn't let this go on, he couldn't just continue letting people die at the hands of a money-minded maniac. He pulled out another file, already halfway down the row and stopped suddenly. It wasn't like the other files. It looked like the masterlist - random numbers spewed across multiple sheets of paper.

"Lily! I've got it! I've got the masterlist. C'mon, let's get out of here... Lily?"

James peered over the filing cabinets at Lily, who was standing stock still, halfway down her row of filing cabinets. He slowly made his way to her, fear pooling in his stomach at the sight of her deathly pale face. She was holding a file in her hands, staring blankly at its contents.

"Lily? What's wrong?" James reached out, and tugged the file out of her limp hands. He flipped the page, and felt his gut wrench at the contents.

'Evans, William; Evans, Melissa; Status: Terminated.'

Lily's parents. They were victims of Riddle.

James swallowed hard, temporarily displacing the hollow feeling in his chest. He turned and pulled Lily away from the filing cabinet, shoving the file back into place, and slamming the drawer. He turned to face her.

"Lily?" Her eyes were shut, and her face still drained of colour. James cupped her face in his hands. "Lily. We need to get out of here. Pronto. Let's go." He knew that she needed solace, but here was definitely not the place for it. Grabbing her hand in his, he lead the dash out of the room, letting Lily trail lifelessly behind.

She felt dead.

That's all she felt. She should be crying. Weeping. She should be angry. She should be feeling. She wants to feel. Anything would be better than this. This state of unfeeling.

Lily pressed her head back into the pillow and squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears to fall. It seemed like there was a weight pressing down on her chest, suffocating her. Crying, screaming, kicking, anything would relieve it, but she couldn't do anything. Her parents.

Mom and Dad.

They didn't die in an accident. They died. But it wasn't an accident. They were killed.

Lily swung her legs off her bed, the soles of her feet touching the cold surface of the floor. She padded to her door and stepped out, barely conscious of what she was doing. She raised her hand and knocked, repeatedly on the door in front of her until the light flicked on. She heard soft thuds inside and within seconds, the door swung open, revealing James. "Lily?"

She stared at him, his glasses shoved on haphazardly; his massive case of bed-head, his voice thick with sleep, and concern etched in every line of his face, and the tears flooded her eyes.

She brought her fists up to her eyes, sobbing into them and James reached for Lily, pulling her into him. He wrapped his arms firmly around her as she continued to weep into him, soaking his shirt with tears. Her body shuddered, each sob wracking through her. She hadn't cried properly in years. Ever since her parents' death, she hadn't let loose and yet, here she was, baring her soul to James, letting him see her at her weakest, her most vulnerable. Again. It made no sense to her, but somehow, the warmth of his body against hers, the strength of his arms holding her tight, the timbre of his silence seemed to ease the heavy weight settled on her heart.

He held her until her violent sobs faded into sniffles and only then released his arms moving back slightly to look at her. He gently placed his fingers under her chin and tilted her face up so that her eyes locked on his. He moved his hands to cup her face, his thumbs wiping away the tears rolling down her cheeks. His eyes tracked slowly across her face, returning to her eyes.

His eyes communicated a silent question to which Lily responded by fisting her hands slightly in his shirt, nodding, unable to find words. James nodded back and leaned around her, pulling the door shut. He made his way to his bed, and watched as Lily curled up on the covers, her tears still sliding down her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut and James grabbed a pillow off the bed, turning to throw it on the floor when he felt Lily's hand on his forearm. He looked at her, her eyes bright.

"No." Her voice was hoarse and she cleared her throat before speaking again. "Sleep on the bed. Not the floor."

James stared at her, eye clouded with confusion, his heart hammering wildly against his ribs. He nodded again and climbed into bed, keeping a safe distance between them. He slipped off his glasses and flicked off the light, turning to face Lily. His eyes refocused in the dark, and he could make out Lily's silhouette. Her eyes were still open, staring at him. She raised a hand to his face and gently traced his features, her fingers dancing lightly over the sharp planes. James' eyes fluttered closed and several moments later, Lily's hand dropped. He opened his eyes to find her still watching him. She reached down and grasped his hand, fresh tears popping into her eyes. James squeezed back, and they both lay in silence, hands interlocked in between them, until they drifted off to sleep.

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