6:50 is too early. Just too early.

Boarding our plane me and Joe sat down together, luckily we didn't have anyone next to us. It was fist class, but people do exist.

I leaned on Joe's shoulder and closed my eyes, hoping to get some sleep. Joe saw this so straight away thought that it was the perfect time to keep me awake.

'So I was thinking, when we get to the hotel. We get our room then just have the rest of our day as an actual holiday, then tomorrow we track our guy down?'

'Sounds good,' I mumbled.

'I was also think-,' I cut him off.

'I was also thinking we could sleep.' Joe laughed softly.

'Alright, I'll wake you up when we land,' I smiled and hugged his arm.

'Thank you,'

JOE POV

Lucy is in every way, perfect. I am hoping she hasn't found out about what I want to do whilst we are on the mission.

Lucy fell asleep quickly, but I didn't join her, I don't like to sleep when there are people around me. Who knows, any one of them could be a secret agent. And if I wasn't here, Lucy wouldn't be sleeping; she would be on full alert.

A few hours later, the announcement that we would be landing came through the speaking. Thank god. All through the flight an air hostess had been trying to flirt with me, and it was a good thing that Lucy was asleep otherwise she would have probably thrown her off the plane. And I'm not even joking.

I gently shook Lucy awake. Who jumped up at the slightest touch. Within five seconds she was wide awake, a skill that I would so love to possess but sadly, I don't.

'Hey, no longer sleepy head, they just announced that we will be landing, you alright?' I asked softly, because she may seem wide awake, but I know that Lucy is an excellent actor. She smiled.

'Yeah, fine but what about you? You're probably going to have serious jet lag,' she said in a teacher's voice, I rolled my eyes.

'I'm Joseph Solomon, I don't get jet lag,' I said smirking, now it was her time to roll her eyes.

'Yes, you may be Joseph Solomon, but you are also very cocky,' she said with a smirk of her own. I pretended to look upset, making her laugh. I love her hearing her laugh, it makes me happy. (Call me cheesy, I don't care, I agree with you).

Grinning I kissed her gently on the lips.

LUCY POV

You have to love the CIA for the hotels they book you into. I mean seriously. You don't know hotels until the CIA books you into one. One word. Luxury.

Our hotel was called 'The Grand Mountain' or 'La Montagne du Grand'. When you walk in, you are greeted with a massive lobby that has two staircases that wind round to meet each other at the next floor. Underneath the staircases is a fountain, and in front of that, a marble check in desk. To the right leads off into a massive dining room that has two huge windows. Giving you a view of the Alps. The whole room is richly decorated, and to the side of the windows is a big fireplace, which currently is lit to warm you up after a day skiing. To the left are two lifts to take you up to the second, third and fourth floor as the stairs only take you up to the first floor.

Joe and I stepped into the lobby, only just managing to pull our jaws from the floor. (Not literally...)

At the door a man took our luggage and asked for our names. Which we gave, he then took our luggage to our room as we checked in. The lady at the front desk smiled at us as we walked up.

'Bonjour,' she said cheerfully. Joe and I smiled and returned the greeting.

'Quel est votre nom de monsieur?' (What is your name sir) she asked Joe in French. Sticking to his cover, he replied in French.

'Pablanc, Alexander,' he said fluently.

'Ah, qui,' (ah, yes) she smiled and stood up. Picking up a card from behind the desk she made her up the grand stairs, with us following close behind. Being spies, we took everything and the first floor was just as grand as the lobby. The corridor was wide and had door on either side. Everything was either red or gold, but it wasn't overdone. The whole hotel had a warm feeling about it.

Reaching room 97, the lady stopped opened the door. Stepping inside just caused our jaws to drop again. (Again, not literally...) Walking in there was a double bed on one side, and a sofa and TV on the other. At the end of the room was yet another big window leading out onto a balcony with a full view of the mountains. Although the window was beautiful, I didn't like it. It was in open view of anyone. After saying that breakfast was at 8 in the morning and dinner was at 7 the lady left us to look around, and as soon as she had gone I walked over and closed the curtains, stopping us being a clear target to anyone.

Joe came out and saw what I had done and raised an eyebrow.

'Well I'm not protesting but it's a little hasty don't you think I mean we haven't even moved our bags of the bed, or do you suggest the couch?' he said grinning. I rolled my eyes at his Blackthorne humour.

'Ha ha, I'm literally crying with laughter,' I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

'Oh yeah, don't act like you don't want to,' Joe taunted in a jokey way. I slapped his arm playfully.

'Ow,' Joe pouted at me and rubbed his arm.

'Oh, I'm sorry do you want me to kiss it better?' I said with raised eyebrows, he grinned like a five year old.

'Yes,' he said whilst holding his arm out for me to kiss it.

'Get real,' I said rolling my eyes. Joe laughed and wrapped his arms around me, I gladly fell into his arms. He kissed the top of my head.

'Love you,' he murmured into my hair.

'Love you too,' I murmured into his chest.

EXAMS, EXAMS, EXAMS I'm really sorry I haven't updated, but in case you didn't catch on to the caps-lock bit, I have lots of exams which means lots of revision, but I only have a week left, then I can concentrate on my story.

So I hoped you like it, please tell me what you think, and also what do you think Joe's special plan is for Lucy... hmmm... I wonder...