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Thanks to cedricsowner and niagaraweasel for giving me some much needed inspiration.

Chapter Seven:

They all began to congregate into the conference room. No one spoke, the only audible sound was the movement of the chairs turning and shifting as they took their respective seats, and Guerrero crunching his apple.

Ilsa sat down with a very obstinate attitude, her body language was like reading an open book, 'I'd rather have Guerrero torture me,' it read. Her legs and arms were crossed and her body was stiff and slightly turned away from the group.

Chance purposely choose the seat right across from her, this was going to be fun.

Allyson, not surprisingly, sat next to Chance.

Winston Stood at the head of the table.

Guerrero on his own.

"Our flight leaves in 1 hour, 26 minutes, so this needs to be quick." Winston spoke with determination. "I think most of us know our roles?" He looked at Chance over his glasses then to Ilsa, "Ilsa, how much time do you need to pack?" He put his glasses on top of his head, only needed them for reading.

"I beg your pardon!" Ilsa turned to the group, that got her attention, Chance had a devious grin on his face.

Chance was waiting for this, he might have only been half listening before but knew exactly what the plan was and where Winston was going with this and he knew how Ilsa was going to react.

Allyson sat confused but silent.

"What Winston is trying to say, Ilsa, is that we need you on this mission." Chance explained, watching her fidget. Oh yes, this was fun.

"WHAT!" Ilsa shook her head in disbelief.

"The award ceremony involves a big elegant evening. We need you to go under cover as, um, a waitress at the event." Winston choked back a chuckle.

They just needed eyes on the inside, she didn't need to actually do anything, they felt confident she could handle this.

"What!" Ilsa now was sitting straight and slapped her hands down on the table.

"We need someone on the inside that has freedom to move around unnoticed. I'll be working surveillance from the hotel suite, Guerrero will be busy doing what he does best," Winston rolled his eyes, "counter intelligence….stuff and backing up Chance if required. Chance, well, he'll be busy staying close to Allyson." Winston got serious, "Ilsa, we have nothing to go on, we are looking for a needle in a haystack here, we need your help."

"I'm sorry gentlemen," Ilsa protested standing up. "I have an important charity event to attend," she straighten her skirt, "and I have way too much paperwork to do, cleaning up the trail of messes and lawsuits you leave behind." She began to leave.

Chance leaned back in his chair, throwing an arm over the back of it and casually added, "Well, you were the one that approved Ames vacation time, it only seems fitting, now that we are short handed, that you fill in." Chance smiled glancing at the others around the table. She stopped dead in her tracks. "It's the least you could do." He tried to keep a serious face.

She angrily turned to Chance, "if you think for one second I'm going to be…." she shook her head in complete defiance, "….be a...a…...serve food!" She was so flustered, she couldn't even say it. "Well, you've just have had your head hit way too many times!" she now had a pleading look as her voice trailed off and softened.

The three main men in her life just all silently stared at her, each in their our characteristically relaxed state, all slightly smirking, yap, she coming.

"Hay, boss lady," Guerrero rationalize, "at least you'll get to wear a cute, smokin' hot uniform."

12 Hours later:

Ilsa walked into her luxurious room at the Hotel Hermitage beautifully overlooking the Mediterranean, took a deep breath and allowed herself to fall on her four poster bed and stare at the high ceiling and it's stunning chandeliers.

The flight over had been long and awkward. She had made a big scene in the conference room about going but the truth was she was actually glad to be coming along once the shock wore off. Of course there was no way she was going to give Chance and especially Allyson the satisfaction of knowing that.

She hated the idea of Chance being alone with Allyson, thousands of miles away.

Although, he was still alone with her, in their room…..can't leave her side….at least she was in the same building. She had an uneasy feeling about Allyson and her intentions. She didn't doubt she was really in trouble, she did doubt her intentions in regards to Chance.

But what gave her any right to even have uneasy feelings about Chance and Allyson. Chance was a single man, free to do whatever he wanted.

Was it just her or did it seem like Allyson was doing everything in her power to make sure she didn't get a second alone with Chance.

Every time during the long flight if Chance made any kind of attempt to get near her, to have a private moment, Allyson was right there, demanding his attention. Did he notice this too? Probably not, he's a man, Ilsa thought.

For heaven sakes, they were on an airplane 35,000 feet in the air, she was safe, she didn't need to be within inches of him on the plane.

Ilsa ran her fingers through her hair and got up. I'm going to make myself a drink and have a long Jacuzzi, she consoled herself. She got up and walked over to the bar.

She took a deep breath, she felt relaxed being back in Europe. Marshall and her had spent so much time here it was like just another one of her many homes.

Winston and Guerrero checked into their two bedroom suite next to Allyson and Chances and immediately began to set up the surveillance and spy equipment.

Along with being one of the most exorbitant hotel in Monte Carlo, The Hermitage just so happened to be the venue that was hosting the award ceremony. It would make set-up and keeping eyes on Chance and Allyson a breeze.

Once that was accomplished they'd have a small nap to ease the jetlag.

Chance opened the door to their room and instinctively looked around before allowing Allyson to enter.

"Wow," she marvelled as she walked past Chance. "This is some room. Does this expense get put on my bill?" Said asked with a slight worried tone.

Chance closed the door and double locked it and put the chain on. "Don't worry about it, Ilsa's foundation pays for this." He walked past her and started checking all the rooms, closets and any other possible hiding places.

He wanted to get a feel for ever inch of the room. Then he walked over to the balcony, opened the huge, heavy, glamorous curtains and unlocked the door.

He stepped out onto the large balcony which was suited with it's own private Jacuzzi.

"Wow!" Allyson repeated herself as she stepped out behind Chance. He had been admiring the breath taking view of the sea.

He turned around and smiled. "It's something else, isn't it?"

He was wondering about Ilsa. She couldn't get a room next to them, not even on the same floor. She was on the top floor, they were two floors down, but the sizes of the floors were double that of a normal US building, this was a palace, which made the distance seem more like she was four floors away instead of just two.

Chance didn't want the top or bottom floor for Allyson, too vulnerable either way. The middle was the safest.

"Can I make you a drink?" Allyson asked going back inside.

"Sure," Chance accepted following her. He continue to familiarize himself with their suite as she began to make him a scotch on the rocks.

Chance began to go over a few things with her, "Allyson, we don't know how much the person trying to kill you knows about you. We don't really think this person would be desperate enough to follow you all the way across half the world." Chance walked up to her and took the drink she offered. "It takes a lot of planning to successfully pull off a murder of someone of your importance." As always in these situation his minds flashed, 'believe me I know', but he didn't share the thought with her.

He continued as she sat down on the elegant couch and sprawled her body to a comfortable position making herself at home. "So we don't think any attempt will be made here, but until the threat is revealed and eliminated we can't leave you alone." He finished and looked at her inquisitively, was she taking him serious?

"We? You mean you!" She got up and slowly strutted towards him. She was a beautiful woman, no questions about that. He knew this but when he saved her life the last time it had been such a whirl wind that he didn't have a quiet moment to even take her beauty in, not even when she was in her underwear.

He raised his eyebrows as he watched her close in on him. "Well we work as a team." He shrugged.

Normally he would have been all over this opportunity. How many times had he protected a beautiful, willing woman? And he was free to engage. And he could tell Allyson was willing. He might not be good at reading women's feelings or emotions but she sure was good at reading their physical intentions.

But now, for whatever reason, he felt a strong devotion to hold back.

When she reached him she took his drink from his hand seductively and placed it on the table beside him. She moved behind him, running her hand slowly up his arm to his shoulder around following the rest of her body to his back. She could feel his strong muscles permeating through his shirt.

She dropped her hand down and took his, giving it a squeeze. "I'm going to change and try out that fabulous Jacuzzi on the balcony. It was a long flight, the hot water will feel good, you should join me."

She turned and walked to the huge walk-in closet off the bathroom where their luggage was left by the bellman.

Chance stood there a few moments after she left. Then turned his head sharply towards his drink, picked it up and took a big swig.