AN: Thank you to all who reviewed/fav'd/and alerted this story. It means a lot to me that you're taking an interest, and wanting to see how this plays out. I promise you this will NOT BE A CHARACTER DEATH story or a story about cutting. I have my reasons, and feel free to ask me why I will never write a story on cutting/eating disorders.

Sorry this took a while, I've just been busy with school stuff and issues with not having Christa be able to help me write the chapter haha.

Also, sorry this is short, but this just an intro into James's life. I can promise you chapters will get longer as the plot thickens.

Again, this story is dedicated to my friend Christa, who has been my number one fan for this story since it's creation in my mind. It's her story; I'm just the writer.

I do not own BTR, or anything you may recognize.

He didn't know what time it was, it could be six o'clock in the morning, it could be ten o'clock at night, all James Diamond knew was that he was caffeine deprived and needed a fix badly. He walked into his small office, turning on his coffee machine before seeing what the manila envelope on his desk contained.

He picked up the large item, and went to open it until he realized that his brain fog would not allow him to fully concentrate on what he was reading. In James's line of work, paying close attention was pretty vital. When you are a professional killer, even the smallest detail can make the process of a hit go extremely smooth, or unbearably complicated. There was too much complication in James's life already, so he always tried to get in and get out. No fuss no muss.

James was serious about his line of work. Unless his mind was clear, he wouldn't move forward with any step of the process. His personal cell phone was always on silent whenever he was on the job (his work cell phone however, was always at hand). No distractions equal a clean and quick hit. No matter how tired he is, he always drinks at least a few cups of coffee within the day, he always needs to stay sharp. So before he moves forward in opening up that folder, he must drink that cup of coffee.

After that first sip, he immediately feels refreshed, and is ready to start his day. And that means opening up the folder. He sits at his desk, and takes a deep breath, yet another life is being put into his hands. Although this wasn't the exact career he wanted, it's what pleased his father. James's father, Brad, was not a man to mess with, and he was also James's idol. James would never tell his father that his true dream was to be a superstar/model hybrid or share with his father his true sexuality. His father would disown him, and even though his family was always dysfunctional he didn't want to be the cause of more dysfunction. So he kept his mouth shut and did what he had to do to please his father, and pay the bills. After all, the lifestyle James lives is not one that can be afforded by making minimum wage.

The file is always the same. On the outside is the name of the person who the hit is on. The inside though, this is what's always different. And the shock of what was on the inside of this folder is what makes James's heart break. He takes a look at the photo of the man, only 20 years young. A college student, who as he can see from his long rap sheet of accomplishments, has a future ahead of him. But the main mystery: why is this man, who James sees is named Logan Mitchell, is on a hit list? Who would want to harm this man? But the main question is, why is James so intrigued by the man? This was definitely going to be hard.

He's lost in his thoughts when his father makes an entrance into his office. Whenever Brad enters a room, everyone knows it's him. James quickly looks at his father, many questions he wants to ask but knows he can't. Always needs to act professional.

"So I see you see your next hit." Brad notices James reading.

"Yes, sir" James responds, formally.

"Do you have any questions?" Brad asks.

James has so many questions, but like previously stated, most of which Brad wouldn't accept. So he decides on one that he's sure would be acceptable.

"Yeah, actually I have one. Do you know anything about the person who put a hit on him? I mean, not to be prejudice or anything, but he seems like he would do no wrong, and would be liked by all." James queries.

Gruffly, Brad answers "Apparently it was anonymous, not sure of much else."

"Oh, that's a shame."

"Ok, so you want your assignment?" Brad mentions to James.

"Guess it's better now than later."

"Since Mr. Mitchell is on the younger side, you will pretend to be a college student. Since you two are the same age, you shouldn't have a problem with blending in. You are to enroll in his classes, get to know him. And when he's at his weakest moment, you do what you're supposed to do. One month max, do I make myself clear?"

Eyes downcast, James agrees "Crystal"

"I will be checking in once every couple of days, you are to update me on your progress. And if I feel you're not living up to your potential, I'm ripping you off of this case and you will be fired. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, now, get to work!" And with that, Brad leaves the office. James is alone in his thoughts.

How is he going to pull this off? That and many more questions are running through his head. James is a master manipulator, so it wouldn't be hard for him to most likely worm his way into the smart man's life. This is just part of the job, and James is worried he's going to have to keep reminding himself that this is his job, and other feelings can't come in the way. No matter how cute the genius is in his picture, or how deep his brown eyes are, or even how his dimples make him look much younger, he can't let those feelings get in the way.

"It's just a job." Is James's mantra. It will continue to be his mantra till he can get his mind to stop thinking about Logan in a way he knows would be detrimental to his mental sanity.

But if one person could possibly change James, he thinks Logan could be the one.