Disclaimer: Don't own anything but the plot.

Yup. I officially hate finals. It's pretty much a miracle that I even found time to write this. Technically I should be studying for Lit. Oh well, it was worth it.

fictiousburn: I've always figured Zuko was the awkward, 'panic and pretend to know what I'm doing' type. This trait is one of the many reasons I love him!

MagicalBender: A lot of my friends say the Puppetmaster was a freaky episode, but is it weird that I kind of loved it? XD I also wanted to say sorry that I haven't reviewed your drabbles yet! Life's been... hectic lately, but I'll try to get around to it once finals are over and done with! Thanks for being so faithful in your reviewing! :)

Katara growled under her breath, shoving the key into the metal lock and twisting. She yanked the cuffs off with more force than was strictly necessary and glared daggers at the smirking man. Another trial blown. If only she had more evidence. If only he wasn't so good at what he did.

Besides, he wasn't called the untouchable con-man for nothing.

He rubbed his wrists gingerly, peering at her with sharp gold eyes. He leaned back slightly in a lax position and stuck his hands in the pockets of his trousers, that damned smirk still clinging to his pale lips.

"Well," He said airily, "I gotta say, your last attempt was close..."

He bent down until his face was inches from hers.

"...But not close enough."

She tilted her head back, their noses almost touching. She ignored the fact that he still had a good three inches on her, even with her high heels. "It's only a matter of time before you slip up, and that's when I'll catch you."

The man grinned, dazzling white teeth flashing in her face. "I look forward to it."

"Good."

"Great."

Her eyes narrowed, a tricky half smile making its way to her lips. She may have failed, but this wasn't the end.

"Allow me to buy you some lunch." Zuko straightened and held out a hand in gesture for her to proceed forward, a lazy smirk still on his face. "Take it as a celebration for your progress."

She shrugged off her plain black business coat, hooking it by one finger and slinging it over her shoulder. "Are you trying to bribe me, Mr. Li?"

He smiled. "I prefer to call it persuasion, Agent Katara."

Katara swiveled around on her heel and began to saunter away. She turned her head slightly, tossing over her shoulder, "We'll take my car."

Next time. Next time she'd catch him.

Besides, she wasn't called the best CIA agent for nothing.

Author's Note: Haha. Katara as an agent. Zuko as a con-man. How utterly AU. Well I just had to get that one out of my system! It was pretty short, but eh, I'm not in the mood to write a ton. Just the right amount of humor and sexual tension, don't you think?

Well, I've decided to continue my other story What Could Go Wrong, but for those of you that are waiting on it (if there are any) it probably won't be updated for a while yet... Partly due to my schedule, but mostly due to laziness...

Don't forget to review! Suggestions, criticism, and opinions are always welcome (not to mention they motivate me to update faster).

MI3