A/N: I was bored at work on Friday and came up with a couple new ideas for this fic. Hooray for boredom and my insatiable desire to alleviate it! WOOT!

Disclaimer: Yep, I own it. (is immediately arrested and thrown into International Prison for copyright infringement and is 'tortured' by a slew of characters I've claimed to own) You're kidding? THIS is my punishment? Woo hoo! MORE! XD

Feather walked down the street with Black, a smile on her face as she ate the ice cream cone he had bought her on their lunch date. Like her partner, Niki, Feather preferred the pleated mini skirt for her uniform rather than the black slacks. She had great legs. And she liked showing them off.

Black squeezed her hand and bent down to kiss her cheek. "Having fun, Baby?" he asked.

Feather giggled and licked the ice cream cone suggestively. "Uh huh," she purred, stepping closer to him. "But I always do when I'm with you."

Black arched a light red eyebrow. "You're not trying to manipulate me, are you?" he teased.

"Nah, I already did that," she said with a grin, tossing her light brown curls over her shoulder. "Just kidding."

Black stopped in front of an electronics store. "Hey, let's go in here real quick," he said with excitement. "I need to get a new graphics card for my laptop."

"You go ahead," Feather said, still eating her ice cream. "Food's not allowed in there."

"Will you be okay out here by yourself?" he asked. Feather rolled her eyes and Black laughed. "Right. Turk babe. Gotcha." He kissed her lips sweetly. "Be right back. If you get done with that before I'm out, come in, okay?"

"Okay," Feather said, sitting down on a bench outside of the store. Her ice cream was starting to melt, so she began eating it quicker, giggling as she licked it off the back of her hand.

She glanced over as someone sat beside her. He was a hottie, that was for sure, but his presence just screamed arrogant prick. Feather smiled slightly and scooted farther away. The guy laughed.

"Hey, you got a little ice cream on your nose," he said, wiping it off with his finger and licking it off. "Mint chocolate chip. Nice."

Feather rolled her eyes and turned her gaze to across the street.

"I'm Jason," he told her.

"Good for you," Feather said, focusing on her ice cream cone.

"What, don't I get your name?" he asked. "That seems impolite."

"Look," Feather said with a huff. "I'm waiting out here for my boyfriend, so you can just turn off the 'get the girl' mode, okay? You can sit here, but don't try to pick me up because it won't work."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," he said with a smirk. "Besides, I already know you...Feather."

Her head snapped around. "How did you know my name?" she asked.

"I saw you out one night and I followed you home," he explained. "I saw you check your mail box, so I found out your name on that along with your apartment number. The only thing I don't have, is your phone number to call you. Wanna give it to me?"

Feather stood up and tossed her ice cream in the trash, going inside the electronics store with Black. She attached herself to his side, glancing behind her and the smirking Jason still on the bench.

"Hey, Babe," Black said, looking over at her. He noticed her face was pale and wrapped his arm around her tightly. "Are you okay?"

She shook her head. "I just found out I'm being stalked," she said, looking back out the door. Jason was gone.

Black's eyes narrowed and he marched out the door, looking around. Feather followed him and grabbed his hand. "He's gone," she said. "But he's probably not far. He knows where I live, he knows my name."

"Come on," he said, squeezing her hand and leading her back down the street to Turk HQ. "Let's go talk to Tseng."

Tseng steepled his fingers and nodded. "I grant you leave to handle the situation as you see fit," he told Feather. "I won't have one of my Turks in potential danger. The fact that this man knows this much about you without you even knowing is alarming in itself. Take care of it."

Feather nodded. "Thank you, Sir," she said rising to her feet. "Permission to take back up."

Tseng's lips twitched into a small parody of a smile. "Granted," he replied. "Take Black. He's been informed of the situation already."

"Thank you, Sir."

Feather left the Bossman's office and knocked on Black and Widdow's office door, sticking her head inside. "Black, we've got an assignment," she said with a grin.

Black nodded and shrugged on his jacket, giving Widdow a quick wave before grabbing Feather's hand. "Tseng give the go ahead?" he asked.

"I'm to take care of it as I see fit," she smirked, leading him to her and Niki's office. Niki was still on medical leave after her and Akalara's last battle for the redhead, so the office was solely hers. Well, except for the mice that inhabited Niki's desk. And Kali, who was actually feeding the mice and The Major. Feather grinned. Yes, The Major would help in this mission.

Black looked around the office warily. "I can't believe you haven't requested a new office," he said, eyeing mice waiting in line for the potty chair.

"Nah," Feather said with an affectionate pat to Kali's head. "You get used to it." She made her way over to The Major's tank. "Black, this is The Major."

Black looked at the golf ball sized octopus. "Whoa! He's so tiny!" he exclaimed.

The octopus made an agitated motion and began squirting out ink on the tank's glass surface. Feather giggled as The Major wrote out 'Bloody Idiot' and flipped Black off with one of it's tentacles.

"Okay, that is weird," Black said shaking his head. "Why are we here anyway? We need to get that asshole that's stalking you."

"Well, The Major is a blue-ringed octopus," Feather said, going over to Niki's desk. "And his ink is wicked poisonous to humans. Niki...keeps it in a Waterman fountain pen somewhere in this mess of a desk."

"So, you're going to get the pen and..."

"Write my phone number on Jason's hand and kill him," Feather giggled. She tapped one of the mice on the shoulder, the one with a pointy hat and a red robe. "Hey, Mortimer? Where does Niki keep The Major's pen?"

Mortimer squeaked and scurried over to the left of the desk, dropping down to the middle drawer. He rummaged around in the back and came out with a blue-marbled fountain pen engraved with 'Major Charles Winchester' in gold lettering. Feather took the pen from the mouse and smiled, patting him gently. "Thanks, Mortimer," she said. "I'll bring in right back. Promise."

Black shook his head. "I think she's getting to you," he said with a grin. "Not that that's a bad thing, just...different."

"Keeps you on your toes, Babe," she said, kissing his lips. "Ready?"

"Yep," he said. "Let's do this."

Feather walked alone to her apartment, knowing that Black was hidden somewhere close by. She checked her mail and leaned against the boxes, going through her bills and credit card applications. She squealed as she found her new issue of Ninja Vogue in the mail. Being into martial arts, it was a magazine she adored. Sitting down on a bench next to the mail boxes she began flipping through the pages, hoping Jason would show up soon.

He didn't disappoint as he slid in beside her.

"Now Feather," he said, draping his arm around her and squeezing her none too gently. "I'm not taking no for an answer this time. I want your phone number."

Feather rolled her eyes. "I already told you, I have a boy--"

Jason silenced her with a brutal kiss. "I don't care about your boyfriend," he growled, pulling away slightly. "He's no problem. I'll get rid of him in nothing flat. And you'll find him dead tomorrow if I don't get your number right now."

Feather swallowed hard, tears prickling her eyes. Oh, you so did not threaten her boyfriend. She rummaged around in her purse and found Niki's fountain pen. Grabbing Jason's hand, she scribbled a phone number on it, making sure to puncture the skin with the tip of the pen, pushing the poisonous ink into his blood stream.

"There," she spat out. "You've got it. Now, you won't hurt my boyfriend."

"Oh, I still might," he said with a malicious smile. "After that little stunt you just pulled, stabbing my hand. And besides, he stands in my way of possessing you completely."

Feather watched as he struggled to breathe, his limbs beginning to feel the affects of the paralysis. "I belong to no one," she said as he began to suffer from cardiac arrest and then simply fell over dead.

Flipping out her cell phone, she dialed the emergency number and began crying hysterically. "Help me! Please! My boyfriend just fell over and he's not breathing! We're...we're at the corner of 6th and Mako Boulevard! Please hurry!"

Hanging up, she turned around and smiled at Black who had come out of hiding, handing him the pen. "Better take this," she said, wiping her tears away. "They'll probably search me and then I'll go into betrayed girlfriend mode when we discover the phone number on his hand."

"Who's number did you write?" he asked.

"Some girl who picked on me in high school," she said with a grin. "I never liked that bitch."

Black laughed and kissed her. "See you upstairs?" he asked.

"You got it, Babe."

Mission Report: Target eliminated by toxin of blue-ringed octopus.

Turk Assigned: Feather and Black

Status: Second Level Rookies

Speciality: Feather - Undercover ops, bullshit artist, improvisation, martial arts; Black - Hacking, racing, undercover ops, tag team fighting, martial arts

Target: Jason Mayse; discovered to be stalking Feather

Death by: Cardiac arrest from neurotoxin of blue-ringed octopus

Mission Successful

A/N: This was spawned by a conversation with Niki-chan last night. She wanted Feather to have a kick ass chapter and this is what we came up with. The names for Mortimer and The Major was her ideas. Review if you like!