"Why the fuck is there someone shooting at us?" Ichigo yelled as Toushiro shoved him down a random alleyway and pushed him behind a dumpster. The gun shots ricocheted against the walls and he swore one hit the metal dumpster. His heart stopped and he reached for his phone to call 911.

"What are you doing?" Toushiro asked softly, grabbing Ichigo's hand.

"Calling the police." Ichigo answered incredulously. His heart was hammering against his ribs and his back was covered in cold sweat.

"No."

"No?"

"Hush."

Ichigo was about to argue, but his voice dried up when his boyfriend pullout out a handgun from inside his jacket. His mouth fell open and a ball of dread formed in his stomach. Toushiro had a gun. His boyfriend had been casually carrying a gun around all night and there were people shooting at them. He had to blink violently to stop himself from passing out.

"What the hell, Shiro? Did you have that on you all night?"

Toushiro shot him a withering glance that Ichigo knew meant shut up. He gulped, his heart racing and muscles tightening. He had never even considered that their night would have taken a turn like this. Toushiro was mysterious, and Ichigo liked that about him. Combined with his brand name clothes, luxury car, and the fact that he refused to tell Ichigo where he worked Ichigo sometimes felt like he was dating a secret agent... or an undercover criminal. Right now he couldn't tell which, however. He was silently hopping that Toushiro didn't turn out to be a drug lord. There was a click as Toushiro turned off his gun's safety. Ichigo still couldn't believe what he was seeing. Toushiro knew what he was doing and Ichigo couldn't tell if it was sexy or scary.

Toushiro poked his head around the side of the dumpster, his finger on the trigger of the gun. A bullet went whizzing past his head and he jerked backwards with a curse. He grabbed Ichigo's hand and yanked him to his feet, running deeper into the dark alley. Ichigo felt like his chest was going to explode from the adrenaline building up inside of him. He couldn't catch his breath either, but Toushiro urged him on. Behind them he could hear footsteps and people yelling. There were a few more gunshots that made him duck instinctively, and nearly topple forward more than once.

"Shiro!" he yelled when Toushiro jerked him forward again and stumbled himself. "We need to call the police!"

Toushiro wheeled around about to answer when a back door opened and a teenager with a large trash back stepped out. Toushiro bowled past him through the open door and dragged Ichigo along. He almost didn't hear the kid yell at them in shock. Toushiro pulled him through the kitchen, dodging past chefs and waiters, earning disapproving grunts and annoyed stares. But then they skidded to a stop in the middle of a busy restaurant – a Cheesecake Factory of all places – and Toushiro shoved him into an empty booth. They both took a few minutes to catch their breath and Ichigo looked surreptitiously around hoping that they hadn't picked up a crowd or were being followed. A waitress eyed them as she passed down the aisle and Ichigo froze locking eyes with Toushiro until she left. He breathed a sigh of relief and slumped against the back of the booth.

"Shiro, what the hell is going on?

He subtly shook his head and smiled politely when the same waitress returned with a couple of menus and a poured them water. She introduced herself, but Ichigo wasn't listening. He stared at his boyfriend, or the man who he thought was his boyfriend, until the waitress left again.

"Toushiro," he growled, "what was that about?"

Toushiro sighed, scanning the restaurant. "I don't know."

"There were people with guns, shooting at us! You have a gun!" he was fighting to keep his voice down.

"I don't know who they are or what they want."

"But you have a gun."

"Yes. I do."

"What the hell is going on?"

The waitress had snuck back to place a basket of bread on their table and she jumped slightly, looking awkward as she stepped away.

Toushiro pulled his jacket tightly around himself. "I wish I could tell you, Ichigo-"

"If you say anything about classified information I'm walking out of this restaurant."

Toushiro shot him a pained look before shaking his head. "I'm sure you've figured it out."

"You're a spy?"

"A government agent."

"Like James Bond?"

"Not like James Bond at all."

Ichigo breathed in deeply, taking in all that had happened that night. He couldn't help it he started laughing. They had gone to the movies then were gunned down by a couple of thugs. Now they had escaped and were about to order dinner at the Cheese Cake Factory. And now he was finding out that his boyfriend was a government agent. Shit like this would only happen to him. It was as if his life was a cheesy action-drama movie. He rested his elbows on the table and propped his chin on his palms.

"So what's gonna happen now? Do you have some sort of gadget to get us out of here?"

Toushiro frowned slightly. "I wish I did... We should be safe for now. It doesn't look like we've been followed."

Ichigo snorted. "So, we're just gonna act like we're on a date now?"

"We are on a date."

"We were, you know, before we got shot at."

He had meant it more as a joke than a barb – he tended to use humour to cope with stress – but Toushiro looked guilty all the same. Ichigo reached across the table to take his hand, only then noticing that he was shaking. Toushiro chewed his bottom lip.

"Forgive me. Getting you caught up in this was the last thing I ever wanted."

Ichigo took a few more deep breaths. "I didn't die and now we're having dinner. You... you don't have to apologise."

Toushiro shook his head.

"Really, babe, it's not as if you asked those guys to jump us. It's not your fault."

Toushiro was tense through the rest of their dinner. His hand kept on slipping under his jacket every time someone approached their table. Ichigo was tense too; he had nearly jumped out of his seat when the waitress bumped his elbow with the bill. He remained tense until he was back in the passenger seat of Toushiro's Mercedes-Benz and they were heading back home. There were police cars parked along the street when they had left the restaurant. Ichigo assumed that someone else had heard the gunshots and called 911. Either way they stuck to crowded areas and they took a different route home.

"I need to make some phone calls," Toushiro explained as he locked the front door.

But before he could disappear to some other part of the house Ichigo grabbed him and hugged him tightly. "I don't care what you say, tonight was straight out of a James Bond movie."

Toushiro rolled his eyes.

"And I'm more than happy to be your Bond girl."

Thanks to Leya Anhaylla for providing this prompt :)

Up next is Geishaaa then Nico Zi

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-Mymomomo