Commission Assasin's POV

We sat in the corner of the doughnut shop, watching the two of them and their conversation. The girl looked shaken up, justifiably so. We'd driven past her spontaneously combusted apartment building, watching the whole thing light up like a tinder box.

They drank coffee again, and the boy bought the girl a jelly doughnut, just like every time they came in this crap hole. It smelled like grease and smoke, and I doubt it would get a grade A from the health inspector, if they ever came. From the looks of it, it'd been a while. Restaurants in Germany were much cleaner than this.

The boy handed the girl a thick file, plainly marked on the front with the word 'confidential'.

He muttered some words, in explanation, and her face went pale. She started to breathe heavier, obviously distressed by the contents of the file. And then, from nowhere, she started crying as he explained more. What the heck was she saying to her?

The girl hopped up from her seat, still gripping the file in her hand as she rubbed her forehead and stared back at the boy, sniffling and trying to stifle her tears. Instead of pale white, her face was getting red now. She was in distress.

She said something super quick, so muffled that I only caught the end of her sentence.

'... drive me to the airport.'

He looked up at me, taking a drink of his coffee.

'Guess we're going to the airport, sis.'

Five POV

'Dolores!', I called after her as she sped out of Griddy's and into the parking lot to the car.

'C'mon Dolores, why do you need to leave here?'

She pulled on the car door impatiently, and I kept from unlocking it for her. She needed to explain why she needed to get to the airport so suddenly.

'Open the dang door, Five.'

'You need to explain what you want first. Why do you need to go to the airport?'

She threw her hands up in the air, waving the file around.

'I need to see my parents.'

Oh gosh. She was going to chew them out. I didn't mean for this to happen.

'Dolores.', I said, walking to her, placing a hand on her shoulder

She shook my hand off and wouldn't make eye contact.

'Dory, please.', I said, placing a hand on her face and the other on the same shoulder she'd shaken it off of. 'Think about this before you do something brash.'

'Brash? Are you kidding me, Five?'

Idiotic word choice. Not a good decision on my part.

'Please, just open the car.'

She looked absolutely broken. I wasn't an empathetic person. But seeing her like this was painful. I could see the betrayal spelled out all over her face. She wasn't mad at me. She was hurt by her parents. The people who raised her had lied to her for eighteen entire years. Our dad was an absolute crap-shoot of a parent, but at least he was honest.

I pressed the button on the key, and the car door clicked unlocked. She swung herself inside, and then absolutely broke down crying, lifting her feet into the seat, crunching herself into a ball. It made me want to lash out on her parents for her.

I quickly got into the car, putting the key into the ignition.

'Hey, look at me.'

She shook her head.

'Look at me, love.'

She looked up at me, her face red and hot and wet.

'Love?'

I pursed my lips a bit. That had slipped out.

'When you know what you want, you can't waste time. You're what I want. And seeing you like this is really kind of crappy right now. I'm going to buy your plane ticket.'

She sniffled a bit, and then slowly pulled herself across the seat to hug me. I wrapped her up, being unusually affectionate. She needed it right now. And then she whispered something.

'Five?'

'Yeah?'

'I kind of love you.'

I stroked the curls on her head, which were thrown up into a messy bun. I felt something burn in my stomach, then up to my chest, and I felt warm inside. This had never happened before.

'Dory?'

'Yeah Five?'

'I kind of love you too.'

She nestled her head into my chest, nearly underneath my unzipped coat.

'C'mon. Let's get you to the airport.'

Dolores POV

The airport was busy, so near to the holidays. People rushing around, wanting to get to their families for some sort of joyous reunion or other. My visit had a different purpose.

I was able to compose myself on the outside, clearing up my crying and washing my face in the airport bathroom while Five went and registered us for the flight, and got tickets. We didn't have any luggage. While I was okay on the outside now, my mind broiled. I felt betrayed, more hurt than I'd ever experienced. And coming from my own parents, it really stung.

My whole life had been a lie.

I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, drying my face off, and then using the air dryer to run a warm breeze down my shirt. I was freezing cold, had just been able to stop shivering, and felt utterly miserable.

I was warmed for just a moment when we'd been in the car. Through my whole body and then some. I love him.

I ran the thought through my head as the air dryer continued to run.

I love him.

He loves me.

That's never happened before. Finally someone. Finally someone who's mine.

The air dryer finished up, and I fixed my hair up in the mirror. It was a mess. That hug from Five had absolutely destroyed my bun. I let my hair down, shaking the curls out. They fell over my shoulders, over the collar of the jacket he'd brought for me, down past my shoulder blades. I took a deep breath. Breathe. Just breathe.

I walked out of the bathroom, and he was waiting for me.

'Hey. We're ready to go. Flights to Milwaukee were easy to grab.'

'That's good.', I said, grabbing my ticket.

He'd insisted on going with me. He'd said that he wouldn't let me go alone, he didn't want me to get hurt. Maybe he didn't want me to hurt anyone else, either. Did he think I was a liability, or was he just showing me support?

I don't care. I'm glad he's going.

'We should get in line.'

'Okay. You go on. I'm going to go and get us something to drink while we wait.', I said, eyeing the Starbucks across the airport.

'You sure you don't want me to go?'

'Yeah. I'll go alone.'

'Okay. Take some money. Just get me a black coffee.'

'Alright.'

I set off to the Starbucks by myself. There was a pretty decent sized line. No worries.

As I got in the line, I saw Five turn and walk to get into the airport line. He carried bot of our tickets, striding confidently.

I stood for a minute in the line, taking my phone from my pocket, scrolling through social medias mindlessly.

'Excuse me, ma'am? Hon?'

A woman had approached me, a younger lady, looking distressed.

'Hello?'

'I'm so sorry to bother you. I'm just freaking out. I can't find my daughter. She's three years old, blonde curls, wearing a pink sweatshirt. Have you seen her?'

Oh my gosh. A little kid lost in the airport? Her mom must be so stressed. A pit formed in my stomach.

'No, I'm so sorry, I haven't seen her-'

'If you don't mind, will you help me look for her?'

Bold to ask that, seeing that I was waiting in the Starbucks line. But this was obviously important, and she was very obviously having an extremely hard time finding her. I looked back at Five, and he was standing in line with his back turned. He wouldn't see me if I left the line.

'Okay, yeah, I'll help.'

'Thank you so much, dear.', she said, placing a hand on my shoulder. She quickly started walking in the direction of the doors. Did she think she'd left the building?

'Where have you looked so far?'

'Everywhere, honey, I can't find her anywhere. We need to look outside.'

That's suspicious. But okay.

'Okay.', I said back, struggling to keep up with her. We stepped out of the airport doors, the cold wind whipping my hair around and stinging my face.

'Do you really think she would have ran out into the parking lot?', I asked, a suspicious tone in my voice. I was starting to get uncomfortable.

'Maybe she went out to our car. Come on.'

Now it was really suspicious.

'Ma'am, I'm not sure about this.'

'C'mon hon, I really need to find her.'

I didn't feel good about this. But I followed her out to her car.

It was an old black four door, really run down.

I looked in the windows, seeing nothing. I rubbed the back of my neck, stepping backwards.

'I don't think she's in here.'

'Yeah, but you are.'

What?

And then, a hand went over my nose and mouth holding a wetted cloth, and I barely had time to recognize what was going on until I was blacked out and shoved into the trunk of the car.