Author's Note: I mentioned that something was coming in the latest chapter of Weathered by the Storm. This is a story I've been playing around with for a while now. It's a bit of fun with the Harry/Fleur pairing in a Cyberpunk world. Overall, it will be a relatively short fic, but I've learnt not to estimate exactly how long it will be. I'm often wrong. On another note, The Focus of a Healer, and Weathered by the Storm will be updating soon.

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The Meet

Lizzie's Bar, Watson, Night City

23:00

"Green," called Jade over the loud music from behind the bar as she poured the man in question a glass of whiskey. "Have a look at this one."

A dark-haired man looked up at the mention of his moniker and peered over his shoulder towards the entrance.

A lone figure stepped out from the reception area and left the large heavy doors to close silently behind her. The flashing club lights glimmered as they refracted off her platinum blonde hair, creating a mesmerizingly psychedelic effect.

His deep-emerald eyes scanned her through the smoke of intoxicating perfumes in the space. He didn't have to think long about where she came from and what she was. Her face was immaculate, high-cheeked, with sharp eyes, unwavering as she strode forward. If her face and poise wasn't clear enough, her attire was a dead giveaway…Business suit with gold trimmings? Expensive. He could certainly appreciate the low-cut neckline which offered just enough of a view to be both seductive and yet strictly professional.

"A Corpo," he concluded curiously. "Don't see too many of those coming down here."

Jade bit her lip. "Corpo or not, that's a preem piece of ass. Think she'd be willing to star in a BD? We'd be rolling in Eddies."

He chuckled as he raised his glass to take a sip. "Tight-assed looking woman like that? In a braindance? Not a chance."

"You sure?" teased the pretty bartender, leaning forward over the counter. "Willing to bet on it? Get Judy out of her little den down below and see if Miss 'tight ass' won't bend."

Green frowned and leaned in until he could feel her breath on his skin. "I ain't falling for that shit again. I still haven't replaced that Omaha you won off me, was my favourite piece too."

"You haven't?" teased Jade smirkingly with a flick to his nose before straightening up.

Always one to twist the knife, she reached behind her and slid the Omaha out of a holster and began wiping it down with a cloth. "Pity…"

The glare she received in answer only made her smirk widen. Her eyes widened for a sliver of a second before she schooled her expression. "Eye's up, she's on her way over and got her eyes glued to you."

Green checked the reflection in a glass liquor bottle on the shelf. His cybernetically enhanced eyes zoomed and focused the image, giving him a clear view of her approach. She moved with the grace of a dancer, light on her feet and confident. Now if only she didn't seem to be a woman on a mission and headed straight for him.

A Corpo who wanted something? Those fucks usually spelled trouble; and he was having such a relaxing night.

Jade offered him a sympathetic look as the woman stopped beside him.

"Are you Green?" Her voice was accented, definitely European, but he couldn't place it exactly, not with only three words.

Green turned his head, his green eyes meeting the blonde's ceruleans. Her posture changed slightly as she studied his features. He sensed… relief?

"Depends," he replied. "Who's asking?"

"Green eyes, a scar on zhe fore'ead, and dark 'air. You fit zhe description."

'French,' he realised.

"Since you're so sure you know who I am," stated Green amusedly. "How about you take a seat, order yourself something to drink, and tell me who you are and then what you want?"

He watched as she glanced at the empty bar stool before placing her perfect behind on the offered seat.

"Fleur Delacour," she introduced herself in a matter-of-factly manner.

He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling there was a bit of false bravado there too. Perhaps the unfamiliar setting had her trying to keep an air of importance?

"Well, Fleur Delacour, do you want something to drink?" he asked, gesturing to Jade who stood with an open bottle of tequila in her hand.

As Green intended, his timely interruption seemed to mildly startle her, who only now seemed to notice the bartender.

She blinked as her eyes roamed Jade's form, absorbing every bit of her punkness. Not anyone could make the Mox look work as well as Jade did. Purple hair, piercings and tattoos visible through the ample cleavage offered by the tiny thing she considered a top. Everybody needs a moment to take in Jade, he mused.

"Uh, Vodka please, Luvschenko."

"Babe, this is Lizzie's, we have Bolshevik."

The Corpo frowned. "It'll do."

Jade grabbed a bottle off one of the shelves, it was brown with a bearded, and horned man on the label. She kept her eyes on her latest patron as she unscrewed the cap and poured the clear liquid into a glass.

She observed as the Frenchwoman raised the crystal tumbler to her mouth, pausing just a moment to breathe in its aroma. Biting the bullet, she took a tiny sip and scrunched her nose.

Green grinned into his own glass, hiding it from her sight.

"Now that you have your drink," voiced Green. "Mind telling me what you want with a small-time merc like me? Don't get me wrong, I never complain when a woman as beautiful as yourself comes looking for me, but something tells me this is strictly biz."

"Is zhere somewhere where we can speak in private?" she asked, giving the bar a searching glance.

He nodded and stood, grabbing his whiskey. "We'll be in room five," he said to Jade.

"Call me if you need anything, and don't forget, there's always still time to get Judy up here," suggested the bartender with a wink.

"How could I?'' chuckled Green as he walked towards the back, not even checking to see if he was being followed.

As they entered a long hallway lined with semi-translucent doors and a couple of Mox members and stray clubbers, he could hear the tap of her shoes behind him indicating that she did in fact follow him. A particularly drunk patron sought to try his luck and get a little handsy with the stunning blonde. He turned to observe, curious to see how she would handle it.

The drunkard had barely said a word when Fleur slammed her palm into his throat with a force that sent him slamming into the wall. He slid down in coughing fit, struggling to draw breath with a painful sounding wheeze. Without sparing a single glance, Fleur stepped over him and continued on her way.

Harry grinned, that was far too smooth to be the first time she'd landed a strike like that.

They walked by several rooms, some were occupied by groups lounging on couches and drinking, while others had only one person inside with their heads leant back, a visor covering their eyes as they enjoyed whichever braindance had caught their fancy.

"In here," said Green as he waved his hand in front of one of the doors.

A shirtless man with an array of cheap cybernetics marring his flesh turned to protest the interruption but his scowl fell away as soon as his eyes fell on Green.

She recalled the conversation she had with her intelligence contact. The dossier had provided pretty much everything there was to know about this 'Green', bar his actual name. There was a detail explaining him having been raised by The Mox gang though.

"Out," rasped Green, and with that the man and his group of acquaintances grabbed their things and left, with the door closing behind them.

He gestured for her to sit while he turned to a panel in the wall next to the door. He touched a spot on the wall which lit up and the previously transparent door became fully opaque. A notification popped up in front of Fleur's eyes, visible only to her, it said she'd been disconnected from the network.

Fleur was seriously impressed. She wasn't expecting a fully functional black room in some dump of a bar.

The roguish merc removed a pack of cigarettes from a jacket pocket and lit one up with a small, and what Fleur would consider an antique lighter.

Green held the pack out towards her, clearly offering her a cigarette.

She shook her head, "No, thank you."

"You sure?" he mumbled through the tight lips that held his cigarette before taking it in between his fingers. "It's the real stuff. None of that synthetic, flavoured crap."

"I don't smoke."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged before he removed his jacket and planted himself on the couch across from her, with his legs stretched out in front of him in a manner that screamed comfort over conformity. He spread his arms, resting them atop the couch's backrest. Without his jacket, the holster that carried his Lexington was fully visible.

Fleur stared at him, before noticing his expectant gaze. A raise of an eyebrow later, she determined to end her treading of water and begin negotiations.

"I want you to 'elp me retrieve somezhing zhat was stolen from me."

Green raised his brow questioningly as he breathed out slowly, savouring the taste of good tobacco. "That's vague but… I'll bite. But why come to me? You're backed by far more… sophisticated people. Why bother with a small time merc such as myself"

Her face remained impassive, but a smile formed in her mind. "Using my own people would needlessly draw attention. I need somebody who can disappear in a crowd, be seen but instantly forgotten. I'll be zhe first to admit that we don't exactly do covert very well. So, I 'ave to turn to someone who doesn't stand out but is still excellent at what they do."

A smug smile formed on his lips as she provided a clear-cut explanation. "My, my, what an eloquent way of calling me a gutter rat. But that's fair, we can't all be the ones to sip on high-end spirits and laugh at bottom feeders," Green took a sip of his drink and peered at her over his glass, "But you still haven't really answered my question. There are plenty of small time mercs. Why come specifically to me?"

Fleur sighed, "You were recommended by a friend, you saved her from Scavs a few weeks ago."

"Hmm, fair enough," said Green, taking her word for it, he did in fact save a small group of people from a bunch of Scavs fairly recently. Though he wasn't alone on that gig, he'd worked with Jackie and V. But he'd leave it at that, no point in nit-picking.

He took a drag on his cigarette before exhaling slowly, the smell of woody, toasted tobacco filled the air. It was a surprisingly agreeable smell, Fleur noted.

"Now, this gig," he continued. "Give me the deets, I won't accept anything until I know what exactly I'll be getting myself into."

Fleur fished a shard out of her pocket and held it out for him. Green downed the last of his drink, the whiskey sliding down his throat in a pleasant burn that warmed his chest. He placed his empty glass on the table with a loud clunk before accepting the shard from her.

"Give me a minute," he said and slid it into the slot behind his right ear. Immediately, his eyes glowed as the world faded away while he viewed the information within, while he heard a voice-over by Fleur explaining.

[The blueprints of an apartment building, an exceptionally large apartment. Three stories, big open area with a pool, tons of statues, four car garage, ridiculous amount of security. Proximity sensors, armed defences, a network of cameras, heat and motion sensors, access points with biometric locks…]

"The 'ouse belongs to Felix Kristiansen, an old family friend and fellow engineer at Biotechnica."

[The scene shifted to display a black box, the kind used for precious cargo, far too big to be concealed, not without active camo cloth, even then moving it would be cumbersome.]

"Somezhing very important to me was stolen. I don't know 'ow it was done and who did it, but I know zhat some'ow Felix is zhe culprit. 'E is not aware zhat I am onto 'im, but zhe nature of zhe package ensures zhat 'e will be attempting to move it soon. Zhe only consolation is zhat 'e does not 'ave a buyer yet."

[An image of Felix, rather short, with a trimmed goatee and side combed hair, he looked like a run of the mill Corpo Rat.]

"It's Felix's birzhday zhis Friday. I'm allowed a plus one, and zhat is where you come in. 'E 'as a vault on zhe premise, and I 'ave zhe details regarding it."

[Said vault's schematics appeared, underground, entrance is beneath his bed, password and biometric lock.]

Green panned the diagram and searched for routes from the vault to an exit. It was far… He moved it around again and checked for windows, balconies. He found two which were reasonable. 'Okay, it's not impossible,' he thought. 'Just fucking difficult…'

While he viewed the shard, Fleur took the opportunity to really get a look at him. He was fit, with dark messy hair and green eyes. Though physical attributes could easily be changed these days. It's why she took a special satisfaction in the fact that her appearance was entirely natural.

She thought of his name, Green, it was clearly tied to the eyes, she wondered if his natural eye colour was in fact green, the colour suited him enough that it seemed plausible, if rare. He dressed simply, dark synth-denim pants, boots, sleeveless black tank-top which spelt Samurai, some old band if she recalled correctly. The jacket which he'd discarded on the couch, when her scanner ran over it, was to her surprise in fact real leather.

The detail about him that stood out the most to her was a tattoo on the inside of his forearm and another around the base of his neck and collarbone.

'Lily flowers? They've been extinct for decades.'

Her thoughts were interrupted when Green removed the shard from his neck.

"Before we move any further." He waved the shard. "How reliable is this information?"

"It's reliable, I 'ave my sources. Zhey don't make mistakes."

"...Very well. Now, to clarify exactly," he said seriously. "You want me to enter as your date, sneak into the vault, and recover what it is that was stolen?"

To Green's confusion, Fleur shook her head. "Not exactly. I want you to enter as my date, you and I will sneak into zhat vault, recover what was stolen and get out."

"Oh, woah woah, not a chance. This—" Green waved the shard around "—Is crazy enough as it is without a rookie tag-along."

Fleur bristled at his dismissal of her skills. "I'm not some useless pretty face alright, besides, you'll need me," she insisted with a chill in her voice.

"And why's that?" replied Green abruptly.

"I may not be a netrunner, but I am capable of bypassing zhe encryption algorithms used on zhe vault's lock."

Green met her eyes in a stand-off. Fleur stared back with a confident defiance, not backing down in the slightest.

"Fine," relented Green, causing a triumphant smile to blossom on Fleur's face. Green didn't say it, but he liked a woman with a backbone, and she was very beautiful.

"Do you have a plan for getting out?"

Fleur shook her head, "I was 'oping you had an idea, getting us into zhe party and into zhe vault is my part, zhe rest I leave in your capable 'ands. You are zhe professional, after all."

Harry knew a challenge when he saw one. He met her eyes and stared before a grin formed on his face. "Very well, have to earn my pay. Hmm, buildings like this will stop any aerial departures that aren't authorised, so an AV is out."

Green's eyes glowed as he pulled up a map of Night City. "I've already checked for exits. The package is far too large to move it through the party, unless you don't mind a very messy gunfight, and I'd rather avoid that. We'll 'ave to use a window or balcony, there are two which could work."

He paused as he needed to look something up. Fleur watched on expectantly while she waited for him to continue.

"The apartment block on the North side, the span is 120m edge to edge. City has it listed as on-going construction. It'll be quiet at night, we can cross over to it. Set up a zipline… You are comfortable with heights? Because if you freeze, I will push you."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. But 'ow would we bring in a zipline?"

"Easy, they're laser guided and remote operated, it'll be set up at the construction site, until we need it."

Fleur got increasingly excited as they discussed, with each decision made, and solution found, another layer of her misgivings fell away. She glanced at the merc in front of her, she had heard that mercs were all about the money, but the young man in front of her had not even mentioned it.

"Now about my pay? 30'000, half up front, half at the end."

'Aaaaand there it is…' Fleur sighed internally.

"20'000," she countered.

"30."

Fleur shook her. "22, I've already done most of zhe legwork"

"30," countered Green, without budging.

She opened her mouth ready to counter, when he cut her off. "Look, you're asking for a high-risk infiltration at a Corpo's estate which demands I make certain expensive preparations. Now I usually also work alone or if necessary, with other mercs. You're a civie asking to be a part of it. That's an added risk, it's going to cost you."

"Fair, but trust me, I can 'old my own," she added with a confidence that couldn't be faked.

"One more thing, we'll need a netrunner to bypass the building security. Now, a gig like this, they gotta be good, and they gotta be someone we can trust, and there's only one I know who's both. Hamlet."

"You're certain they can be trusted?"

"With my life."

The conviction with which he said that was enough to convince Fleur. But that left another question. "And what will that cost me?"

Green shook his head. "It's included," he said, surprising her. "There isn't much time for planning, so unless you have somewhere you need to be, it's best we bring Hamlet in now, netrunners are busy people."

Fleur nodded her agreement and watched as Green lifted the communications block on the room before staring off into space for a few moments, no doubt on a call to his netrunner.

"It's a go, we're good on that front."

"Magnifique," smiled Fleur, it seemed everything was coming together nicely. "Do you 'ave everyzhing we need?"

"Almost, I'll need to pick up a few things, and if you're serious about being involved…"

She stiffened, expecting him to try and deny her again, but was pleasantly surprised when he didn't.

"Meet me out front tomorrow, 9am."

The Street in front of Lizzie's Bar, Watson, Night City

09:15

Fleur Delacour tapped her foot in irritation. Green was late.

Her mind drifted to thoughts of the mercenary and despite her current irritation, she had to admit something to herself. He was… interesting. She considered herself an exceptional judge of character, not just in personality or morality, but also in potential. And if her instincts were right, which they usually are, Green was a true diamond in the rough.

It also helped that he was very easy on the eyes. Had her sister Gabrielle met him, she would be head over heels within an instant. She could just see it…

She shook her head from side to side, clearing her thoughts of the attractive merc and glanced around in anticipation. It wasn't often she found herself in areas such as these, mostly it was simply her driving through them, and usually at night, when a lot of the character was hidden.

Watson, much like the rest of Night City, was nocturnal, its people rested during the daylight hours, readying themselves for when the sun descended, and the glow of neon illuminated the streets. She loved it, there was no place out there which had the same life to it as NC did.

But now, out in the daylight, everything, the bones which the city was built on were laid bare for her to see. Bits of litter lay piled up in random nooks and crannies. Screens in windows and on walls played their advertisements on repeat, the same old nonsense meant to take one's mind off reality.

Where she stood wasn't too far disconnected from the districts she frequented, it was still Night City, only dirtier and with more unsavoury individuals milling about. But she wasn't afraid, not in the slightest, were any of them to try anything beyond annoying flirtations. They would find out exactly what it meant to cross her.

Some commotion drew her attention, and she noticed one of NC's finest, the corrupt uniformed blue arguing with some guy beside a car, something about said car had clearly not been to the officer's approval if the body language was to be understood.

A catcalling whistle sounded from the other direction, and Fleur suppressed a groan at yet another passer-by who thought they stood a chance. At least most who attempted were driven off with nothing more than a single focused glare, reduced to grumbling as they swaggered off.

Right as she was about to be forced to deal with the unkempt man, a motorbike came to a sudden stop in front of her. It was red and sleek with the word YAIBA written across the side, and a familiar lily flower etched into the paintwork. She caught sight of the same lily flower tattoo on the rider's inner arm. It was Green, she realised, who had arrived on top of a heavily modded Kusanagi.

He raised the visor of his helmet and gave a wink. "Hey there."

Despite his obviously flirtatious greeting, her eyes narrowed down on him and gave him a sharp disapproving stare. "You're late."

The stranger who had been about to hit on her paused in his stride, his eyes widened almost comically, his lips pulled to a fearful grimace which he quickly attempted to school as he made a sharp turn about and scurried off with his metaphoric tail between his legs.

'Again?' Fleur wondered.

This had been the second time people had noticed the merc and determined they'd rather be anywhere but within his crosshairs. Her gaze left the shrinking form of the stranger that had all but run away and returned to the alluring emerald eyes of the man she had sought out to help her. She couldn't reason why he'd strike such fear in others, his file certainly hadn't alluded to anything. Dealing with him, he'd been nothing but amicable to her, despite the obvious general dislike for Corpos, but that was more of a general consensus, Corpos held somewhat of a stigma amongst the populace.

"I had to take care of some things for the gig," he said, barely paying the departing urchin any attention. He reached to the side of the bike and removed a stored helmet, the smooth black carbon alloy began unfolding, reconfiguring itself to be worn. He handed it to her, drawing a raised eyebrow. It was purple and featured LED cat ears.

"It's Jade's and the only one on hand, now hop on."

Fleur glared at him, something she realised she'd been doing an awful lot for a single morning. She almost wished he'd been a bit later, tearing that last man a new one would have been therapeutic.

With a sigh, she slid the helmet onto her head, and found that it interfaced with her implants, connecting her vision to the built-in optic sensors. She was impressed, it was almost as if she wasn't wearing a helmet at all.

Climbing onto the bike behind him, he twisted his wrist and released the clutch to pull away.

"So, what's with you and zhat bartender, you're together?"

"Jade?" he answered with a hint of surprise in his voice. "Nah, nothing serious, she spends the night sometimes."

"Hm..." If he expected her to follow it up, he would be disappointed. Instead, Fleur merely allowed herself to relax and enjoy the ride. She'd never actually been on a bike, and she could certainly feel the appeal. The wind against her skin, the vibrations which coursed through her body. The way people and buildings, and sounds seemed to come and go, left behind as they flew past. It was freeing in a sense, almost disconnected from the regular bustle of traffic that always served to irritate her.

She savoured the feeling.

As she had her arms wrapped around Green, her breasts squished against his back, she could feel the strength in his form. Perhaps it was the adrenaline, perhaps it was her subconscious desire to be more adventurous.

An idea formed in her mind, one which would certainly make the ride with him even more enjoyable.

She tightened her grip, pressing herself further into his back, melding her body to him and the bike. A bit of his tank top had ridden up on the side, so Fleur took the opportunity to place her hand directly on his skin, rejoicing in the pleasurable shiver she'd felt pass through him.

She could sense his coiled desire to let loose; it was in the little motions, in the way his body twitched in the direction of an opening. The way she felt his core stiffen when the road was straight. The way he'd pull her forward as he leaned into the bike.

'He's holding back.'

It would not do.

"You know," she said, her voice transmitting to his helmet. "You can ride faster."

"Sure?" he asked, his head tilting to the side as he looked at her in his periphery. There was no hiding the hint of excitement in his voice.

"Mhm, I like going fast."

The seductive undertone was not missed.

Green looked forward without another word and leaned lower into the bike. She felt the corded muscles in his leg shift as he tilted his foot down and dropped a gear. The bike screamed as the rumble coursed through her body. She tightened her grip around Green's chest at the sudden change in speed.

Fleur wasn't lying when said she liked going fast. Though she didn't have a motorbike, she did drive a Quadra on the weekends. It wasn't a Rayfield, but it was still an extremely fast car, and she loved it. Even if it gave her parents grey hairs whenever she got in behind the wheel.

Though, it still didn't compare to the feel of the bike she was now a passenger on. She wanted one.

"Alright back there?" asked Green, his voice loud in her ears, snapping her out of the feel of rushing past traffic in the synth-alcohol fuelled two wheeled monstrosity.

"Ow much for zhe bike?" she asked, drawing a rumbling laughter which she could feel pass through her. She liked it.

"It's not for sale, but I'll help you get your own if you'd like. I know a guy." He sounded boyishly excited in that moment.

'Men and their toys,' she thought. Well, she couldn't judge.

"Mhm, please," she answered, realising that she likely just raised Green's opinion of her significantly in that moment. Well, it wasn't a ploy, she really did want one.

Despite the speed, which to some, would be considered outright suicidal. She loved every second of it. This was far better use of her time than those nonsense Pilates sessions her mother dragged her to. Even if a single wrong move would likely mean their deaths as they were thrown face first into the nearest flat surface.

Before she knew it, the bike began to slow, as Green flicked the shifter down, dropping gears and coming to a stop.

"We're here." She could hear a grin in his voice.

Fleur looked around the area as she climbed off the bike before him and removed her helmet. With an upturn to her lips that couldn't be hidden, she ran her fingers through her hair, and savoured the feel of the air against her skin.

Storing the helmet, she was a tad ashamed to admit that she'd gotten so absorbed in the feel, the thrill of riding a bike at speed, that she'd failed to pay attention to their heading. The area she ultimately found herself in, to her surprise, was one she knew.

"What are we doing 'ere?" asked Fleur testily as she looked up at the apartment building where Felix stayed.

"The files you gave me were great and all, but I need to see it in person. You never know what you might find. It seems we're in luck too, the construction work—" He pointed towards the next building over. "—Happens to be halted on account of a salary disagreement."

"Hm, zhat's… Convenient."

Fleur leaned against one of the bare brick walls as a slight breeze ghosted across her skin, causing her hair to tickle her neck. She took a deep breath and savoured the air. It always tasted cleaner with a bit of altitude.

In front of her, Green was faced away as he canvassed Felix's apartment. She was impressed with the quiet seriousness with which he worked. He may be 'small time', but he certainly operated like a professional. Though she doubted a real pro would be doing his observations while biting into a vending machine burrito…

She looked down at the still sealed Burrito XXL which dangled in one of her hands. She flipped it over to check the ingredients and winced. Nothing but preservatives, fake meats, and flavour enhancers.

"Your sources missed something," said Harry without looking away from the building, and biting into his meal.

"What is it?" she asked, strategically tossing her burrito off the side of the building, ignoring the crash and curses from far below.

"Kristiansen's apartment has security beams over the balconies and windows, and not the detection kind. The burns-like-a-bitch if you touch 'em kind."

Focusing her enhanced eyes, Fleur noticed several small circles at the edges of the balcony door and window frames.

"Will zhey be a problem?"

"No." Green shook his head. "Not by themselves. It's what they represent… That's preem Militech gear. Expect more."

Green quieted and Fleur realised he was on a call.

"Hamlet says we're still clear, but since it's on a closed network. We'll have to jack into an access point and open a connection. I can handle that."

"Will I get to meet zhis 'Amlet?"

As she asked that, the annoying sound in her head of an incoming call rang out. How she hated that noise, it was 2077 and they still couldn't change the tone from that horrific default.

She didn't recognize the number, and there was no pre-registered name attached to it.

"Âllo?"

"Good morning, Miss Delacour, you wanted to speak with me?" greeted a soft, smoky voice which surprised Fleur. She didn't expect the mysterious Hamlet to be a woman, especially one who sounded so… alluring, and English...

"You are 'Amlet?"

"I am."

"I assume Green gave you my number?"

"He didn't need to."

Fleur frowned, the implications were worrying. She checked her own status, and realised thankfully, that Hamlet must have found her number elsewhere. Her impromptu investigation had taken a tad longer than the pause usually done in conversation.

"Is there anything specific you need me for?" queried Hamlet, breaking the short silence. "Or were you simply interested in a courtesy call?"

"…"

"Well, if you aren't going to ask—"

"Non—Wait, are you sure you can 'andle zhe security? I need to know, or I'll be forced to use one of my contacts, and I'd razher not."

"It's nothing I haven't done before," came a serious response. "But if you'd prefer, by all means, ask Harry."

She blinked and observed the mercenary who she'd known solely as Green.

"So, he does have a real name…"

"He does—" and Fleur realised she'd said her musings aloud, how embarrassing.

"It's far better than that ridiculous alias he goes by," continued Hamlet, no doubt scrunching her nose wherever she was. "I refuse to call him by it."

"I appreciate zhe classics, but 'Amlet is not an improvement…"

"What's this? Are you defending him?" asked Hamlet excitedly.

"Is someone interested in the sexy green-eyed mercenary?" she pressed. "He is something, I don't blame you."

"I am not," stated Fleur, though she did glance at Harry's form. He had a roguishness to him that she couldn't deny she found very appealing, it was so unlike the stiff men she was used to dealing with.

"Aha," laughed Hamlet. "Let's go with that"

This Hamlet reminded Fleur an awful lot of her sister in that moment. It was incredibly disconcerting.

"Don't worry that pretty head of yours," continued the amused voice to Fleur's increasing irritation. "Harry's single."

"…I didn't ask," grumbled Fleur, furrowing her brow. She was never good at dealing with teasing people, it's why her own sister often managed to one-up her.

"I know, but it's the answer you were looking for."

Fleur sighed, "If you say so." Best to just leave it at that, any further denial would only exacerbate her plight.

"Oh, one more thing, since you're working together, and you seem like a perfectly reasonable individual, albeit in need of a loosening up. Do you mind being a dear, and forcing Harry to eat something that doesn't come from a vending machine?"

Fleur looked at 'Harry' again and the can of NiCola he was drinking. "I'll do my best…"

"Thank you, you know, I think we're going to get on just fine. Anyhow, that was all. Unless you have something else you want to ask of me? Mind you, I might not answer."

"Non, nothing."

"Well, you have my number now, it was nice speaking to you."

"Oh, same, Au Revoir—"

The call ended.

"Hamlet?" she heard Green, no Harry, ask.

"Mhm."

"I hope she didn't say anything weird," he leaned against a construction beam and crossed his arms.

Fleur heard Hamlet's insinuations as she eyed the way his toned arms which were on display flexed, the way it felt to wrap herself around him, with his skin beneath her fingers. She felt the heat build in her chest.

"Non, nozhing weird."

Harry shrugged.

"Are we done 'ere?" She glanced around them.

He blinked in surprise. "Oh, yeah, there's nothing more we can see from here. I'll come back early Friday and leave some things here."

"Bien," Fleur stopped leaning against the wall, and dusted herself off. She tugged at the waist of her skin-tight pants as she adjusted them ever so slightly. She noticed the way Harry's eyes followed the sway of her hips and grinned. She had a body to die for, and she knew it, whether people thought her vain was irrelevant.

"Come," she said, already on her way to the construction elevator. "We might just make it in time for lunch."

"Lunch?" Harry stepped in line with her, "We just ate," he spluttered.

"Oui," she lied smoothly, "But I am still 'ungry."

"That wasn't half bad," said Harry as they stood outside a little restaurant in the Plaza area.

Fleur graced him with a small smile, in a particularly good mood after eating one of her favourite takeout's. She figured Harry would find that to his taste over one of the stuffier restaurants further uptown, where decorum weighed on your shoulders.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," she responded. "Do you need me for anyzhing, or are we done for zhe day? I do 'ave a few zhings to do."

"We're done," he answered with a nod.

"One last zhing," she trailed her eyes across his body. "You'll need to get fitted for somezhing more formal. I'm sending you zhe details to my tailor–"

He blinked, the notification appearing in his vision right as she said that.

"I've already spoken with 'im, 'e will be expecting you."

Harry opened his mouth to protest.

"Consider it a gift."

"Besides, I 'ave a reputation to up'old," she smiled, daring him to argue, the stubbornness in her beautiful blue eyes were clear as day. "Pierre is a notorious gossip, news of my new beau would be known wizhin an 'our of zhe fitting."

He knew she was right, he'd relent, best not to argue with this. "Alright then."

"Meet me at my place on Friday, six pm? I'll 'ave a car ready to take us."

"Works for me. I'm going to review the building plans with Hamlet, six pm gives us enough time to run over things before leaving. That reminds me, take this." He removed a data shard from his pocket and handed it to her.

"What is it?" She inspected the smooth shard in her hand, noticing a small emblem, 'Militech?'

"Training shard. Ideally, we should be in and out without having to fire a gun, but things don't always run as smoothly as planned. Run through the drills on that shard, it'll get you up to scratch on handling iron."

Fleur crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side. The angle exposing her collar bone, the bit of smooth skin on display caused his eyes to flick there. Something she did not miss.

"I 'ave fired a gun before, just so you know. I recall mentioning zhat I am more zhan capable of 'andling myself," she said with a spoiled girl defiance that he couldn't help but find amusing and endearing.

Harry smirked, the light in his eyes betrayed his enjoyment. "Excuse me, but I'd rather be extra prepared. Regardless, it'll help you shake off the dust."

He could feel the heat in her eyes bounce off his skin. "Consider it a gift from me," he grinned.

Fleur continued to glare at him without response, he was throwing her own words back at her. A small smile began its tug on the corner of her mouth. Only a merc would consider a firearm training shard as gift material.

"Alright zhen." She turned her head to the side in order to hide her smile. It did nothing to hide it in her voice though.

"I'll see you on Friday."

"You don't need a ride?" asked Harry as he climbed onto the back of his bike.

Fleur looked down the road and for a moment nursed the idea to call for a Delamain cab but decided against it after seeing Harry's expectant eyes. She shrugged and took the helmet she'd used earlier from the bike's storage. It unfolded from its flat, easy to store form and she slid it back on as she squeezed herself onto the back and slid her arms around him.

A shiver coursed through her slender form as the bike rumbled to life. She tightened her grip, revelling in the tingle as the power between her legs and within her arms begged to be let loose.

She could get used to this.