A/N: Okay, sorry, but I'm just reposting this because I didn't get the notification on my email that it went through. So, let's see if it works this time. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail or any of it's characters. Much to my dismay.

• Red String of Fate •

Special Agent Gray Fullbuster

Lucy Heartfilia, twenty-six, was currently sitting in the back of an ambulance truck wrapped in a fuzzy warm blanket. Behind her, the apartment complex that she resided in was reduced into flames. If it were any other day, she would've assumed it was Natsu's cooking. At least, that's what she wished it was.

But, no. It was a fucking bomb.

A fucking bomb.

Just, who does that?!

Yes, she may be the Heartfilia heiress and current owner of the Heartfilia Konzern, but last time she checked she had no psychopath enemy. As a matter of fact, she was on friendly terms with the Orland heiress, Minerva. They may have had their differences, but they hung out like regular people. Unless she was faking it all and was actually a creepy obsessed psycho who wanted nothing but to kill her rival in the marketing world.

Lucy frowned and glared at her dangling feet.

Oh, what the hell, it didn't matter someone was trying to kill her at the moment. She needed to call Levy and tell her she'd be having a sleepover for the next week before she could find a new place. That is, if the police would stop telling her to wait for the FBI. It was two in the morning for crying out loud!

She placed her call. "Hey Levy! Um, so, don't be alarmed that I'll be showing up at your place in an hour looking like complete shit, all right? ...I'll explain later, okay? Thanks, bye." The blonde sighed and gazed up at the starless sky. "What is my life?"

A throat cleared beside her. Lucy blinked and snapped her eyes to a nicely dressed individual who was – she rubbed her eyes – extremely handsome. She took in the the tousled raven hair, sharp midnight eyes, chiseled features, broad shoulders, and charismatic smile. And of course, the first words out of her mouth to this god-like individual were:

"Are you real?"

A crooked smile graced his lips, mirth dancing in his eyes.

"Yes, Ms. Heartfilia, I can assure you I'm very real."

"W-Who a-are you?" she stuttered nervously. Smooth, Lucy. Smooth.

Oh my god, what was wrong with her. She had dealt with far more intimidating people in business deals and negotiations, but she couldn't even compose herself with this random hot guy. She mentally slapped herself.

He pulled out his badge. "Special Agent Gray Fullbuster."

"So you were the reason I couldn't leave," Lucy stated.

He chuckled. "Yes, that'd be me."

"How can I help you?"

"I was given the task to inform you–"

"That someone's trying to kill me."

Gray blinked before raising a brow. "Yes." He stared at her. "You seem to have come to terms with it."

Lucy gave a dry laugh. "Yeah, about twenty minutes ago. But I really don't give a shit about it at the moment because all I want to do is eat and sleep." She looked at him. "You better make this fast buddy."

He chuckled, pulling out a notepad and pen. "As you wish..." He skillfully twirling a pen between his fingers. "Any idea of who would want to hurt you? Business rivals? Some relative family not liking you have all the cash?"

"I'd hate to suspect her, but..." Lucy sighed. "Minerva Orland. She's my main competitor in the marketing world, but we've been on good terms for three years now." She looked Gray dead in the eye with a pained smile. "As for family, it's just me."

"Are you sure no one else comes to mind?"

Her brows furrowed. "Midnight and his Oracion Seis Company maybe. They're not excitedly the nicest people to do business with, but they've gotten better."

"Were you inside your complex at the time of the bomb?"

"Yes, in the hall, but several doors down."

His eyes took note of her bandaged head before his eyes bored into hers. "It seems like someone has been watching you. They had a pretty close estimate to when you'd get back home. What time do you usually come back?"

"Around midnight."

"The receptionist at the desk stated you arrived about a hour later."

"I had extra work to finish up."

"Ms. Heartfilia, you may not like this, but by what you're telling me, it seems your alleged assassin may have lived in the same building as you. It would have been easy for them to watch you."

Lucy paled, staring off into space. "Oh god..."

"What is it?"

"Mard Geer..." She looked at Gray. "He's the CEO at Tartaros Corporations. He lives...er lived here too."

Gray gave her a ghost of a smile. "It seems we've found our prime suspect." He looked at the burnt down building behind her. "And now that your place has been reduced to ashes, where will you be staying?"

"With a friend. Her name's Levy McGarden."

Gray whistled. "That famous author?"

"The one and only," Lucy grinned.

"Address?"

"Um, 180 Magnolia Avenue."

"Email: lucy-dot-heartfilia at hkonzern dot org?"

"Yes."

"And if we need to contact you, a good number would be: 425-206-1598?

"Yes."

"You're single?"

"Yes." She stopped and blinked. "Wait, what?!"

Gray clicked his pen. "Well, that's all I needed to know." He smirked and began walking away. "Thank you for your cooperation, Ms. Heartfilia."

"H-Hey, stop right there!" Lucy yelled, flustered. "What the hell was that?! HEY! I was talking to you!"

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you enjoyed this one. It was a lot of fun to write. It was hard trying to keep Gray professional, but then I thought of a way for him to show his interest by, you know, doing his job, aka interrogation XD Once again, if you have any questions or concerns, just PM me. Thanks everyone and stay tuned for many more to come!