Both Castiel and I, simultaneously, almost snapped our necks by turning around alarmed, only to find a grinning Raphael, looking down upon us.

"Are you guys on a date? It's not really the appropriate place here," he whispered to us, after looking around.

I ignored his question and frowned at him. "What the heck are those clothes you're wearing?" I asked, in disgust.

"These were quite pricey, actually. I bought them at a costume shop," Raphael answered, looking down at his dirty, torn and holes-filled clothes, offended by my question.

"So you've been assigned to this harbour. Did you spot the guy we've been keeping tabs on?" As always, we could only count on Castiel to ask important questions.

"Oh, Boccaccio?" Raphael asked, surprised, "Nah, I'll be on a lookout for him since he may recognise me then."

"And there is also one of your neighbours who live in the same building as us," I inserted.

"Who?" Raphael asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know his name but he's handsome, with slight stubble, maybe a few years older than us and wore all black," I described. Castiel sighed beside me, tugging me back.

"We need to get going or else we'll be caught."

"And I need to get back to my job. It's my first day here after all," Raphael nodded and waved at us, as we continued our little walk.

It was tiring, being pulled by Castiel to hide behind ships and containers, every minute. I almost broke off running, yelling 'Where are the dope cookies? ' around.

"Don't look, they are on that white and blue ship, ten metres away," Castiel informed me, as we hid behind the red containers that were big enough for us to stand normally, instead of crouching on the ground, which was wet with some splashes of dirty seawater.

"So, we follow in?" I whispered.

Instead of replying, Castiel pushed me to the other corner of the container, just in time as some men passed by, carrying some boxes. I watched from the corner, as they emptied the ship while loading the black van and even my phone got a nice shot of them.

I saw most of the men heading over to the next ship and nudged Castiel, pointing to the ship where no one was present on board. He didn't say anything and instead, waited.

After a few minutes, he clutched my hand again and dragged me, running on the gangplank, landing on the ship with a soft thud. We ran across the deck to the other side, crouching behind a barrel.

"We need to get to the hold," Castiel whispered.

"Should we split?" I mumbled back.

"No way in hell. I'm not leaving you anywhere alone," he said harshly.

"How romantic of you to say that," I retorted sarcastically.

"The path to the lower area must be near the quarterdeck; let's move," Castiel said.

Voices coming from where we were headed made us retract in our steps. Searching around for a place to hide, I looked at the cabin beside me. I tried opening the door and luckily it did. I slid in swiftly, tugging Castiel along.

I immediately pinched my nose as the smell hit me, wanting to step out as swiftly as I got in. The stench of fish hit me hard in the nose, giving me a nauseous feeling. I definitely chose the wrong room.

Castiel pushed me deeper in; the voices were getting louder. We waited silently, in case they entered, but slowly, their voices faded until the silence reigned again.

"Let's get out. It's better being stuck in the dungeons than in this room," I exclaimed. But Castiel did not move. Instead, he was examining the crates. I never pegged him to be such an avid fish lover.

"What are you doing? We need to get out!" I hissed.

"The boxes at the back are not fish," he replied instead.

I approached him, looking around as well. I stuck my nose closer to the crate he was examining. Surprisingly, it didn't smell strong compared to the stench in the air. Castiel grabbed both sides of the crate and shook it. A sound of objects scuffling against each other was heard.

Something smelled fishy, no pun intended.

"Let's search the room for the crates that do not smell like fish," Castiel declared, moving to the other crater.

I shrugged and checked on the side of the room. I poked the suspicious boxes and cases around because I did not have the strength to move them.

Just as I was checking the small containers in the left corner, the door slammed open. I froze in place as a gruff voice echoed in the room.

"Abbiamo bisogno di tutte le casse di pesce trasferite in un'altra stanza."

I heard some footsteps approaching as they started moving the front crates away. I ducked down as my head almost got exposed when the crate covering me got moved.

"Perché c'è un buco in questo?" One of the men demanded, sharply. 

There was some hussle around, followed by the movement of containers. Something must have been wrong with those as the men examined the crates. Right in time, a squeak echoed in the room, halting what the men were doing. I wished to take a peek to see what was going on, but the grey thing that scurried past me told me enough.

"Sono sempre quei fottuti ratti," one of the men grunted. 

After a few seconds, the men took some crates and moved out. As soon as the door closed, Castiel appeared beside me. "We have to go now. They'll carry out their usual night patrol soon," he whispered.

We bolted out of the cabin and I took a deep breath of fresh air. We hid near the quarterdeck, and as soon as the men entered the cabin again, we ran to the main deck and jumped off the ship.

Halfway through our run, we got held up by an old man, who was glaring at us. He asked us a question, which seemed to mean what we were doing here. I glanced at Castiel and back at the man. "Sorry?" I cocked my head in confusion.

"I asked, 'What are you doing here?'" he responded, with impatience.

"We are actually on our honeymoon here, staying at the Del Luna Hotel. We were searching for a yacht to rent for some time," Castiel swiftly replied.

I looked at him. Really now? His hand pressed mine as a warning.

I gave the fakest lovely smile I could produce to the old man, leaning towards Castiel, my other hand clutching his arm, with fluttering eyes. I hoped I was able to project the lovey dovey expression well.

"At this time?" the old man grumbled, his expression full of doubts.

"Well, you know, it's always more romantic at night," I said, adding a sweet chuckle afterwards for impact.

"There are yachts on the other end of the harbour, and no one is allowed here at this time. Hurry along," the man gestured for us to go away.

"Thank you," Castiel nodded, and before I could ask why no one was allowed, the man walked away.

We continued sprinting through the harbour path and walked at a casual pace in the more lighted areas.

Hurried footsteps echoed behind us, and before I could turn around, a hand slung over my shoulders. A grimace came onto my face once the smell reached my nose. I pushed the hand away and glared at the culprit, standing a step away.

"I was hoping you guys wouldn't leave without me," Raphael grinned.

"I wish we could have left without you," Castiel stated, as we arrived at the car, away from suspicious eyes.

"Wait," I said before Raphael could get in. I reached for the towel at the back and laid it on the backseat. "There you go, no direct contact with the car, please," I gestured for him to enter. He rolled his eyes at me and ruffled my hair when he entered. I took a deep breath to calm myself and got in the passenger seat.

"I need a grand shower after all those smells I came in contact with. As for you, did they throw you in the bin, by any chance?" I muttered at Raphael, glancing back at his clothes, soiled and some parts wet.

"The state of the ships are like literal bins. That's the worst job I ever attempted. A rat even walked on my feet while it ran away when I was moving a container," he groaned. I shuddered with the thought of this almost happening to me.

"Take a thorough shower once we arrive," I commented.

"Don't think I'm the only one that smells," he retorted.

"Yours overpowers mine," I mocked him, rolling my eyes.

And that's how our polite exchange continued till we reached back to the apartment.

As we stepped foot there, I dashed to the bathroom before Castiel could do so. I spent a long time in there, making sure to get rid of the awful smell. I even sprayed some perfume around. After finishing, I sprawled down on the sofa, switching on the tv.

I almost dozed off when someone nudged me. I opened one eye.

"Move," Castiel said.

"What are these?" I pointed to the three other sofa chairs in the room.

"My apartment. My choice. So move."

I let my legs fall on the ground as Castiel took his place beside me. I rolled my legs around, to hang on the sofa's edge as I dozed off again.

Some mumbles and whispers, after a while, brought me back from my nap. As soon as I opened my eyes, I shot up straight when I saw Shooky and Raphael, sitting across from me.

"What are you guys discussing?" I asked, drowsily.

Raphael shushed me and continued speaking. I walked to my room and came back, throwing the packet on the table. Raphael stopped talking, eyeing the packet with great curiosity. Castiel grabbed the packet, analysing it.

"Where did you get that?" Shooky's gruffly voice resounded.

"The ship," I shrugged. Three pairs of glare were thrown at me.

"Relax," I held up my hands in defence, "a rat took the blame for it."

They still stared at me.

"I'm going to sleep," I muttered, heading back in my room silently.

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After buying a can of coke at the vending machine in the morning, I kept pacing back and forth on the ground floor as I searched about what I could do around or where I could go, on my phone. Castiel announced that I was to leave tomorrow and that my papers have been arranged so I was trying to make the most out of my one day.

Trying to meddle in the special agents' work served to no use. I was drily told by an honest man that I was disrupting their work, so I backed off with no arguments.

Most of the guys left for an urgent meeting at 5 am. That was a point to admire. Agents had to be morning people...or maybe night owls as well since their job demanded all twenty-four hours of their day.

I marched up the stairs to Castiel's apartment absentmindedly. As I made another turn, my eyes met those of the stranger. I halted in my steps, eyeing him cautiously. Should I make a run for it? But then, he did not know that I knew what he was hiding.

Acting casual, I lowered my gaze and continued walking, passing by him. But the stranger did not continue walking down the stairs. He stood still.

As I walked up, I eyed him from the corner of my eyes. Finally, he sighed and spoke.

"I know you tailed me last night."

By then, I was already some steps away. I froze. I blinked a few times, processing what he said.

"And I know that you went till the harbour and on the ships as well," he said. I felt his gaze on me as he turned around, though my back still faced him. I looked up the stairs; I could still make a run for it or even better, I could just scream.

"Don't you want to know why I led you to the harbour and I let you follow my trail?"

Okay, that was harsh; he was testing my weak point. But curiosity killed the cat. I should ignore him. But then, when did I ever turn head away when such secrets are revealed? They were, after all, useful information, for my dear agent friends.

I turned around, keeping a stoic look.

"Why?"

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A/N: 
Translations below: 

"Abbiamo bisogno di tutte le casse di pesce trasferite in un'altra stanza." = "We need all fish crates moved to another room."

"Perché c'è un buco in questo?" = "Why is there a hole in this?"

"Sono sempre quei fottuti ratti." = "It's always those fucking rats."