The British accent is much of a treat to the ears when it isn't really faked. And Love used her supernatural hearing to listen to the man who wore a designer suit, as he talked to the bartender, of how he would please a Vesper right away. Classy, real classy. Love thought.

The man was a womanizer, an Love was no exception to his charms. She couldn't help but check him out as he leaned on the bar top. And that accent and the gentlemanliness. All of it was infatuating. Making her way to the bar to get to know him better, she thought of ordering a Vesper, like he did. But before she could reach him, another woman was already talking to him. Thought Love wanted to work on him as a case, but she did feel the envious of the woman who took her chance. 

Acting natural, she sat on the other side of the man, leaving one chair in between. Rolling her eyes at the woman who flirted her way through the martini she drank, occasionally touching the gentleman on his chest or shoulder. Narrowing her eyes at her petty little acts, Love didn't remove gaze from her hand that rest on the man's shoulder even when she excused herself to the washroom. 

"Is there a problem?" The womanizer asked as he noticed the annoyance on Love's face.

"What?" Love was drawn out of her thoughts by him. 

"Are you alright Miss...."

"Love," she completed his sentence.

"Ah, much more than a name," he said.

"Sorry?" Love asked him to repeat as she wasn't sure what that meant.

"Should be," he said sipping his vesper.

"For?" She asked.

"Love," the man said as he wasn't able to make her understand the basics of flirting. "So would you like a drink?" The man asked.

"I don't think your date would appreciate that," Love said pointing at the glass the woman was sipping from. 

"Oh, we aren't together, if that's what you mean." He stated. 

The blue eyes met Love's just at the right time. The thought of mind reading him, and finding crazy shit gong on with him was what Love didn't want, but a job was a job and she did what was expected of her. But to her surprise, the man was clean. He was rather his thoughts surprised Love. The man was relishing her beauty, not in a lusty way, but rather the James Bond way. And his name was, well, Alexander.  

"Your eyes, are the most beautiful ones I've seen," he said as he drew Love out of his mind. 

"Thank you," she said just in time for him not to suspect anything insanely wrong with her. 

"I'd like to meet you, sometime," he said

"I haven't seem someone master the art of flirting with someone, while he is with someone else," Love joked.

"Well there's a first time to everything," he said.

"Darling, shall we?" The martini was back as she eyed Love. 

"Of course," he said before winking at Love leaving with her arm in his.  

The encounter she'd had today was quite normal, but her instinct told her otherwise. And following her instinct, she walked out of the club to follow them. The two of them walked towards the empty parking, where all that stood was the iron and no man, probably because it was late. She was at a good distance from the two to avoid any situation. But the man and woman didn't seem like people who'd pick people up from bars. They were to elite for that. As soon as the two reached this black car, they turned around to face each other, and while they talked, Love switched her supernatural hearing to get a glimpse of what they said. But much to her inconvenience she couldn't do that due to the high tension wire that was across the road.

 "Bloody hell," she cursed. Now she had to ensure she doesn't take her eyes of them. 

With the blink of an eye she saw the Alexander pointing a gun at the woman in red dress. Love couldn't believe her luck with the guys who flirted with her. A new case again, bloody hell, she thought. 

Running to the place where they stood in all their glory looking at each other in the eye while the man smirked. 

"Drop your gun," Love shouted from a meters distance approaching them walking to the woman's side with a gun in her hand.

"Don't do this?" The woman cried to sudden for Love to know that it wasn't real, her fear of the man. But then he had a gun pointed at her, not the other way round. 

"Step back sweetheart, you don't know her," Alexander said. 

Looking in his eyes Love saw what he was thinking. The woman was a drug dealer's right hand, and he was working on a case as an under cover agent. Before Love could snap out of what she had just learnt, the woman kicked the gun off Alexanders hand, before she pushed Love to fall on one of the cars. The anti thief system of the car went on as it felt the sudden jerk with Love falling on it. The woman ran towards a red car, and Love couldn't help but wonder how'd she run that fast in heels that tell. Before Alexander could shoot with the gun he had picked off the metaled road. But instead the lady shoot him on his shoulder, before rolling off in her car. 

Understanding the seriousness of the situation, Love picked herself off the floor, noticing the sharp pain in her ankle. Removing her heels she looked at Alexander with an expression of forgiveness on her face. 

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"Yes," he said as he was breathing heavily. 

"Let's go, come on" she said. 

"I can't go to the hospital," he said. 

"I know Alexander, relax, I'm taking you somewhere safe," Love said.

"Who are you?" He asked as he pointed the gun at her. 

"Seriously?" She asked.

"How do you know my real name?" He asked.

"Okay, bad move, I'm sorry, but you have to trust me," she said.

Narrowing his eyes at her he kept the gun away. 

"So you do trust me?" She asked s she now pointed a gun at him now. Raising his hand in the air he nodded at her.

"I don't have a choice," he state as a matter of fact. 

  Sitting in the car with him on the passengers seat she drove with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other with the gun pointed at him. Taking him to her apartment, she looked the penthouse with the Z-key, as technically it wasn't hers. 

"You've got a cool place," he said as the gun was still pointed at him. 

"Alexander, do you mind sitting on the couch for me?" She asked analysing the penthouse as she looked around, " Also take out the gun and give it to me," she said.

"Any other weapon you're carrying?" She asked to which he shook his head. Narrowing her eyes to look into his, she knew he was lying, as his thoughts were only about how he is going to take his knife out of his sock and stab Love with it. 

"The knife," she said.

Widening his eyes at her, he didn't know how'd she know of it. So he took out the knife from his sleeve. 

"Yah sure chucky boy, the one down there as well, " she said. 

After a good five minute when he was weapon free, Love went to the restroom and took out the first aid kit after opening the fifth cabinet. Gathering clean towels and wetting one of those she rushed towards the bar at one corner of the huge lounge.

Taking the bottle of alcohol she sanitized the little metal which she wanted to use to remove the bullet from his shoulder. 

As she closed the distance between them, he took out a knife and attacked Love as soon as she kept the tray of things she had gathered on the center table. Blocking his second attempt she looked at him. 

"I don't want to break it," she said as she kept a hold of his arm. 

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I get that asked a lot," she whispered.

"Who do you work for?" He asked.

"No one Bond, now if you allow..." she said asking him to allow her to treat his wound. He nodded though he didn't wish to trust her and it was evident on his face.

Removing the bullet, she used the antiseptic, before mending his wound. Cleaning the whole area with a clean wet towel she did the bandages. The whole time, he looked at her, rather stared at her, making Love uncomfortable. 

"Are you don checking me out?" She asked as she did the last knot on the bandage on his shoulder. 

"I wasn't...checking you out," he said.

"Sure Elijah," she said. 

"Alright take the shirt off the second shoulder as well," she ordered, before taking away his blood covered clothes into the laundry room, and taking out a clean hoodie and track pants from the walk in exquisite closet. 

"There you go," she said throwing it on his head.

"Whose are these?" He asked.

"You ask a hell lot of questions," she stated.

"And you answer none," he grumbled.

"Hungry?" She asked earning a sweet innocent nod from the six foot tall charming womanizer, making Love scrunch her nose in admiration. 

"In a matter of few seconds she came back with two bowls of noodles.

"That was quick," he said.

"Instant noodles," she said.

"Shall I make you a drink?" He asked. 

"Woah, easy there, I'll get us drinks," she said keeping her bowl on the center table walking towards the bar.

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"Why did you help me?" He asked.

"Because, you reminded me of someone," she said.

"Care to elaborate?" He asked.

"Some other time, we have a situation here," she said.

"What situation?" He asked.

"Tell me, what all do you know about the woman in red...the drug dealer or whatever," she asked.

"How'd you know she was ...."

Love eyed him.

"Yes, no questions, pardon me, okay so where were we.... she had to sell those in the bar, and luckily I found her, but before I could take her in..."

"I came there, and stole the show,"

"That a way to put it," he said.

"Right, so Alexander, since you lost her because of me, and I got you injured, technically, I will help you get her, deal" she said.

"You don't need to," he said.

"I need to, it's what I do, please" she said.

"Okay, so when do we start?" He asked.

"Now," she said rising from the couch and walking towards the door.

"Now?"  He contemplated while she hummed in response.

"By the way, you've got a great place," he said.

"Thank you," she said collecting her stuff from the center table and walking towards the door, "It's not mine," she said winking at him. 

"What?" He chuckled.

"He smiles," she said.

"She's too smart," he complimented.

As the two of then got in the car, Love took out her I-pad, and fed the address which Zee had sent her from his two hour research on the new case. 

"Which secret service are you a part of?" He asked.

"Shh, it's a secret," she joked making him chuckle.

As the two of them reached the dark alley, Love loaded the gun before fixing it in the belt of her jean behind her back. Checking the knifes in her pocket she looked at Alexander. 

"I want you to stay here, okay?" She said.

"I won't let you go there alone," he stated.

"You know what, you can, you've got this," she said touching his shoulder.

"I'm trained for these situations," he said.

"I saw that before," she said.

"Yes because technically someone had to ass up my work, right?" He asked.

"Fine, but I want you back alive, because you're my responsibility," she said making him nod. 

"Let's kick some asses then, bitches," she said stepping off the car.

"Let's kick those asses," he whispered.  

Opening the door with the Z-key, she stepped inside followed by Alexander. The dark gloomy hallway ended following another door. Trying to use her supernatural hearing, she tried to listen to any suspicious noise behind that door, but finding none, she rotated the knob on the door, and as the door opened with a creak. Holding the gun high, ready to shoot, she entered the room, with Alexander quick on his heel behind her, with the gun in one of his hands. As Alexander turned the light on from the switch next to the door on the wall with the hand that held the gun. And with that they heard the door close behind them. Now the two of them were surrounded by armed men.  

"Drop your weapons," they heard a lady say, and as they turned around, they saw the woman in red dress as she smirked. "Do I need to repeat myself?" She asked again. 

Raising their hands in the air, they bent down to keep the guns on the cemented floor. Rising back up, Love looked at the woman who was continuously staring at her since she had entered the room. Reading her thoughts, she sensed that she envied her since she had seen her in the bar. Wow, so much for a drug dealer, she thought. The name was Harriet, and she had a son who she lost in house fire, ten years ago, named George, after his great grandfather.

"So what can I help you with gentlemen, one in track pants?" She asked. "Are you sure you aren't here for a morning walk?" She joke looking at Alexander.

Alexander looked at Love, rolling his eyes back at the woman.  

"You know what we came for," Alexander said. 

"Yes, yes I do," she said in her candy jar voice, "But you know that I won't go with you."

"Oh you will Harriet, trust me," Love stated earning a death glare from the Harriet.

"Julie," Alexander whispered in Love's ear. 

"Harriet, think about George, you loved him, would he like to see what you've become?" Love asked.

"Shut up," Harriet yelled as she took out her gun and pointed on her forehead. "How do you know about my real name, and him?" She asked.

"I know a lot Harriet, but that's not the question here," Love said.

"I said shut up, answer me," she said walking close to her, keeping the end of the gun on her head.

"I... listen to me,"  Alexander tried to talk. Harriet shot near is foot missing him by an inch. 

 "Let me handle this," Love whispered it, while Harriet kept her eyes on her. 

"Harriet, listen, think about your son, did he expect to see you here?" She asked. 

"I swear I'll shoot you," Harriet said pushing the gun on her head, making her sit on her knees. 

And with that, Love pressed the pinky finger of the left foot inside her Louboutin, freeing the laughing gas inside the room. White smoke was freed next as Love pressed the pinky finger of her right Louboutin. 

"Hasta luego bitches," she said as everyone in the room panicked right before their vision blurred.

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And with that, Alexander closed the trunk of the his car with Harriet taped and tied in it, which was parked outside the same bar he'd lose her before.

"So woman of her words," he said looking back at Love crossed her arms on her abdomen as she leaned on the bonnet of her car, in which they had come back from the dark alley to the bar to pick his car. 

"Well, we did have a deal," she said.

"Next time, when I'm on a case, I' like you to ruin it for me," he said making Love giggle. 

Making his way on towards her he leaned on the bonnet next to her, as the morning sun rose behind the trees across the road. The dark night was almost coming to an end for Alexander as well as for Love. While Harriet was now in the dark, for a long time. 

Sipping the beer, Love handed him, he looked at her, admiring her eyes, lips and face cut, while she looked ahead.

"Its getting creepy and cheesy," she said.

"I know," he chuckled sipping his beer.

"How's the shoulder now?" She asked.

"Huh, good" he said.

"So I guess this is it," Love tilted her head to a side.

"This is my number, in case you ever need me, I owe you one," he said.

Love smiled at the piece of paper. "Do people still do this?"

"Writing number on a paper?" He asked earning a giggle from her, "I don't know, I do" he said.

"Of course, you do," she whispered. 

"Bye Love," he said as he kept the bottle of beer on her bonnet and fixed his hoodie standing straight. 

She hummed. And catching her off guard, he hugged her. And for a change, Love did freak out on it. As a tear left her eye, she tried to wipe it with her sleeve while her head was on her shoulder. 

"Thank you," he said before moving back.

"You'll be able to drive with that?" She asked.

"I have a team waiting for me nearby, besides I'm trained for it," he said. 

"Take care, Alexander" she said leaning back on her car. 

"You too," he said as he turned around an walked towards his car.     

"Just a question," he turned around raising a finger in the air. 

"Shoot,"

"How'd you know my childhood name?" he asked.

"You ask a hell..."

"Bye Love," he waved his hand in the air before stepping in his car and driving away. 

Driving her way off on the highway, she took out the piece of paper from the pocket of her jacket to throw it out of the window, but something stopped her. And without giving it another thought, she kept the piece of paper inside the glove box of her car as she slowed her car while she did it. 

And that was a wrap of yet another case.