Disclaimer: Since it's your b-day, Leni, the fic is yours now, but JW still owns B/A. Lucey owns the idea to use DB in his Italian-Stallion-shirt in a manip. I own the idea to use it in a fic. The title is taken from a James Bond movie. So biiiig thanks to all of you for the inspiration.
Rating: PG… Oh my!!!! I wrote something that's below R? *faints*
Distribution: Denial Haven.
Pairing: B/A
Summary: AU. Agent meets girl, falls in love and then it gets angsty.
Feedback: If you really feel the urge… Just kidding. I'd be happy to get some. Feedback, people!!! Get your mind out of the gutter this is a PG fic. ;o)
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"Your friends are waiting for you and the redhead is worried, so I'll just let you go. For now. When can I see you again?"
"Tomorrow."
"Lunch?"
"Yes, at Ferelli's."
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With ease he charmed and bedded these bitter, lonely wives until they were ready to take the revenge their hearts strived for, collected the evidence and testified against their husbands, crime lords that the FBI had trouble bringing down until he and his crew came along.
He was a secret agent: the Italian stallion, a nickname he'd been given because of his looks and the uninterrupted success case - as well as women - wise. At least until now.
She didn't come.
But he was not that easily discouraged. He'd gone back to her gallery, looking for her, but she'd taken the rest of the day off. So he tried it over and over again, each and every day. Without success.
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"He's still in town. I can feel him, he's looking for me. And he's getting closer." She told her friend.
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"What did you do to her, man? Scare her? What did you say? I've never seen her so skittish." His colleague, in charge of the surveillance, wanted to know.
But it remained a secret.
Because he'd fallen in love with his case: the petite, warm-hearted, sexy, blonde gallery owner and the wife of the criminal they wanted to nail.
And he wanted, needed to protect her at all costs. He'd been born for it. He just knew it.
But he also knew this case could only end in disaster because she didn't even know what her husband was really doing.
She was an innocent.
He hated when things got out of control.
Gods, how could he not fuck up his job without hurting her?
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Lost in her thoughts, she looked at one of her paintings, but she wasn't surprised when he appeared behind her, so unbearably close, yet without contact and still it felt like their auras were touching.
"You didn't come, but I knew I'd see you again." He whispered into her ear.
She exhaled deeply, then turned around. "I… I can't…"
Placing his forefinger gently against her lips he hushed her. "You're afraid." He began, then took her hand, indicating her wedding band. "Because you're taken. You love him and yet you can't deny the connection between us."
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He was right. On two accounts: the disaster and the connection.
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"I didn't know Angels tormented innocents." she sobbed.
THE END