Spy

Made By: arie A

POV: You are a spy on a mission when you cross paths with a spy who happens to be your enemy.

You had been preparing yourself for months, thinking of the most discrete way to sneak into the mafia building and steal the information. Your country's intelligence services knew how delicate this mission was and had entrusted it to their best agent: you. Crawling through the air duct of the mafia headquarters, you checked the map you were holding in one hand to locate the ventilation hatch giving access to the archive room. However, the shaft was dark, and you couldn't make out any trap door. You continued moving forward, hoping to see anything that could help you.

"Dammit" you muttered to yourself, "It has to be somewhere. It should be her-"

You didn't have time to finish your sentence when you felt the trapdoor give way under your weight. You felt into the archive room and landed on a pile of old papers and files, hurting your bum in the process.

"Ouch…" You complained while standing up.

You rubbed your buttocks to ease the pain, taking a few steps to stretch your muscles after the endless minutes spent in the air duct. You took a look at the room around you: quiet and seemingly empty. The surroundings were barely lit, but you could make out shelves lined up next to each other filled with boxes marked with the "top secret" stamp. As you were about to approach one of them, you heard a mocking laugh:

"That was quite a fall! Seems like you have a talent for dramatic entrance."

Sh*t, you thought to yourself. You could recognise this voice anywhere, full of this sarcastic tone and dripping with arrogance. You put on a cold expression before turning to him. There was no way you were going to show this idiot that he had taken you by surprise (even if it was pretty obvious).

"You seem to follow me everywhere: Paris, Buenos Aires, Cairo, now here. I am starting to think you have a crush on me." He spoke.

"Maybe you should stop thinking then."

He let out a laugh.

"At least you didn't lose your sharpness, sweetheart."

"What are you doing here?" you asked.

"The same thing as you I assume."

You rolled your eyes. Of course, he was not going to give you a clear answer, that would be too easy. But you needed to know: did he already find the file? Were you too late? How to steal it back from him?

"All the time you waste talking to me is time you don't spend looking for information." You noticed.

He smirked, a sparkle in the eyes. You knew him well enough to know that this look was never a good sign. He was plotting something.

"I have all the time I need." He said as he approached you.

You let out a laugh. This behaviour would have fooled you a few years ago, but not now.

"So, you didn't find it, huh? You're very arrogant for someone this useless, sweetheart."

Your answer took him by surprise, and he stopped dead in his tracks. After a few seconds he smiled, amused.

"You caught me. I don't have the file." He admitted. "I have been here long enough to understand the classification of documents though. If we teamed up, we could help each other."

You glanced at the shelves that lined up until they disappeared into the darkness. Who knew how many boxes this room had? Finding that file might take you longer than you thought. You looked again at the spy standing in front of you. His dark clever gaze made you wary. You knew his penchant for devious schemes, and you also knew how easy it was for him to lie. Could you really take that risk?

" Fine." You said curtly. "But only today. This will never happen again. Ever."

"As you want, honey." He replied with satisfaction.

He guided you as he zigzagged between the shelves, lighting the way with his torch.

"Stay close to me. It's easy to get lost here." He whispered.

Finally, he stopped in front of a shelf.

"It should be here, somewhere in one of those boxes. We find it together and we both have the info we need."

You nodded and started opening the boxes as he did the same on his side. You opened files after files, not finding the one you came for. Your temporary partner didn't seem to find anything either, and it was obvious that this was starting to annoy him. His jaw was clenched, and his eyes scanned the documents at full speed.

" You know you cannot find this file by looking at me, right?" he said jokingly.

You immediately focused again, opening another box. You took out the first stack of papers you saw and read it. You smiled: you found it.

"Seems like I can after all." You brandished your findings.

You could not take your eyes off the paper cover, a smile lighting up your face. The other spy moved closer to you to read the file over your shoulder. His chest was almost touching your back to the point where you could feel the heat of his body even through your clothes. His proximity surprised you, but he didn't seem to mind. He photographed the pages of the file and then put his camera back in his pocket.

"Good, let's go. We can't hang around here."

You walked all the way back to the air duct, without exchanging a single word.

" I guess this is where we part ways." He announced. " This collaboration wasn't that terrible. Plus, it gave you a good excuse to spend time with me."

"You're more bearable when you're quiet, has anyone ever told you that?"

He came closer to you, but you refused to move. It had been a long time since you were intimidated by him. He got so close that your noses almost touched. Finally, he whispered:

" Yes, but it's so much better when you say it."

Rising on tiptoe, you put your lips to his and slipped your hand around him. He put his hands on your cheeks and kissed you back, caressing your lips with his. A smirk formed on your face as you pulled the mechanism that lifted you into the air to the hatch. Confused, he watched you pull yourself up into the ventilation shaft.

"By the way, I took the liberty of borrowing your camera. I'll give it back to you the next time we meet. But I hope that day never comes."

~The End~