Undercover Badge 2; Girl With A gun (Badass with a badge ) UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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Recap:

"The first one? Na, she's alright, but the second one. Damn, that girl is dangerous." Peter continued, oblivious to the fact that only James and his Partner, Alyssa, were paying attention.

As the dust settled, the driver side door cracked open, and James could almost feel the arousal coming off his male Co-workers in waves. Only Peter seemed unaffected, as he sipped his coffee nonchalantly. The girl that got out looked like heavenly angel. Her hair was curly, and pure blond, hitting the middle of her back. She had an overlong side fringe to the left, and here eyes were crystal blue. Her skin was slightly pale, and she wore white, skin tight skinny jeans, with black, five inch stiletto ankle boots. On top, she wore a loose black t-shirt that had only one sleeve and stopped just above her navel, where a blood red ruby pierced it. She wore big sun glasses, with the word PRADA stamped on the side, but her eyes were so blue, you could see it through the dark lenses.

She folded her arms and leaned against the car.

Looking up, everyone saw a black chopper take up position far above them. Amy and Peter simply leaned gains the pink car, sipping their drinks. Out the copper door cape a long could of black rope, its end barely touching the floor as it fell. Suddenly, a black object was thrown out the side, but it was holding onto the rope. The object was making a rapid decent before everyone saw it was a girl. She wore a black trench coat, and black boots, and was abseiling down the rope with out a wall. She landed on the ground with a slight huff, crouching to absorb the impact. Dark, long, almost black hair whipped around her, they saw her take off some sort of harness and attach it to the rope. She signaled upward, and the rope was slowly pulled in, as the chopper turned and flew west.

All the Agents were fascinated by the banter, except for Special Agent James. He stared at Emerald, with wide eyes.

There was silence for a moment, but it did not last long. "Katrina." James whispered into the open air, his voice carrying. The dark haired Angel, Emerald, whipped her head around. When her eyes met his, hers went wide. "Katrina." this time the word wasn't a question, it was simply confirming it.

As her eyes went wide, she whispered two words.

"Oh, Shit."

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There was a moment of silence, and my "Oh, shit." was followed by a second "Oh, Shit." From Amy.

"Let me guess." she hissed in my ear. "That's the guy?"

I nodded slowly, eyes still on James'. Yes, Amy knew.

Amy knew EVERYTHING.

"Well." Amy said slowly. "This should be interesting..."

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The sun was setting. Its final warm rays of the day casting a glow on my skin. I sat in a chair, facing the glass balcony doors in my apartment in DC, and watched the sun sink lower on its trip to the horizon.

My left leg was draped across the left armrest, my short, black silk robe falling open to reveal my black satin lingerie. In my right hand there was a crystal cut glass. There were three ice cubes in it, and some scotch. The cool, smooth surface of the glass cooling the warm skin of my hand as I twisted the glass between my thumb and middle finger. Gently lifting it to my lips, I let the searing liquid trace its way across my lips, the soothing burn caressing my tough before sliding, effortlessly down my throat.

I didn't know I'd see James again. He looked good. Taller, more muscular than the last time we'd met. I'd read in his file that he had fourteen inch arms. That was the length around his bicep when flexed. His eyes were darker, and his voice was gruffer. James had become sexier, more mysterious than when I'd last seen him. And a part of me couldn't help but question if it was my fault.