Mr and Mrs Shaw (rewrite)

Chapter 18

Deckard never used to believe that having emotions and having a partner when you were on a mission was a good thing. He thought that they would get distracted, and the mission would be lost. Safe to say that all changed when he married Katrina. Not only had he never worked with someone as skilled as her, but he'd never worked with someone who understood him as well as she did.

The two of them worked in perfect sync as they dropped guards, fired bullets, replaced clips and snapped necks.

The one downside to his wife was that she tended to raise his blood pressure when she didn't stick to the plan. And the plan was to make their entrance and exit quick and swift, which meant the use of guns. Katrina, though, liked to ditch her guns as she manoeuvred her way onto the shoulders of a guard before she drew a knife from her ankle sheath and plunged it into his neck.

"Kats," Deckard sighed.

"Oh my god, stop being such a killjoy," she huffed as she got back to her feet after the guard's dead body fell to the floor. "And I don't know what you're stressing for? I got the key card." She held up the piece of plastic as they approached the card reader in the secure section of the plane.

"Owen," Deckard called over the comms on his watch.

"In position," he replied.

Katrina nodded at him, and Deckard said, "Go!"

Together they swiped the cards down the readers as the door beeped and the silver panel slid open.

"We're in," Deckard reported.

"Secure the room. I got the cargo," Katrina said as they entered.

"I'll make the call," Deckard said once he was sure the room was empty, save for the cargo that was in the crib.

"Aren't you the cutest thing?" Katrina cooed as she picked up the little baby boy.

Meanwhile, inside a car in the middle of the Russian tundra, Dom's phone rang.

"We've got the package, Toretto," Deckard spoke into his watch as his wife held Dom's son. "All 12 pounds of him."

"Say 'Hi Daddy,'" Katrina encouraged as the baby gurgled.

"Dada. Dada," the baby babbled, and that was all Dom needed to shut off any sort of emotions he had and focus on saving his family.

Katrina turned to her husband as Dom hung up the call. "We're gonna make a couple of these soon."

Deckard gave her a sceptical glance. "Not too soon, I hope?"

She rolled her eyes. "Obviously not."

"Come on, then," he said, snapping them out of the little trance they were in. "Let's get ready to go." He picked up the baby carrier, setting it down so Katrina could lay the baby inside. "Here, I got this. Can you get the thing out of the bag?"

"Yeah," she said as they swapped places. Deckard strapped the baby into the carrier as Katrina reached into the backpack he wore to pull out the headphones they packed.

"Alright Guvnor, it's gonna get noisy. This is for your ears," Deckard said as he gently placed the headphones over the baby's ears and put the music on a safe but loud volume. "Good?" he asked and received a gurgle in response.

Katrina couldn't help but smile at the way her husband interacted with the baby. Then he turned to her. "Ready, baby?"

"I was born ready," she grinned, a gun in both hands as Deckard picked up the carrier.

As they reached the very door they'd just recently entered, Katrina stopped as she looked at the baby. "Alright little man, this might be a little scary, but I promise you, it's going to be a lot of fun," she said as she lightly tapped his nose and he laughed.