Take It To The Grave | Danisnotonfire Fanfic #wattys2015

14. Your Replacement

What the fuck have I just done? Well done Dan, good going. I hear the apartment door slam and I wince at the sound of it. Gathering my senses, I run after her. I run down the hallway and to the lift. I press the button and impatiently wait for it to arrive and take me down. When I get to the first floor, I run to the door and fling it open, the cold hair hitting me. I step outside before pausing; I have no idea where she went after this. She could have either gone left, or right or straight one. And I only have a 1 in 3 chance of finding her again. I decide to gamble and go straight on, as that's the road that leads to her apartment block. The streets are quiet, giving it an eerie sense. I feel uneasy as I walk down the road quietly, the only sound being the drumming of my feet on the concrete.

I walk around aimlessly for a while, hoping to catch her but it's totally pointless. Hannah's an assassin, and if she doesn't want to be found, then she won't be found. I admit defeat and walk back to my apartment. I come to my apartment door and I realise that I've forgotten my keys. Dammit. I look at my watch and see that it's only 8am. I reluctantly knock on the door, hoping Phil will come and answer it for me. I knock harder and wait patiently for him to open the door. A few minutes later, he does. His black hair is ruffled and his eyes are only half open. He frowns at me but doesn't ask any questions. I stride in and walk to my bedroom and throwing myself face down on my bed, punching the pillow in frustration.

I stay like that for a while, ignoring Phil's various questions. My phone rings, it's my Boss.

"Daniel," she says coldly. "Come to the HQ right now." She says before ringing off.

Oh shit, what have I done now?

I walk to the HQ, my mind swarming. She never rings me, and when she does, it's only to ask me to finish somebody off. I nervously knock on her door and wait for her to open it. I hear the clicks of her heels against the marble floor and my hands grow clammy.

She appears at the door and opens it wider for me to enter. I shut the door behind me and follow her through to her office. Her hair is pulled into a tight bun, exposing her high cheekbones and her cold, grey eyes.

"Sit." she instructs me when we reach her office.

I sit down on one of the wooden chairs, perched on the edge. She sits behind her desk, her chin resting in her right hand, her left hand tapping the table.

"Daniel." She starts. "I understand you were given Hannah Riley as a case, am I correct?"

I gulp. "Yes Miss."

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"Have you taken care of that case?" Her voice is colder than the Antarctic, though she already knows the answer.

"Um, not yet."

"May I ask why?" She drums her white tipped fingernails against the wood impatiently.

"I haven't had time." I mumble.

She raises one eyebrow at me. "Well Daniel, I'm giving you a deadline to complete the case."

She pauses, ruffling through some files on her desk. "You have one week, Daniel. And if you don't complete the case, then there will be consequences."

I swallow, my throat is as dry as sandpaper. "What sort of consequences?" I dare to ask.

"Well, for starters, we will deal with Miss Riley ourselves. Although if you do not complete the case, you yourself will not be fired nor killed; you're too good an assassin Daniel, we don't want to let you go. However, for a replacement, I understand you know someone called Philip Lester?"

"Um, yes. Yes I do, he's my best friend and flat mate." I wonder why she's asking about Phil.

Her cold, expressionless grey eyes bore into mine. "Well, if we are excusing you from being killed, then we will need to have a replacement. And that replacement will be Philip."