Most Wanted

The First (ch I)

**Jess' pov**

As I walked down one of the many streets of New York, like I usually do to get home from work, I noticed something different.
Her.
Of course in New York there were a lot of people, but I've lived here my whole life. I've walked this way everyday for the past 5 years, there are never new people. But then there she was.
But she wasn't any ordinary girl, she was special. She had long blonde hair that went down to her hips. She had a very beautiful, soft face, but she covered it in makeup. She had a very slim body, which she accented with a tight black dress and heels.
As we got closer I got lost in my thoughts and we collided, spilling her hot coffee all over both of us.
All though she was very beautiful the New York er in me came out and I snapped, "Hey watch where your going!"
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." she had a very soft voice and she seemed very sorry, she obviously wasn't from here.
"It's fine, come in here and we can get cleaned off." I pulled her into a café.
We both tried our best to get the coffee out of our clothes, with no luck.
"Hey, so I don't even know your name." I said.
"I'm Allison."
"Nice to meet you Allison, I'm Jess. Hey, can I have your number. Maybe I could buy you a new dress, after ruining this beautiful one."
"Oh that's really not nessasary, but here's my number," she wrote down her number on a napkin and stuck it in my jacket pocket," You don't need to buy me a new dress, but a meal sometime wouldn't be half bad." with that she smiled and walked out of the café.
A grin appeared on my face and I was very excited. Had I just met the hottest lesbian in New York?
As I got closer to home a familiar face popped up on one of the big screens.
It read,"After a local assassin ring was discovered inside the government, 3 of the highest level assassins are loose. "
It showed pictures of three people, 2 men and... Allison.
"Of you know of there location, please contact the authorities immediately."
With that I pulled my hood over my head and began to walk home a little faster.
"Im going on a date with an assassin? Should I call the police? What if she tries to kill me? She was too sweet, it couldn't have been her?"
I entered my apartment, locked all 3 locks, then slid to the floor.
After a bit of thinking I pulled out the number, my phone, and called her.
"Hey Allison, do you want to go on a date this Friday. I can pick you up at your place."
"That sounds great, I'll text you my address."
And with that, there I was, going on a date with an assassin...