Murder At 12

Fooling Your Ass.

Next morning, I get up against the door, with someone knocking on the door. It is hardcore banging in a few minutes. The first thing in the morning is my heart beating like the banging door. Hard. Fast.

Who will it be? Is it somebody to finish me off. Danger is something as an agent I am used to. I take out a big chopping knife for attack to prevent any mishap. I slowly open the door hiding behind it. I see someone entering with a bag in hand. What is in the bag? Is it poison? What the Hell is it? Now is my chance. I hold the knife right at his neck from the back. He dodges it. He comes in defense mode as well. When I come face to face with the intruder. I breathe a sigh of relief. "What are you doing!" He looks startled. Is he really that dumb? Is it certainly not clear that I was doing self defense

"I should ask that in the first place." I answer then we both collapse to the floor laughing. 

"So what's up? Looks like you did not sleep properly. When did you get up? Did you have your breakfast?" 

William questions one after another. "Woahhhh Hold up young man. " I put away the knife. I look at him and start answering like a bullet train," I slept late last night. I got up right now when you knocked at the door. As I got up right now there are no chances of having breakfast." 

He studies my face and speaks," Did you sleep like that?" He points a finger at my face making circles over my face. At his question I reminiscence the previous night. It is then I realize about the makeover I put up to hide my identity during investigation. I cried like crazy last night. My face will be looking like a mess! I dart to the restroom and clean myself. I quickly take a shower and come out. I have a bathrobe around me. I hear a wish ," Morning Beautiful." I unpack my clothes and wear some comfortable shorts. I see a patiently waiting William outside. He comments," Better."

Why is he here the first thing in the morning ," About your upcoming?" He seats himself on the sofa and starts setting the table for breakfast. He then speaks," You must have guessed it by now. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It decides your whole day." I roll my eyes at his long lecture. He seems to catch on me.He orders," Sit." pointing towards the seat across him. I can't believe I have to listen to someone like him. I slump my shoulders and seat myself.

So, a toast, bacon, salad , muffins and omelet. Omelet ! I look at him and ask with an expressionless face," Non Vegetarian?" "Yes." He replies. I look at the eggs thinking that I never even had those cakes with eggs. He says suddenly remembering something, "This is not our breakfast. What are you thinking? I am a pure vegetarian. This is to tell you that the internet is wrong about the lady. She is not a vegan, this is the food she recently ordered for breakfast. This food is FAKE."  He throws the eggs at me and I catch them. 

I am stunned at his response. Ok. He officially confused me," Vegan or not, Hot or not, Fit or not is a different issue. She is on the hospital bed. That too Fatally injured. How can she order it? And over that why is this food fake" I throw the Bacon at him. He catches it," She is fooling our asses. She is perfectly alright. So I decided to fool your ass with the fake food. " He folds the food taking out the air from the balloon. She was not the so called fatally injured. She is going for her next contract the following week. I contacted inner sources the one shot is someone else. I think she is dealing with Crypto - Currency. "

I am in disbelief and I confirm my thoughts with him," Means the lady in the hospital is not our case. Our case is neither Miss Easton nor it is her personal life, it is the sniper and the reason what was she doing there after 12. Maybe that's what she was doing in that back alley." He nods his head and I continue," The reason can be blackmailing for her career, after all she is a leading lady in both reel and real life. Because I've heard she hits bed in a Hot manner. You were the first witness if I am not wrong and," Suddenly I hear his stomach growling. I stop at the sound. Our eyes match and 'he looks I dunno what expression is that but Hahaha...'  I start laughing in my brain already. He turns away his head scratching the back of his neck and I can't control it anymore. I start laughing. Full Fledged

He tries to stop me," Hey! Stop laughing. I could not help it. I am feeling hungry. Not that I am pretty much responsible." He rolls his eyes.                                                                                               I reply back by saying," It's not that thunder but it is the timing. The moment I took your name your stomach replied from you side." I fall to the floor clutching my stomach to control it.  My cheeks hurt. After few minutes I somehow manage to take the support of sofa table and get up to my knees. I cannot laugh at what I see. William is blushing. He is looking like a teddy bear. So cute. His brown hair falling on his forehead and brown coat make him look like one of those stuffed toy bears who have a white face. I rest my chin on my hand on the table to have a better look.

He speaks after sometime," Could you please stop staring like that? It makes me feel uncomfortable" I realize that I have been staring at him like a child on my knees with support of the table. I get embarrassed and jolt upright apologizing," I'm sorry I just could not find anything to support my body after laughing like that. It has been ages since I laughed like that I happened to lose composure I am sorry." I start looking at my feet in shame over my wholesome behavior. He speaks sheepishly after sometime," If you don't mind may I ask you for a favor?" I look at him and nod. " Could you please cook something for me? I am starving." He declares and again I start laughing at his remark. Oh my God! He is so funny. I nod again smiling ear to ear. I take out the groceries in stock out of my kitchen shelves. I plan on preparing sandwiches, oats. I order a salad and croissants for him.

After sometime I place his food on the table. I hear the bell ring and run to the door taking my order. The waiter looks at Easton and blushes. I think he's catching the wrong signals!!!! Before I can respond he runs away. I look at all the morning breakfast. I think I made it edible. I kept in mind his body physique. Though I know I am a very good cook yet nervousness to serve someone other than my friends whom I usually work with at night. I look expectantly at him and he finishes his first plate in no time. He does not tell me about the taste but I am happy seeing that he ate it that fast. This certainly proves the taste. I serve him again. This time amidst eating he looks at me and says," You will not eat. Trust me this is the best I have eaten in days better than restaurants."

I smile," You have it. I will have it afterwards. I did not cook anything special this was in stock at my place so I brought it along. I just microwaved the oats with the vessel and water they give here. Coffee on the way. I do not like these sachets. It is important that your stomach does not answer for you again." He looks up with weird eyes at me and speaks while eating," If you wait for me you will not get anything. I can finish all of it alone." If he is so hungry it is better he has it. I smile slightly at his remark and walk towards the kitchen. I come out with a bowl of cornflakes and set it on the table. He gives me a strange look. I ignore him and start eating. He looks at me ,"You packed so much food along with?" I reply slowly keeping my food well," I do not want to be hungry in a foreign country. You never know what you have to face. So.. Yeah I did bring it along. You continue"

We both eat our foods then. As some commotion continues outside.