Mr Green Eyes

Chapter 1

Usually I wouldn't take cases like this, but while being on light duties there isn't much else to choose from.
My thigh is still wrapped in gauze but the pain is pretty much gone (with the help of some very heavy drugs).
The black SUV pulls up to a massive apartment complex that is at least 30 stories.
Stepping out of the car, My black lace up heels click against the cement.
The doorman sees us pull up and politely hold open the door for us.
My boss, Kyle Holt, walks in front, nodding his head towards the man as he walks through.
I smile sweetly at the man and just as I'm walking through I notice out of the corner of my eye him staring down at my ass.
Typical.
Kyle walks me over to the elevator, thankfully no one is in there as he presses the button for the 18th floor.
"So, how long will I be his little babysitter for?" I ask, not bothering to look at him.
"Y/N, don't be like that, your lucky I'm even letting you on this case and not leaving you at a desk for the next 4 week."
Turning to look at him I notice to few grey hairs in his slicked back brown hair.
For a man in his mid 50's he's definitely got some good hair.
"Come on Kyle, you know I'm perfectly fine to be out in the field, it's just a little scratch."
"You are out in the field Y/N."
"You know what I mean."
Turning his full body towards me, his deep brown eyes stare into mine.
"Y/N, you got hurt, I know that you want to go out and help people, but you can't go and play hero all the time."
"We both know that I'm far from a hero Kyle."
Ironically, the elevator doors open then and we step out.
We walk down the hallway and stop at number 206, Kyle knocks on the door and
A muffled "just a minute" comes through.
The door swings open and holy shit.
The person in front of me definitely isn't what I was expecting.
Jesus Christ can his eye get any greener?
Kyle reaches for his badge and I do the same, flipping it out and showing him.
He doesn't give anymore than a slight glance before stepping aside and letting us in.
"Thank you Mr. Ackles, my name is agent Kyle Holt." Kyle reaches his hand out to shake and Jensen takes it.
"Please, call me Jensen."
Of course his voice is just as sexy as he is.
He drops Kyle's hand and looks toward me.
I smirk as his eyes quickly travel down my body.
"I'm agent Y/N L/N, nice to meet you."
He clears his throat and smiles, "nice to meet you too. I'm guessing you guys are here for the new security?"
"Yes, would you mind if we sit down and then we can go over details?" Kyle answers, gesturing to the massive lounge area.
"Of course." Jensen smiles.
Walking past him I stop just at his side, leaning up a little even with my heels to reach his ear.
"You know, if you wanted to check me out, all you had to do was ask." I whisper.
Leaning back I see his cheeks turn pink and eyes go wide.
Mission accomplished.

An hour later and we've finally gone over everything.
We tweaked a few things to suit Jensen, but other than that everything is going according to plan.
According to Jensen, he and his other bodyguard, Cliff, though it would be a good idea to hire some extra security because of a recent increase in threatening hate mail, plus with an incident that happened at the last convention.
So now I'm the second babysitter to Mr Green Eyes.
I'll be meeting him every morning, going with him to set and back, along with dinners, lunches, events - basically I'm going to be his little lap dog that follows him around all day.
The other bodyguard, Cliff who I have yet to meet, will be with us also, but only for Monday's, Tuesday's, Wednesday's and Thursday's.
This is going to be great.
Note the sarcasm.
By the time the car pulls up outside my apartment complex my leg is aching and all I want to do is lay down.
Before I can make it out of the door, Kyle is grabbing onto my wrist.
"What?" I snap.
"Be on your best behaviour Y/N, i don't want to find out that you're being a bitch to one of our clients."
"I'll do the job Kyle, don't worry." I spit back, voice laced with annoyance.
Tearing my arm out of his grasp I step out of the car, wrapping my leather jacket around my front as the cold Vancouver air nips at my thin white tee.
Slightly limping to the elevator, I press the button for the 10th floor.
The elevator stops at level 2, letting in little old Miss Wesson.
I smile sweetly at her as she steps on.
"How was your day Miss Wesson?" I ask.
"Oh it was wonderful my love, I got to see my little baby grandson today."
I smile, I've always wanted kids, still do, but with my life I highly doubt I ever will.
"That's great! I bet he is as cute as Dalton when he was a baby."
Dalton is her son, he came out about 6 years ago and about 4 years ago he met Danny, they got a donor about a year ago and now they have a little boy named Tyler.
"Oh trust me, he is. Now enough about my day how was yours dear?"
Miss Wesson was always like a grandmother to me, when I'd go away on a case she's always go up and feed my German Shepard, Max, and get Dalton to take him on walks.
"It's alright, I'm finally back on a case, just a little one since I can't do to much because of my leg."
"Oh that's wonderful my dear! I know you can't talk about it but is this one exciting?"
I giggle, Miss Wesson always took an interest in my job, she would even watch the daytime crime shows just to know a little bit about what I do.
"It's just a security job, but the guy is very, very attractive." I lean forwards and whisper the last part.
She gasps and looks towards me, laying a hand on my arm.
"Maybe I'll be seeing him?" She asks.
Miss Wesson was always telling me how much I deserve a great man in my life, one that will take care of me, give me babies and that is also, according to her, very, very attractive.
"Maybe, he also has amazing green eyes, your favourite."
She gasps and places a hand over her mouth.
"Oh stop it Y/N."
I laugh just as the elevator doors open up to my floor.
"Goodnight Miss Wesson." I say as I step off.
"Goodnight my dear." She says with a smile just as the doors close.