Codename: Kryptonite

Chapter Eight

The shaggy ends of his hair lightly brushed his shoulders as he shook his head at her. Maybe she was right, but she wasn't done answering questions. "We'll finish this discussion upstairs," he told her as he reached for the door handle.

She stretched across his body to lay one hand on his. "Sir, please don't just throw open that door. I should get out before you and look around."

"I may not be a saint, but I am still a gentleman. There's no way I'm not getting out of this car first and holding the door for a lady. It would look odd if I didn't." He didn't wait on her to answer him; he pulled the handle and flung open the door.

"Dammit, Sir," she swore violently, pulling hard on his arm. "At least, please get out of the car slowly and look around."

Casually, he climbed out of the car, trying hard not to look like his mind was completely blown by the shit she'd just told him. He frowned at her, as she began to climb from the car without waiting on him to give her a hand. Immediately, he reached to grasp her elbow and steady her on those impossibly high heels as her eyes scanned the area.

"Thanks, Mike," he told the driver.

"We need to get indoors. Now," she ordered softly.

The trip into the building and upstairs in the elevator was tense and silent as she glared at him. It wasn't until they reached the closed door of his apartment that she finally spoke to him.

"Do exactly as I say," she said very softly. She motioned for him to unlock the door.

Jon watched in awe as she slid the short skirt of her dress up and pulled a pistol from a holster on the inside of her right thigh with her left hand. He noticed that she pointed the pistol at the floor with her left hand, while she laid the first finger of her right hand across her lips in a signal for him to be quiet.

Carefully, she pushed the door open and motioned for him to follow her through the door. As soon as Jon cleared the doorway, she pushed him into a corner with a hand on his right shoulder, and closed the door with nothing more than a slight click. She kept her back to him as she thoroughly scanned the entry way.

Casually, she kicked off her heels, and began to move on silent feet down the entry hall, peering carefully around the corner of the doorway that led into the large family room. If she weren't acting so damn serious, he'd laugh out loud at her. His eyes went immediately to the control panel for his alarm system. He grinned as he stepped over and entered the four digit entry code that would keep it from going off.

He wasn't sure where she'd disappeared to, but he could tell from the solid green light on the alarm control panel that no one had entered the apartment while he was gone. Jon shook his head and shrugged his shoulders; if she wanted to play secret agent, he'd let her.

Mere seconds had gone by, before he heard her call out, "Clear," from somewhere around the master bedroom.

"I could've told you that," he called out as he walked into the family room. "The alarm told me no one had entered since I left."

He heard her voice before she stepped through the large doorway that led to the bedrooms. "Sir, I could've snuck in here and with a few alterations to your alarm control panel been waiting to blow your brains out when you stepped into this room. All without your alarm telling you shit. Any assassin worth his salt could do the same." The tone of her voice told him just how stupid she thought he was.

Even as she spoke to him as if he were a child, he was turned on by the picture she made. She stood in the middle of his living room, with her long, chocolate brown tresses falling around her shoulders, her bare stocking feet braced slightly apart, as she quickly and effortlessly slipped the safety on her gun before sliding it carefully back into that holster on her thigh.

Damn, she was hot.

Hoarsely, he asked her, "Aren't you gonna take the bullets out of your gun?"

Her head jerked up and a smile teased at the corners of her full lips. "No, sir. An empty gun ain't nothin' but a paper weight."

He started towards the bar in the corner. He needed a drink. "Where'd you get the name Kryptonite?"

Her next words stopped him in his tracks.

"You gave it to me," she answered him distractedly as she took in her surroundings.

"I gave..." he choked on his words, then began to laugh. His laughter filled the room as he got the joke his older self had made giving her that name. It was good to know that at least some things would stay the same.

He would still have the same taste in women.

At his laughter, her head jerked around to give him a quizzical look. "Would you mind sharing the joke with the whole class, Mr. Bongiovi?"

"You mean you don't know?" he asked, his laughter continuing.

"No, you never would tell me, but your friend David found my codename just as amusing as you just did. So share."

She raised one eyebrow at him, as if daring him to answer. He was never one to walk away from a dare, but showing would be better than telling, and right now just wasn't the time. "Some other time," he told her. "Right now, I'd like some more answers."

"Sir, I'm not going to tell you anything more about the future. It just wouldn't be a good idea," she cautioned.

"I don't want to know more about the future," he told her softly as he crossed the room. He stopped when he was almost close enough for their breaths to mingle. With his right hand, he reached out to brush her long hair back over her shoulder. "I want to know more about you."