In Cold Blood

Chapter 9

They were a tangle of arms and legs cuddled up in his bed, his white sheets covering their bare skin as they caught their breath.

"Wow." Zed breathed.

"Yeah, 'wow'." Addison giggled. Zed reached up and tucked a stray blonde strand behind her ear.

"Have I ever told you I have a thing for blondes?" He teased. Her eyes narrow but the smirk on her face tells him she's not actually mad.

"At least I know the carpet doesn't match the drapes." She teased back. "I was starting to think I'd have to worry about your genetics. Maybe you were actually a zombie." Zed chuckled. He kissed her forehead affectionately.

"Even if it was, you know we'd make cute babies." He teased back.

"Whoa, it is way too early for baby talk." She laughed. Zed kissed her forehead again as they laughed and embraced.

"We need to get up though." He told her, sounding disappointed. She knew he was right. Might Shrimp could have tracked her here. And this address was already suspected as his residence. They weren't safe here. Not for long at least.

"I know." She sighed, untangling herself from him to get dressed.

He continuously stole hugs and kisses the entire time they got dressed and ready to leave. Partially to comfort her, but mostly 'cause he was overwhelmingly in love. Every time, she'd giggle and tell him they needed to hurry but also never denied him.

"Take your shirt back off." Zed ordered. She snorted.

"How many times do we need to go over that we don't have time for another round?" She said playfully. Zed laughed.

"No! You're putting this on!" He explained, pulling a bullet proof vest out of his closet. He handed it to her and she held it, just staring at it, for a handful of seconds.

"Zed, I can't take this from you. You'll need it." She rejected. He shook his head.

"Put it on Addison. I'll be fine if I know you've got a little extra protection." He said and continued preparing to leave, not letting her have a moment to argue anymore.

While Addison equipped her knife holster around her thigh, Zed opened his nightstand's drawer and pulled out a pistol, almost identical to the one he'd pulled on her that was still lying half forgotten on the couch. He loaded the clip and tosses it to her. She catches it with ease and tucks it in the front of her sweatpants.

"You know how to use one of those?" He asked, heading for his dresser and pulling open the bottom drawer to retrieve an MP5, a submachine gun that was shorter than the usual rifle which made it so much easier in the accuracy department. Addison let out a dry laugh.

"Are you kidding? I'm probably a better shot than you!" She said. Zed chuckled.

"I don't think so Baby. Firearms are my specialty." He informed her as he loaded his MP5.

"My specialty is actually with knives. Throwing, stabbing, cutting, the works. But I was trained in all areas of expertise." She explained.

"Good to know! Guess my cutlery set from the kitchen's comin' with us too!" He joked, earning an eye roll.

"Might not be a bad idea. Never know if or when they'll find us." She said solemnly. Zed secured the strap and slid the gun onto his back then stepped forward to pull Addison in for a comforting embrace.

"It's gonna be ok. We're together and we're both assassins. Badass ones at that!" He assured her. She looks up at him hopefully. "You know, we shouldn't have to leave. You've got intel on how they operate and I've got backup. We can fight back!" Addison smiled sadly up at him.