Kitty one-shots

Mission gone wrong

This is for xXQueenieBooksXx  I enjoy torturing people with you. (This is also why I didn't reply to your comments quickly, I was writing this. I hope this satisfies you.)

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Kit breathed out a sigh as he surveyed the room he was in. His ear piece crackled with static before the familiar voice of his partner could be heard.

"Anything interesting yet?"

Kit shook his head minutely, knowing that Ty would see it through the camera. Ty had wanted to be in here with him, but he'd been shot two weeks ago on the job and the doctor hadn't cleared him for field work yet. Plus, there were people here that might recognise Ty so it had been safer for Kit to go in alone. Everyone thought Kit Rook, his old identity from the crime world, was dead. Kit himself had changed a lot over the past few years and had matured so he didn't look a lot like his younger pubescent self anymore.

Kit raised the glass in his hand to his lips and took a swig. The alcohol burned as it went down his throat and he decided to not drink anymore. It would be a bad idea to get even tipsy on this job. Even though it was an observation-only scenario, something could still go wrong.

"Hey blondie," said someone in a sweet tone as they sat down next to him.

He turned to face the new comer, recognising her as his target, Zara Dearbitch or something. Kit placed his elbow on the table and offered her a polite smile.

"'Hey blondie' yourself," he replied.

She clenched her jaw slightly before a smile slide into place. She reached out to take his glass and downed the rest of the alcohol.

"What is a cutie like you doing here? Thought you'd have a girlfriend," Zara inquired.

Kit winced and let out a defeated sigh. "Actually, I recently broke up with my girlfriend. She said 'it's not you it's me' and all that shit."

"Jeez, sounds like a bitch. It does sound like you could use a pick-me-up too," Zara said as she stood and held out a hand. "Join me?"

He glanced at her hand, pretending to hesitate. "I mean, no offence of anything, but I'm not the one night stand sort of guy if you mean that. If you're offering something else though, sure."

"Shame. But I was actually offering something else. So, coming?"

Kit reached out and took her hand as he stood, repressing a shiver of disgust. Instead of showing how much he wanted to drop her hand, he offered Zara a nervous smile. "Lead the way."

Zara led him through the club and into a back room. The room had a camera in the corner but it seemed to be turned off, meaning that he'd be alone here and Ty wouldn't be able to see him. There was also a table pushed up against the wall with knives on it, which was where Zara went when she dropped Kits hand. She picked up a knife, the blade looking dull in the artificial light.

"We have drugs in the next room if you're interested in that sort of thing or you can stab someone," Zara suggested.

"Stab someone?" He asked with fake nervousness. "You're joking right? And um not into drugs, sorry."

Zara shrugged "Stabbing people can be therapeutic."

Yeah, maybe if I was stabbing you.