|In a Little Neighborhood
Author: RosesAndWriting PM
Rose was faking her personality entirely to fit the guy she's supposed to protect from some hit man. As a sort of assassin-government agent herself, she has to get rid of the guy who's trying to kill David. She also has to do this with David knowing nothing.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 2,518 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-16-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3083415
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A/N: So, there was a little hiatus between stories, and I apologize for that. I promise, Slow Time at Applebee's will be up next week. Hopefully "Feline Tendencies" will be too.
Also, if you read this, shortly enough I'll have character profiles for these characters.
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"In a Little Neighborhood"
He was adorable, sweet, and hilariously ridiculous, and I have been described as sexy, intelligent on a genius level, and witty as hell. He was down to earth, happy, and optimistic and started everyday with a smile. I was alert, never smiling unless I was faking it, and started everyday with a tired sigh. We were next door neighbors.
"Morning Rose," he greeted me every morning when we always got our newspapers, an old-timey thing that he liked to do. I simply had to copy his habits.
"Good morning David," I answered every time. I had a warm smile when I saw him, but it was also forced, partly because I'd been trained not to smile through pain- and sometimes I still felt the pain when it wasn't there. He didn't notice.
He also didn't know that Rose was my middle name- no one could ever know my first name. I'm fairly certain my parents hated me, or just always wanted me to go by my last name, because my first name was awful.
"Great morning to be awake huh?" he spoke sarcastically gesturing to the thick gray clouds that covered the entire sky as far as we both could see.
"I know right? Totally worth getting out of bed for," I grinned, amused at the sarcasm- my favorite type of humor.
"I'll see you later Rose, I have to get ready for school!" He spoke with more humor. He was a music teacher at a school fifteen minutes from the neighborhood we were in. I said my good-bye, and stood on my porch to watch him go in, and then scanned the surrounding area with a trained eye. It was a typical morning, and there was nothing alarming to see. I stepped inside.
I sighed when I shut her front door behind me- it was time to begin my day of exercises, paperwork, and making sure no one dangerous entered within a twenty-five mile radius of David. I had to go jogging, come back "home" take a shower, get ready to go to my "office" and file paperwork of old cases I'd worked. Throughout the day I had to monitor the goofy blond man that had no clue who I really was.
He was the son of a carpenter, and a damn good one. Unfortunately while working on semi-historic (only to some) land, David's father was killed on the job. It was made to look like an accident. David's family never knew the truth, but the people who wanted David dead did. Apparently David's father discovered things he shouldn't have, and confronted them about it. The irritation his father left went two generations deep.
I was assigned to protect the man. I didn't mind the case, temporarily moving back to my old small-town in a home in the same large neighborhood. (The area for the whole neighborhood could host an entire tiny town.) David lived in a little condo that was built the exact same as a dozen others. I was stationed in the one to the right of his. It was small, quaint, and my dog quite liked it.
There was just the part where she was feral, more dangerous than any possible threat to David, and this job was boring me. Whoever wanted David dead had better make a move already so I could take care of them. It was only a matter of time before something inside her triggered the "dark side" of me, and I killed David myself.
I was drinking sweet tea with a few lemon drops in it on a chair on the back patio when David came home at about five o'clock. I was working on an Anne Frasier book when I heard a car pull up. Without even pausing from my reading to think I subconsciously analyzed the distance of the sound and the melodic whistling of whoever had shown up and concluded that my friendly music teacher friend was home.
"Hey Rose, whatcha reading?" he asked when he walked out to his own patio to grade tests on music notes that involved so much math that I almost wanted to do it myself. (I loved numbers.)
"An Anne Frasier book. Mystery serial killer stuff. I figured I could read it out here since the temperature was nice enough." I'd noticed that David liked to go outside and sit to do some sort of thing for his classes when the weather was calm and just the right amount of cool. Today it was like that, and I knew that I just had to take advantage of the opportunity.
"It sounds creepy, and yeah, it does feel nice outside doesn't it? Thank goodness it didn't rain today," he responded nicely. I was a year older than he was- and only I knew this because I had his information on file, and even knew his social security number. It seemed that my small seniority was made it seem he was more sweet and childlike than I was. He was almost innocent, but sometimes his jokes were so dry, and sometimes he would stare serenely out to the sky that he just couldn't be too innocent.
"Yes, thank goodness," I said quietly. I took screenshot mental images of the trees around them, making sure a sniper wasn't hiding in any of them. David went to his grading and I felt a buzz in my pocket. I pulled out my phone.
Someone's triggered our radar. He's on his way. A text from my boss letting me know that there would finally be something happening. I would have cheered if not for the fact that the man who could possibly die- but probably not, my skills were too good- was sitting just twenty feet away from me.
I stepped inside with the quiet excuse to feed my dog, even through I wouldn't really be doing that for another hour, and got my gun, the one with the silencer on it. I made sure there was a full round of bullets before I pulled out my phone again.
Sniper or up close? Are you sending a clean up crew? I had to ask my boss the first question to get a good gauge of where I needed to be, and the second one because there would soon be a dead body on David's property and nobody needed to see that and ask questions. Obviously, that's why I sent those questions.
Up close, based on the gun he has, and of course. No need to have him elaborate more, I stepped outside on my front porch and ran to David's bushes where no one could see me. I stayed crouched for several minutes, and my legs and feet were quick to grow tired and cramped. I was quite aggravated when a black car with a crown on the hood pulled up in front of David's drive way. A man in a black trench coat and sunglasses stepped out with a gun similar to mine- and I rolled my eyes at such a cliché. He was in a domestic neighborhood for crying out loud, anybody could look out there window and see him.
He went the other way around the house on the opposite outside wall I was located and I ran silently like a cat and jumped on him. He struggled to get me off, and my hand covered his mouth to muffle any shocked noise that came out of it. He started to raise his gun but I put mine to his head first and the skirmish had ended as quickly as it started. The clean-up crew arrived conveniently right then and I was more than happy to go back to the back porch to read my novel.
"You were gone for several minutes, what kept you?" David asked taking notice of the lengthy time I was gone.
"I couldn't find his bowl. He likes to hide it sometimes, when really he just puts it in a corner and pretends to bury it. He won't let me touch it until he finishes digging it back out," I came out with my excuse quickly. It wasn't really a lie, my dog really did have such a habit but that hadn't been what happened in the past fifteen minutes. I flicked a speck of dirt off my arm.
"Seriously? That's hilarious," he remarked with his goofy and still handsome smile. I smiled myself, enjoying this conversation.
"Seriously. I love him, and he's very smart despite that. You can see the bowl if you find it, I'm not sure what exactly makes him think he has to be so thorough when it comes to getting the bowl back out of the imaginary hole he put it in," I spoke more, leaning towards him although it didn't make the slightest difference. There was still a twenty foot distance. He laughed.
We continued talking about dogs and various things until it began to get dark out. My book sat abandoned next to me, and it was thanks to David that I remembered to pick it up when we decided to go inside.
"You know, there better not be any blood where you shot that guy. The last thing I need is Mrs. Wilkerson seeing such things while she's gardening," David mentioned flippantly before he went inside. I froze and could only move my eyes to watch him go inside. He knew what had happened and that was his reaction? He couldn't have acted that way unless he knew more than he let on.
I hurried to the edge of the patio and jumped off the edge, falling a short seven feet to the ground. (That was short compared to what heights I've jumped from.) I scurried to his front door and pounded on the wood. I could hear him laughing a short second before he turned the knob and opened the door.
"You should've seen the look on your face," he chuckled. I locked my jaw briefly, put off that not only did was he making fun of my expression, but that I had one ridiculous enough to be made fun of. I had trained a lot to keep my face from showing too much emotion. Some was all it took to get a point across anyway.
"You weren't supposed to know about what had gone down, but the way you're reacting it's clear that you've known for a while. Tell me how the hell you know and I won't touch you but-" he kissed me, cutting me off. I was at a loss for words when he pulled back, and leaned towards his door frame, his hand outstretched and propping him up.
"Are you aware that you were wearing a badge the first time we met? You were on your way to leave, and you stopped when you saw me, standing right where you are now. When we met in the morning the next time we saw each other, and I told you about my liking of getting the newspaper on my driveway because it was old fashioned, you had on this adorable thinking face- what a coincidence that a paper started to appear on your doorstep so soon after, but I know that you don't read it. Plus, you weren't exactly silent over there with that guy in the trench coat."
I pursed my lips to the side, put off with myself for letting myself be so obvious. An impressed feeling squashed that however, and I looked David up and down. Most people weren't actually that observant. As this was a trait I would have picked up on earlier, he must be good at hiding it. I could understand why- it got his dad killed, even though he might not quite know it.
"That doesn't explain why you aren't screaming and running away from a girl who just shot someone in the head," I responded a bit breathless. He shrugged.
"I know you. I didn't know him, and from what I saw, he wasn't wearing anything that screamed 'nice guy'. Plus I knew I had to expect something, because you got some text and then you left with a quick excuse- you once told me you're really good at coming up with lies on the spot. I just sort of figured. It took me a while to calm down while you were gone," he added the last part as some way of consolation for me.
"Well damn," I whispered. The very day that I do my job my cover gets blown. At least I got the job done.
"You want to come in and sit down? You look a bit shocked," he joked. I scowled at him, muttered something about him being the one who's supposed to be shocked, and went in anyways.
"I suppose you can figure out that I can't stay now. My job's done and I'm a very in-demand agent. Plus, small towns do nothing for me," I spoke calmly and almost coldly, my arms folded over my chest. He chuckled.
"I've noticed that you seem to hate any place outside of this little part of the neighborhood. I'm sure you want to leave, but…" he trailed off as he slowly walked over to me.
"I seem to have this silly little hope that I could change your mind," he murmured, his lips barely grazing mine. Not only was that unexpected, but he immediately wrapped me in a too-tight embrace and grounded his lips to mine, and my eyes snapped shut.
And in its own way, it was nice.
"On any mission, I wouldn't have to leave until the day after I finish the job," I murmured into the kiss. He "mhm-ed" that and tightened his grip.
Him, and this tiny portion of a very large neighborhood were the only reasons I stayed any longer than I needed to.
He provided the biggest reasons though.
A/N: David liiiiikes Rooooossseee. Please, please, please a thousand times, review, do something, tell me you hate it, I don't care. Trash the story, heck, just type into the review box whatever you like, dislike about your day! I don't care.
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