You and Miguel had been happily married for the past six years. Nether one knowing the other is an assassin working for competing agencies. That is until the day you both get your new assignments, your new target was Miguel, and his was you. After several attempts on both sides the two of you meet up again at a gala. Miguel grabs your hand, his grip painfully tight as he pulls you onto the dance floor as a tango song starts. The dance is both sensual and a way for each to check the other for weapons. Miguel dips you running his hand down your back finding nothing and you arch a brow, "Satisfied?" "Never", he growls his hand moving to your leg finding the small knife and throwing it into a nearby wall. The next beat you drop down grabbing the small sidearm strapped to his ankle sliding it away before he pulls you up to continue the dance, his hand on your lower back keeping you close.