You loved danger. Like really. The thrill of killing in darkness, the excitement of managing two lifes.... It was almost pervert. You worked at day, killed at night, and the weeks , you were Batista's "hermano", tolerating Masuka's perverted actions and keeping Quinn out of trouble, while Laguerta flirted with you, Doakes tailed you and Dexter acted as weird as you.

But it wasn't enough.

You needed more.

Which is why you started dating Debra Morgan aka Miami Metro's lieutenant. Yes. The very same lieutenant who discovered many of your victims, and is now actively hunting you with a whole team.

Yeah. It's pervert.

"So? How's the case going?" You ask, behind a box of chicken wings, on the balcony of the restaurant.

She ate eagerly. As if she paid for everything (she didn't at all, you did) before looking up at you with.

"Yep. I just got a finger print on one of the victim's body. ..." She smirked, stealing the wing you were holding in your hand. ".... When i'll catch him, i will put a bullet on the head of the fucker."

Oh oh...

As soon as you heard tht, you knew you needed to act. Like very fast. Because, if you keep flying too close to the sun... Your wings will burn and even the insects will touch you.

That's why, later , when you separated after... A heated moment... You followed her closely, M-99 in hand. When she was alone in a dark street, you acted.

Two minutes later, she was uncouscious in your arms. You knew very well how to act. Take off clothes, put on the table, wrap her in plastic, have a quick chat for therapy (it's cheaper) and use the knife....

But ... As you were going to stab her... You reminded yourself of a fact.

She didn't fit the code.

She didn't deserve to die. She didn't hurt innocents. She just did her job. And ... She may have been a cover but was starting to sound real.

When you saw her eyes opening, you knew it was too late. She used, M-99, (you didn't even know where she pulled it out) on you.

Your own plaything turned on you. How ironic.

You woke up two minutes, later, naked, wrapped in plastic, when she cuts your cheek.

"You couldn't help yourself, didn't you? God... You're so predictable." She said, looking at you upside down.

You didn't even try to move. Because you've been on the other side too many times to know it wouldn't work.

"Let's play a game, sweet bastard." She said straddling you, her knife entering the plastic.

"I ask questions. You answer. You get a treat. "Deal?" "Deal." "Good boy."

Her smirk widened. One second, she cuts the entire plastic to free you and the other , she's kissing you.

Maybe getting thrown in jail would have been better....