He'd trade his guns for love
But he's caught in the crossfire,
And he keeps wakin' up,
But it's not to the sound of birds
The tyranny, the violent streets, Deprived of all that we're blessed with

Crossfire, Stephen
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Quickly Lydia jumps off of Stiles as the doors of the elevator open. He smirks up at her as he stands up slowly. Lydia rolls her eyes at him. How can he go from a mental breakdown to an assassin asshole? She looks to see who pried the doors open. A boy with dark golden curls smiles and looks at Stiles and Lydia with icy blue eyes that pry for information. Stiles jumps forward and throws an arm over Isaac's shoulder. "Isaac it's been too long," he says happily. Lydia hides her smile and begins to walk past the two boys. Stiles continues to hug Isaac as Lydia walks by so he is facing her as she walks towards Allison. All of her clothes are skin tight and Stiles can't help but stare at her perfect body move when she walks. "I don't know about you Isaac, but I wouldn't mind killing it on that body," Stiles mumbles fully knowing how the comment will effect Lydia. Lydia turns on her heel and does not waste any time in swiftly grabbing the knife from her belt loop and storming back towards Stiles. She pushes him away from Isaac and cuts him lightly across his chest. Stiles shirt rips revealing a slit of pale skin that is now marked with a gash and blood. Nothing deep, but very effective.

Of course no one does anything to stop Lydia since violence is natural for everyone at the Assassin Hotel as some call it. The true name is the Desmond Hotel. Desmond Miles was the founder of the hotel and an assassin himself. Everyone staying there are assassins after all.

Stiles cringes and makes an odd noise. It sounds like a mix between a laugh and a scoff. Stiles fingers the wound and looks at the fresh blood on his hand. He smirks more and takes a step towards Lydia as she breathes heavily, her hair falling in front of her face. Stiles takes his blood covered hand and pushes the hair behind her ear. She squints angry eyes at the pale, mole speckled boy. A voice comes from behind them and Lydia flings her body around to see who it is that's talking.

"Ahh Stiles and Lydia, still as much sexual tension as always," Cora says as she makes her way to Isaac's side. Lydia scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"I missed you Cora, I however did not miss your determination to brainwash me into thinking I have any attraction towards him," Lydia tells the younger Hale sister while gesturing towards Stiles who is now behind Lydia, elusively checking her out. Cora raises a single eyebrow and smiles slightly. Lydia walks up to the girl a hugs her with one arm. "How have you been Hale?" Lydia ask Cora. Lydia senses Stiles walking by her from behind and does not think anything of it until his hand smacks her bottom casually as he walks by. Without taking her eyes completely off of Cora, Lydia chucks yet another knife at the boy. Swiftly the six foot boy ducks and the knife drives into a wall next to Allison who widens her eyes as she talks to Scott quietly. Cora laughs and looks up at Isaac with big brown doe eyes. He hunches himself over her and slides a hand onto her back. She smirks before they lock lips. Lydia raises her eyebrows and smiles a bit. Her arms cross over her chest and Lydia waits for the public display of affection to end. When the couple parts Lydia bites both of her lips. "So that's what's been going on," Lydia starts happily as the couple smirks, "does Derek know about this?" Derek could not of approved this. Cora has always been one hundred percent off limits to everyone. All Isaac does is smile and puts a finger to his lips while making a 'shh' noise. Rolling her eyes playfully Lydia walks past her old friends and straight to the bar. After ordering a drink she looks around at the dimly lit basement. Tables are full with people of different sexes, races, and ages. Some laugh and some look completely lost. Others just look like they are trying to survive the day. Every few minutes Lydia spots a couple kissing or talking flirtatiously. Some are young, others a bit older. Ages really do range in the business. There are teens who are training, young adults who are new to the business or have been there for a little while, the middle aged men and women who are still and fit as a fresh new teen. Then there are the older white haired men and women who have been there way to long but are still kicking like a thirty five year old.

Typically, Stiles is already leaning over some dopey blonde across the bar. Is she even in the business? As Lydia turns her head to the right a bit she sees Scott with an arm on the wall talking to Allison who has a hard expression on her face. Little does Lydia know, Scott and Allison's conversation is awkward in every sense of the word. A single wrong sentence said and the whole atmosphere could shatter around them.

Allison remains tall and confident, but if it weren't for her training she would be shaking and freaking out internally and externally. The conversation started out casual and got much to intimate much to fast for Allison's taste. The same could be said for Scott. The young man does not know where they stand relationship wise. Now they have had sex twice and clearly have feelings for each other. Scott does not know how to act, how close to get, he does not know where he can touch her and for how long. He barely knows what to say or how to respond. "So how did Stiles' job in Italy go?" Allison asks casually. Scott clears his throat and tries to think of an answer. This damn girl makes him so nervous and awkward where as usually he is strong and fast. Elusive to any eye.

"Um, well he completed it, but barely. You know how Stiles is usually fast?" Allison nods. That's how Stiles got into training. He was so fast in that fight in the alley that his future boss accepted him. Allison can remember training with Stiles and not even seeing his kick coming until it hit her hard in her hip. And just as soon as she would fall to the ground, the boy was quick to lend a hand to help her up. Even if this did earn him a scolding from Derek. It was those little actions that mattered to Allison the most. "Well they shot some sort of aesthetic into him and he was slow, really slow. Since his biggest advantage was gone they got him good, a knife in the back and gash over the heart," Scott explains this as he holds his own hands. Fidgeting as he speaks to the girl nervously. She bites her lip casually.

"Oh, that's bad, at least he finished the job," Allison commented. Scott nods slowly, not really knowing what to say next.

"Yeah, I guess it's partially my fault, he was probably tired. I've been making sure he has a lot of jobs, if he doesn't, well then he's alone to much, and I don't want to find my best friend nearly dead on my doorstep again because of an overdose," Scott explained bluntly. Allison licked her lips and nodded her head in understanding. Her brown waves fell over her shoulders when she nodded and Scott could not help but watch, completely intrigued.

"I get it, I have to say, I'm worried about Lydia," Allison states. Scott looks up at Allison with furrowed eyebrows.

"What's wrong with Lydia?" He asks. Allison shrugs.

"She has just been sleeping around a lot, it's making her sloppy when we are working," Allison explains. Scott
finds himself unable to keep his thought in his head. They escape through his mouth before he can stop them.

"Does what we did count as sleeping around?" Scott asks obnoxiously. Allison widens her eyes and her face becomes, if at all possible, even more pale.

"What?" She manages to squeak out. Scott gets nervous now that he will loose her forever.

"I mean, it's just, twice now we have slept together and then when I wake up you're never there." Allison knows this is true. The first time was a Derek's. Scott and Allison spent a long and wonderful night together and the next morning when Scott and Stiles were leaving since their training was finished, Allison was miraculously gone. The second time was more recent when Scott and Allison were put on a job together. They worked, slept, worked the next day, drank, and when the went to sleep again they were together and they were drenched in sweat. Their legs were tangled and the sheets were a balled up mess. Tiny moans had escaped Allison's mouth. A contrast to her loud battle screams while on a job. Her hair stuck to his arms and her own forehead. Then the next morning, like clockwork, Allison was gone.

She debates speaking. Allison's mouth opens into a tiny "o" shape and a small sound makes its way out of her mouth before whatever she was going to say is cut off. "Scott, I can't." And with that she turns around, a messy wave of chocolate hair flying behind her. Allison's flawless features and midnight black clothing disappear into the crowded basement. Scott's eyes loose track of the tall girl and a loud sigh escapes his lips. As Allison escapes his view she accidentally bumps into Cora. She quickly glances up before continuing her path to the bathroom. "Sorry Cora," is all she mumbles before leaving, afraid that her tears will be seen by her strong friend.

Cora watches her strut away sigh her eyebrow raised high. The young Hale sister looks up at her tall boyfriend who stares back down at her with a smilies expression. Smirks are plastered onto both of their faces. Cora pulls her hand away from Isaac's and points all around the basement. Isaac's gaze follows where her finger points joyfully. First to Allison who is holding in tears in a dark corner by the bathroom. Then to Scott who is literally talking to himself as he leans a gain at a wall with his eyes closed. Next to Lydia who is throwing shot after shot down her throat. Lastly she points to Stiles who is latched onto some long legged blonde a few feet away from an aggravated Lydia. Cora brings her hand back to her side and look back up at her boyfriend. "Do you see that Isaac?" She asks. Isaac nods and smiles wider.

"I do indeed Cora." Cora nods and glances around the room again.

"That Mr. Lahey is a tragedy, six friends that have been ripped apart by the job," Cora says as she tisks. Isaac just shakes his head mockingly.

"What shall we do dearie?" He asks knowingly.

"We need the job to bring them back together, all of us should be back together again, like the good old days."

A/N Cora has a plan;)