A/N Edited.

I resisted the urge to groan since my ex-best friend was actually working for the enemy.

"What the hell, Jessi? Out of all the places, it had to be now," he groaned as he ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry. But I have a job to do," he said with a flash of guilt in his eyes as he charged toward me.

"Damn it, Tyler," I glared at him and sidestepped to avoid his attack on me. "But I didn't know you were sloppy, whatever happened to the small, toothed Ty-Ty?" I mocked as I threw a punch at his gut. I heard him groan as he attempted to punch me again.

I could tell he was pretty much not that advanced based on the moves he was throwing at me. Anyone who can fight could really tell how much practice and training one did.

"Whatever, Jessi. Please don't get in my way," he pleaded as he corner me towards the wall and grabbed both my arms at the sides. "Let go of me, Ty," I struggled to remove myself from his grasp and I saw at the corner of my eye, 56th...57th...

I quickly kneed him where the sun doesn't shine and he immediately fell to the floor. Just as on cue, the elevator opened on the 58th floor. I ran my way towards room 596 and saw a big man dressed in a tuxedo guard the outside room.

I made my way towards the front of the room and the man looked at me. "For Mr. Echo," I said and he stepped aside for me to enter the room. Once I was inside, there was no one. Rather, there was a big brown envelope closed securely resting on the marble table across the living room. I grabbed it and made my way out.

"Thanks," I muttered as I quickly make my way towards the stairs. By now, Tyler must be looking for me and is planning to get this document out of my hands so I avoided his route, which was the elevator. Once I got on the 51st floor, I decided to use another elevator and made my way down towards the basement.

It was just about time that I exited the elevator and made a run toward the black car that was parked right up the corner.

Not until I heard a deafening sound. Randomly fired gunshots. I glanced at my back to see other armed men screaming their way toward me. "Shit!" I shouted as I take cover behind a wall. "Where are you guys?!" I shouted, in panic as I franticly look to my left for a black car.

"We're on the right, you idiot!" I heard Mark shout from the earpiece and a black car across me flashed lights. Damn it, I had to cross.

I take a peek and saw that the guys were nearing me. I took a deep breath and made a run for my life. As soon as I stepped out of the wall I was hiding behind, I ran towards the car parked across, trying to avoid the bullets that were fired on my right. I rolled, cartwheeled and dodged them, all the while trying not to get the envelope I was holding get crumpled.

Once I got inside, Martha stepped on the gas and made our way towards the exit.

"Fuck, that was close," I exhaled as I took a seat back and examined if the document was in one piece. I sighed in relief as I saw the document intact and handed it over to Mark.

Once I raised my arm to hand it over to Mark, I felt a painful burning sting resonating on my right upper arm. It was bleeding. "What the fuck?!" I shouted at my bleeding arm. I hadn't noticed this earlier and it was probably because of adrenaline.

I weakened at the horrible sight of blood. If it would have been other people, then I wouldn't have been like this but if it's from me...

"Hey, Jess, are you okay?" I faintly heard Martha ask in a worried voice before I slowly drifted off and let darkness welcome me.

******

Where am I?

I stood up from the cold hard ground and looked around the place. There were a lot of rusty rides and this was probably an abandoned amusement park. I shivered. This place gives me creeps! In the corner of my eye, I saw a big tent with a sign saying, DO NOT ENTER. But because of curiosity, I went in and the sight of creepy horses and caterpillars greeted me.

What am I doing here anyway?

I heard one of the rides' creeks and I instantly looked where that came from.

BANG

A gunshot. There must be someone in here...

"Looks like the princess is here." A threatening voice said from behind. I snapped out of my thoughts and turned to see who it is. Seeing his face, he looks like someone from the DAA. But not only one person greeted me. He held...Wade?! As his hostage? Now, where did this come from?

"In ten seconds, someone might die between the two of you, now choose, your life or his?"

When I first started to work for this agency, I took an oath about putting the client's life first.

"Ten," But how will I guarantee that if he'll shoot me, he won't shoot Wade? "Nine," Because that's usually the case, after shooting the person they're threatening, they shoot the other. "Eight," Maybe I could call Martha and Mark to send back-up. Oh, snap! I don't have my earpiece with me! "Seven," Think! Think! Think! "Six," My distance from them is mere at least 4 meters so it's too impossible to kick his hand that's holding the gun.

"Four." Wait, something's missing. This asshole––

"Hey, you skipped! Do you even know how to count?!" That is so unfair!

"Three," Oh shit, it's now or never...

"Two." Here goes...

"One."

"WAIT, you didn't even–––NOO!!!"

BANG

******

I suddenly jolted up and shook my head and blinked my eyes rapidly. As soon I did that, regret immediately took place as I hit a major headache. I groaned and noticed that I was in my room.

Am I dead?

Of course not, you just got shot in the arm.

I looked at my arm and saw that it was placed in a cast. "Oh my god, Jess! Are you okay?" I looked up at the voice of my mother, dripping with so much worry. I can see her eyes are red. Has been crying? My heart breaks whenever I see that. It reminds me that she's human and has emotions, unlike when she's on a mission. She walked towards me and gave me a big hug.

"We didn't bring you to the hospital since we had issues with your identity. I called my friend who is a doctor," mom explained. I sighed in relief as she remembered that I hated hospitals.

I glanced around the room and spotted Wade sitting on my swivel chair by the desk with a worried look, and Martha and Mark standing by the window having a heated discussion. Mom called the doctor to notify him about me waking up and that I was fine.

"Martha and Mark told me what happened. It must have shocked you, honey," mom looked at me with a worried expression as she tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I just can't believe it was him. He was working with those people." Looking back, he really did change a lot. I could still faintly remember our encounter from last night. "It's okay, don't think about just now and rest. I'll just cook us some dinner. I'll be right back," mom kissed me on my forehead and headed downstairs. I glanced at Martha & Mark, "Were you able to deliver the file to Mr. Foxtrot?" I asked.

I was supposed to deliver them right after I got it last night. I internally groan since turning over this mission to another agent would mark in my record. "Yeah, the mission got turned over to Agent Zia, don't worry. She's got it handled," Martha said with concern in her eyes as she glance at my arm. "Thanks, at least it didn't fall into the wrong hands," I replied jokingly to lighten up the situation, earning a small laugh from the both of them.

"Looks like you're okay. We'll be off, we still need to write up an incident report about this. See you, Jess." I nodded in acknowledgment as the both of them gave me tiny hugs and made their way outside the room.

That leaves me with Wade who seemed to be clueless about the situation, I could tell by the way he was shifting on his seat looking here and there.

"You could've died," Wade looked at me as he stood up from his chair and walked towards the side of the bed.

"But I didn't? Just a gunshot, it's not that serious, really." I shrug him off. It was actually not as bad as it looked. The bullet just got grazed on my arm so there wasn't really any harm done other than leaving a nasty scar.

"Not that serious? Are you crazy?" He exclaimed as his eyebrows shot up. I sighed, "It's part of our job description, trust me. I'm okay," I said softly.

"Fine, but I'll look after you, Jessica," Wade replied as he took a seat on the chair beside my bed. That was actually the first time he didn't call me cupcake or sweetheart. He must be serious. I rolled my eyes at him and looked for my phone. "Here."

"Thanks," I scrolled the notifications on my phone and thankfully, there were no new notifications other than Ella texting me if we could hang out today. I could feel his intense stare from the corner of my eye. "What do you want?" I asked getting annoyed. Give me a break, please.

"Just rest," he said and put his hand on my forehead to push my head down. As soon as I felt his touch, I couldn't help but feel something weird in my stomach like it was doing backflips. Did they change the sheets of my pillows? It smelled nice.

"Why do you care?" I snapped. This boy is giving me another headache.

"Why? Is it wrong to care?" He shot back. I didn't know why but my heartbeat quickened as soon as I heard him say that. Does that mean he really cared about me? "I care because you're my bodyguard, remember?" he quickly added. Ah, right. I was his bodyguard, if I was injured, who would protect him?

"Why are you not in school?" I asked. "It's because school ended an hour ago, idiot," he replied. My eyes immediately looked at the clock and it was already 6 pm. I was unconscious for almost a day?!

I heard my stomach growl and demanded food. Wade seemed to have heard it as well and chuckled. "Looks like someone is hungry," he smirked as he ruffled my hair. I felt my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
"Let me get food for you. What kind of food do you like?" he asked as he stood up from the chair and brought up the blankets to tuck me in.

"Anything's good, just make it quick. I'm so hungry," he laughed and shook his head. Before he went outside the room, I added, "Make sure it's not microwaved!"

*****

After approximately forty minutes, he came into the room with a food tray. "Sorry I took so long, I helped your mom cook," he replied as he gave me a small smile. Wow, I didn't know that Wade can actually cook.

"Wow, who would've thought that the Wade Johnson can actually cook?" I jokingly replied as I slowly clapped my hands. He rolled his eyes at me as he placed the food tray on the bedside table.

"Thank you," I mumbled as I smell the delicious aroma of pork katsudon with jasmine rice envelope my room. I grab the utensils getting excited to take a bit of the delicious goodness in front of me. As I was about to take a spoonful of it, Wade grabbed my wrist, "Let me feed you."

What the hell?

"What am I? A three-year-old? I could perfectly eat by myself, thank you very much," I shot back. I think I'm perfectly capable doing it since I had another hand I could use.

"Just let me eat already!" I sighed exasperatedly. I'm freaking hungry! I haven't even eaten food since the last time I could remember.

"Say Aaaaa...." What the actual hell. I looked at him like he lost his marbles. Is he seriously going to continue with the act? I'm too hungry to argue with him anyway so then I might just go along with it... I opened my mouth and he shoved the spoon inside.

I almost choked as soon as I took a bite. I think something got stuck in my throat which made me cough and punch my chest. Wade seemed and hurriedly gave me a glass of water. "Thanks, who would've thought that you would become my slave," I joked.

And I devoured every bit of the katsudon in front of me...

*****

"So, do I have homework?" I asked as I walked out of the bathroom after washing my face.

"Well, princess, I took the liberty to go to your classes and gathered everything you have missed today." He smirked as he walked over to his backpack on my desk and yanked all the contents on my bed. I expected him to probably say, 'Go find out on your own', because that's just how he is.

I really didn't expect him to do that. Out of curiosity, I put my right hand on his forehead. Hm...nothing seems wrong...

He clears his throat and asks, "Um...what are you doing?"

"Oh I was just checking if you have a high fever, but no, you are not feeling unwell. I'm just surprised that you can actually be a good person," I jokingly said, a small smile making its way on my lips. He glared at me playfully.

"Wait! Is the world ending?!" I said and acted as though we need to evacuate immediately. He jokingly placed his hand on the left side of his chest mimicking a heartbreak, "Aw, did you really think of me that badly?" I stuck my tongue out at him and we both laughed.

This boy sure is full of surprises. "By the way, I wrote the summary of the deadlines on a sticky note. And I'll stick it.....here, perfect," he said as he carefully placed the sticky note on my forehead. "Gee, thanks," I replied dripping with heavy sarcasm as I removed the note from my forehead and stuck it on my bedside table.

I try to walk over to get my things on my desk, but when I was going to, Wade placed his hands on my shoulders, motioned me to sit on the bed and said, "You have a serious injury, you should be careful!"

"It's no biggie, really," I replied shrugging, causing my arm to move and suddenly feel pain in my right arm like it was poked by a hundred needles. "Ow! Damn it!" I exclaimed, tightly closing my eyes shut. I opened them and could feel in my peripheral vision that Wade was looking at me with the expression, 'I told you so'.

For once, I listened to him and Wade grabbed my stuff from my desk. Using my left hand, I rummaged my bag for the things I needed and brought out my laptop.

I worked in silence. Wade was on his phone playing flappy bird and some kind game that involved shooting and getting angry with other people. He occasionally looks over in my direction to see if I needed help but I just flipped him off.

I was in the middle of doing my Math assignment when Wade asked, "How do you even know the answers when the teachers didn't even discuss them yet and because you were absent?"

That's because I already knew these things way back. "You awfully have a lot of questions, can you please do me a favor?" I asked, my eyebrows furrowing with annoyance and frustration. "Can you please...SHUT UP? Thanks." I continued answering the homework.

I glanced at him when he went back to his phone and noticed he kind of looked disappointed for a second or maybe I'm having hallucinations.

"I have the freedom to talk and ask questions," he said confidently with his chin up. I threw him the pillow resting behind me and hit his head in the process.

"Did you know, when you bump or hit something with your head, your brain cells die, and when your brain cells die, you may or may not get temporary memory loss," I explained remembering Mr. D's lecture about the brain six years ago. So I hit him with all my might using the pillow resting behind me. He hit me back but carefully avoided hitting my right arm.

"Oh, it's on." And that resulted in a pillow fight, with me only using my left arm to hit him with a pillow.

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