Previously In International Agents:

"Giovanni, Don't pick fights you won't win."

I walked over to the railings and swung myself over the railings and into the embankment below. The fall was harder than anticipated, I rolled down the hill and slammed my back on every jagged rock there was, my flesh was being scraped and pulled at. I put my arm out and grabbed onto a piece of root coming out of the hillside. The centre was built inside a hill and I was just above a window. I kicked it in and fell through the window, completely out of breath. I was feeling worse for wear.

"Adrijan is that you?" I heard a horrified voice cry.

I looked up and through blurry eyes I could make out the figure of a young woman.

It was Becky.

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This chapter will be in Becky's POV

"You did what?" I squealed. I had 'borrowed' a huge bottle of red wine, and found some popcorn in the training room kitchen and just went to chat with Lizzie. We needed a girly catch up after all that's happened.

"It was just a small kiss on his cheek, that's all!" she laughed, I couldn't believe she wasn't taking this seriously. This was big news.

I grabbed some glasses and filled them with a bottle of Valpollicella or valpolliceler? How ever you pronounce. This was my personal favourite back in England, but you think I would have learned how to pronounce it by now.

I handed Lizzie a glass and brought the popcorn over to my bed where we were sitting.

"Just a kiss, This is big news for you!" I clapped in joy.

"But it was on his cheek, it doesn't really count. Oh my gosh, What if he thought it was strange?" her mood suddenly changed and she drank a huge gulp of her wine. I had never seen her drink that much before.

"He is crazy head over heels for you girl! Can't you tell by the way he always tells you he cares?"

"I don't believe you, sure we were 'in love' once but not now."

I was baffled by her ignorance of mankind. These are the signs of true love and she was missing all of them. she has been single for way to long, it's quite sad really.

"Enough about me, What about you and James?" She asked grabbing a handful of popcorn and throwing at me.

"James is fabulous, Even he agrees that you to are a perfect match!"

she groaned and stuffed her face with popcorn, I swear she loves food more than people.

"can we stop talking about Adrijan now, and don't change the subject, I want details!"

We chatted for what seemed like hours and then she headed off to bed. I feel sorry for the poor girl sometimes, I really do. She is just so lonely.

I put the popcorn and empty wine bottle and glasses on the side. I practically drank the whole bottle. Elizabeth doesn't drink much, she is trying to maintain a 'healthy lifestyle'.

I was about to hop into bed when I heard a terrifying crash. There was a body on the floor and I jumped on the bed with a loud shriek. Who the hell is this and why is he covered in blood? I heard him curse under his breath in what seemed like a strong Croatian accent.

I cautiously jumped down, grabbing the wine bottle as I went, it was my only weapon. I approached the figure carefully.

"Adrijan is that you?"

The figure groaned and wheezed, coughing and sputtering as he made his way towards me.

"Becky, you have to help me, please....." He coughed and spluttered, blood soaking his suit jacket.

"oh my god, oh my god, what happened to you?" He stumbled onto my bed, drenching part of it with blood. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a wet flannel. I made him press it to his small head wound as I raced to find a first aid kit.

"I was in a fight, Giovanni and I, I jumped of balcony" He wheezed. He looked very disfigured, rips and tears in his clothes, he looked like he had been to hell and back.

I grabbed some rubbing alcohol and cleaned his wounds. He groaned as the alcohol stung his cuts. I bandaged his arms, making sure to 'gently' pop his arm back into place, and he did his legs. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Becky love, are you in there?"

"Adrijan, It's James, Run into the bathroom and lock the door." I whispered, ushering him out if the room.

He sort of hobbled into the bathroom and locked it.

I opened the door, making sure to hide the rubbing alcohol and first aid kit.

"Hi James, sweetheart. How are you?" I tried to act as though nothing happened.

"Uh fine, hey listen I need to ask you something."

"Ok, fire away!" I was started to act very suspiciously, I think he noticed but shook his head.

"You see Becky, Ever since I met you I knew you were special, You really are the...Oh my god!" He yelled, pointing to the blood stained sheets on my bed. A look of horror plastered on his face.

"Oh that?" I asked shrugging.

He ran towards me and scooped me up in his arms.

"Oh my god, Are you hurt?" He asked, looking for any signs of an injury.  "Have you had a haemorrhage?"

"God no, You see James, It was just a Period accident." You know what that sounded better in my head but I guess I'll roll with it.

James lowered me down gently, he looked relieved but a little weirded out.

"Oh, ummmm. Can I use your bathroom?" He asked gesturing towards the door.

"Ever seen Saw? Chainsaw Massacre? Psycho? You don't want to go in there!"

He just stood in my room awkwardly for a bit, kissed my head and then left, shutting the door behind him.

I cursed under my breath and knocked on the bathroom door. It opened and Adrijan looked somewhat nicer, he had cleaned his wounds a bit better than I had but he still looked messed up.

"How am I to cover them? They are too visible yes?" He said, staring at his reflection in the mirror.

"Flesh coloured plasters?". I searched through the bathroom cabinet and found a small box of age-old plasters. They were sort of flat. I helped Adrijan plaster the few visible cuts he had on his face and I took a long hard look.

"I could use my makeup to blend them in a tad more?" It was the only idea I had, plus I just really wanted to even out his skin tone, it was dreadful.

"No, no makeup" He declined my very suitable suggestion. I cornered him and began my work, it was like painting a blank canvas. After a few minutes he looked good as new, like he had been reborn.

"Much better!" I cried in happiness.

"I look like a Model, Becky, you are a genius!"

"Model? Bit of a stretch. Genius on the other hand is an understatement for how amazing my creative powers are."

He just shook his head and started to laugh.

"My suit is stained though; so is my shirt a bit, it's too noticeable"

I walked to my wardrobe and pulled out a jacket, similar to the one he had on and a crisp white shirt. I handed them to him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Don't ask"

He shrugged, I help him undo his shirt and put on the fresh one and put on his jacket. He looked brand new. I wiped away an imaginary tear.

"My work here is done" I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hvala ti, Thank you Becky!" he cried, pulling me into a friendly hug.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." he nodded a thankful smile and headed out of the door.

I turned to face a colossal mess of blood, bandages and makeup all over the bathroom and that huge stain on my bed.

I should of asked him to help me clean up.

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**A chapter in Becky's POV**

**I will update again soon**