At 1834, I got dressed in a torso-hugging light aqua tank top and dark blue jeans. I pulled on my teal, diamond-studded boots, sitting on my bed. I bent over, placing my hair in a high ponytail, braiding it tightly. I sat up, watching the door. The footsteps I heard got closer, and someone knocked on the door. I finished tying off the braid, calling out, "Come in," and walked into the bathroom, looking through my drawers till I found my stash of bobby pins.

"Rai?" I heard Hunter call out as he shut the door.

"Bathroom," I called back as i twisted my braid around my base ponytail, pinning it in place, pulling pins out from between my lips. Hunter appeared in the mirror as he leaned against the doorjamb. i tucked the tail of the braid into the updo, pinning it in place before turning to look at him. "so, other than the impending mission, what brings you here, Hunter?" I asked.

He shrugged, and I watched his pec contract through his dark blue tshirt. I glanced at the rest of his outfit. Black jeans with paint splatter paired with dark grey Converse. "I can't hang out with my partner?" I gave him a half-smile, walking over to him.

"Weirdo," I muttered, hugging him before equipping my holsters and tossing on a leather jacket.

"Takes one to know one," he muttered, gesturing to my jacket. I stuck my tongue out at him and he chuckled, lowering his head. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as I lay on my bed, grabbing my book and opening it to the bookmark. I commenced reading while Hunter sat in the loveseat in my 'living room'. I flipped through the chapter, finishing it as Hunter came into my bedroom, telling me it was "probably time to get to the garage." Entering my bookmark, I got up, leaving my book on the bed, grabbing my keys off their hook by the door. I slipped my finger through the keyring, walking out the door.

Arriving in the garage, I made my way to my truck, Hunter on my heels. I unlocked her, climbing into the driver seat. Hunter swung into the passenger seat, and I turned on my aqua Ford F-150 XLT deluxe cab. The radio started blaring Make Me Wanna by Thomas Rhett, and I sang along, pulling out of the garage.

An hour later, I pulled into a parking spot, turning off the truck. Hunter and I got out, walking into the park. It was a cool evening, and we walked, looking for the woman described in the mission folders. Sara Colsen, high-ranking agent of the ELA. Blond haired, I spotted her from a hundred yards away, sticking out like a sore thumb in her skirt suit. I poked Hunter, pointing. He nodded and we walked in her direction.

Lo and behold, we encountered someone rather... familiar. "Hello again, Daisy," I heard, and groaned inwardly. I looked around, noticing Hunter was missing. And Jonah Lake was in his place.

"You must have mistaken me for someone else," I said, British accent included. I was silently panicking, and hoped Jonah didn't read it in my eyes. 'Where was Hunter?' I thought.

"I think not, Raiyne Leigh Night." Jonah's tone was slightly ominous. I blinked.

"I-I don't know who you're talking about." I felt my face flush like it typically does when I lie flat-out.

"Oh, I'm sure you know who I'm talking about." I threw my gaze around frantically, looking for a familiar glimpse of chestnut hair and paint-spattered jeans. "Looking for your partner? What was his name again? Was it John? no, how about Justin? Luke? Oh, no. I believe it was Hunter." I turned my panicked gaze back to Jonah.

"I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of knowing, Jonah," I said, setting my jaw in anger.

"Ah. So we have met before." I growled, glaring at him.

"You met me under the pseudonym of Daisy. But I guess the Edge doesn't give pseudonyms," I retorted, having dropped the accent long ago.

"We see no need of them," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Probably why your guys seem to be caught more often than ours." I felt my phone vibrate with a text message.

"Check your phone," he said. I reached back into my rear pocket, pulling out my iPhone. Trust only HJL and CCS, Night. ~ShepOnly Natasha would tell me that, since Edge didn't know of my relationship with Stark. Hopefully, anyway. It wasn't a far stretch to assume they did. I put my phone up, watching Jonah carefully.

"Where's Hunter?" I asked, receiving a smirk in response.

"Guess."

"Your headquarters, I'm assuming. Or at least on his way there now." He tilted his head side to side.

"Well, you're not wrong," he said, smiling devilishly.

"Where. Is. He?" I asked, punctuating the question with a growl.

"Now, now. Let's calm down, or you will not see your pretty little boytoy again, my fine flower." I huffed out a breath. Not only was he referring to Hunter as my 'boytoy'-he was my best friend and first boyfriend-but he had the audacity to use a term of endearment!

"I'm not your 'fine flower'-" I used air quotes "-I'm not your anything!" I nearly shouted.

"Oh, but you will be," he said, turning around and walking away.

I stomped back to my truck, opening the door. I climbed in, slamming it shut again. I heaved a sigh, covering my face with my hands. I started the truck, making the mistake of looking over at the passenger seat. I felt my throat clench, and tore my eyes away, slamming the gearshift into gear. Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes, and I choked back a sob.

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I made it most of the way to the headquarters, pulling in the garage before I completely broke down, the song on the radio pushing me over the edge. Tattoo by Hunter Hayes, Hunter's favorite song, because it reminded him of me. And because he shared a song with the artist, but he'd always said that wasn't important.

I turned off the truck, sobbing. I rested my forehead on the steering wheel, feeling the tears fall on my jeans. I sat there for a good fifteen minutes before I managed to compose myself enough to walk inside. I made it to my room in less than a minute, spending most of my time in the elevator. I collapsed onto my bed, curling around a pillow. It took me a moment to realize it smelled like Hunter, then I curled around it tighter, sobbing uncontrollably.

Stupid Jonah. Stupid ELA.