Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.
She was on another mission but did not know he would be
She was a spy and it is a spy's job to get information.
There were rumors that people sold illegal drugs here in
this dance club and she was here to check it out. Not to mention there were
also rumors that people got very sick after coming to the club.
Casually, she walked to the counter and tossed her blond
The bartender looked a little nervous and tried to hide it, "it's possible."
"I can pay you good money for it," she bribed.
"What are you, a spy?" he asked.
She laughed and leaned over with a grin, "It's possible."
"I don't want any trouble," he muttered.
"That's not why I'm
here," she told him.
"I don't recall seeing any of that happening
here," he said.
"All right," she said, "ice water."
She watched him intently as he scooped the ice and poured
"Here you go," he said and placed the glass on the counter.
"Been a pleasure talking to you," she said and sat
at a vacant table.
They looked terribly ill.
"Something is not right," she whispered to herself
as she looked at the dance floor.
No one was dancing.
Across the floor, standing by the wall, he saw her.
"Where do you suppose he's going?" Duo asked Quatre.
She didn't see him come up to her table.
"May I have this dance?"
She looked up to see a pair of green eyes shining down at her
and a warm smile.
Her heart was stuck in her throat.
He held out his hand and she took it.
"Whatever you do," she warned, "don't drink
"I didn't come here to drink, Midii," he
whispered, saying her name effortlessly.
"No-Name," she sighed.
"It's Trowa," he corrected, pulling her close to
The song started up.
"I didn't know he could dance," Quatre said.
"I wonder who the cute girl is!" Duo exclaimed.
They tore up the dance floor.
When the song ended, he pulled her up against him and she
hooked her leg in.
"I never knew you could dance," she gasped.
"I didn't know you could either," he said.
She stepped away and smiled.
"Midii, what are you doing here?" he asked.
She took his hand and walked to away from the crowd.
"Did you drink anything tonight, Trowa?"
She let out a sigh.
"And they sent you to check it out?" he asked.
"Are you alone?"
He looked shocked, "Are you out of your mind?" he muttered, "you should've brought another spy with you!"
She shook her head, "no, people might be able to pick
up something if I came with more people.
"You think what is going here really true?" he questioned.
"I wouldn't doubt it," she replied, "look at
"We should call the police or something," he
"Are you here alone?"
"Did they have anything to drink tonight?" she inquired.
"Duo, are you feeling all right?" Quatre asked, noticing the braided boy blanch.
"I need to sit down," he groaned.
"Need some water?"
"Does that answer your question?" Trowa asked,
"Why not, Trowa?" Quatre questioned.
"Yeah, why not?" Duo echoed.
"They're putting something in the drinks," Trowa replied.
"How do you know this?" Wufei demanded.
"And old friend told me," he responded and looked
over at Midii.
"A spy for who?" Heero inquired.
"I'm not sure," he replied, "maybe she's just
an ordinary spy.
Seconds later, about ten people carrying guns barged in.
"Don't anyone move!" they roared.
On their sleeves said the letters: FBI
"You sir, are under arrest!" someone handcuffed the bartender.
"You really are a spy!" the bartender yelled as he was pulled out of the club.
"Good work, Midii!" Midii's boss
"I thought you were alone," Trowa said.
"I came in alone," Midii said, reaching her
finger to a small wire hooked on her dress.
"How about a doctor?" Duo asked with a moan.
"We'd better get everyone medical attention,"
Midii's boss told the others.
Jerry, one agent who was also a medical doctor came forward
and took Duo's pulse.
"Like crap," Duo responded.
"Let's get this man and the others to the
"We'll just have to run a lab test, won't we?" Midii said.
They took Duo and the other club customers to the hospital. His friends waited for him to come out of recovery.
"Your friend will be fine," Midii said, "I
guess my work here is done."
"Midii, wait!" Trowa went after her.
"Yes?" she turned around.
He smiled, "Can I walk you home?"
"I have a car," she said.
"Well, can I walk you to your car?" he proposed.
She blushed, "you'll do anything, won't you?" She sighed and turned back around, "come along, then."
They stepped into the elevator.
"Not as glamorous as the circus and being a gundam pilot, is it, Trowa Barton?" she questioned, her eyes straightforward.
He gasped, "How did you know I was--How---You--I?"
She grinned, "I've been looking for you ever since that
day you left, Trowa.
"Trowa isn't my real name though," he said.
"I know," she laughed, "you took the name of
Trowa Barton, brother of Leia Barton and son of Dekim Barton.
"How did you learn all this?" he demanded.
"I have my ways," she responded.
"But you were just a kid," he began.
"Strange, isn't it?"
"The FBI trained you when you were that young?" he asked.
"Yeah, they thought it would help them with some
cases," Midii explained.
"I'm serious, Trowa," she stopped by her car,
"it was wrong for me to do what I did that day I saw you, but I was good
"Same here," he said.
"Really," he whispered and leaned forward to kiss
"Good bye, Trowa."
"I'll see you again, won't I?"
"You can count on it," she put her key in the lock
and opened her door.
Trowa waved at her, watching her leave.