This is not the most original storyline in the world, but it just popped into my head so I thought I'd take a wack at it :D It's perhaps a little disturbing, and I might change the rating higher as the story progresses for various reasons! It is inspired by a one tree hill episode I watched the other day, so I hope you read and enjoy! I'll update as often as possible!

Chapter 1

Bang bang bang

Jenny pulled her handgun back and reloaded it. As quick as a flash, she took aim again and fired. The target in front of her was covered in bullet holes; most of them through the central area. She lowered her gun and pulled off her goggles, flicking her hair out as she did so.

"I told you I'd win," she said triumphantly, looking over at Cutter who was slamming his own goggles down in frustration.

"It was a lucky shot," he sniffed.

"Which one? The first ten or the last?" she teased, unloading her gun.

"You know, gloating isn't your most attractive quality," Cutter pointed out as they made their way back to the ARC's main room.

"Then what is?" she asked with a smirk.

"It's not so much a quality as an asset," Cutter grinned, tapping her backside as they walked.

"Not at work," she chided in a mock-insulted voice, slapping his arm.

"I'm just answering your question," he smiled as he pulled the door and held it open for her.

"Well I'll remind Abby and Sarah not to ask you anything in the future if that's how you answer a question."

"Shame," Cutter sighed jokingly, but when Jenny shot him a look of disgust, he continued, "don't worry, these hands fondle you and you alone."

"Lucky me," she mocked.

"I didn't here you complain last night," Cutter whispered in her ear as they entered the main room.

"Which just shows that I should never let you get me that drunk," Jenny retorted with a smile; she wondered if the amusement she got from winding him up would ever disappear.

"Liar, you loved it," he smirked, squeezing her arm. "Oh," he added in a whisper, "could we keep the whole you beating me thing between the two of us?"

"Of course," Jenny soothed, fighting back the urge to laugh.

He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and walked away towards the research lab. Jenny joined Abby and Sarah in the main computer room; the latter was doing research and Abby was sitting on the desk, swinging her legs as she chatted.

"Did you win?" Sarah asked Jenny as she sat down next to her.

"Yes, of course I did," Jenny replied as she rummaged in her briefcase for the reports that needed typing up.

"Good," Sarah said with a smile, returning her gaze to her computer screen.

"Poor Cutter," Abby sniggered.

"It's his own fault for challenging me in the first place," Jenny pointed out. "He knows I'm good."

"It must dent his pride a bit that his girlfriend is a better shot than him,"Abby reasoned. "You should have let him win."

"God no, I'd never hear the end of it," Jenny laughed.

That night, Jenny opened the door to her house and threw the keys on the side table as usual. She wasn't spending the night here; she was just picking up some clothes to go and sleep at Cutter's ('sleep' being a term used loosely). The first thing that struck her attention was a vase of red roses that were perched on the hall table. They certainly hadn't been there this morning. And had it now become the custom for delivery men to break into your home and arrange your flowers for you?

Curiously, she approached them and picked up the card that was next to it . . .

I will love you for ever

That was it; that was all it said.

Confused, Jenny turned over the card, but there was no symbol or sign of the flower shop on it - it looked as though it had been hand written and hand-delivered. Then it struck her; she had told Cutter where her spare key was hidden incase he ever needed it. Smiling, she re-read the card, feeling a familiar tingling sensation from some-where around her midriff . . . this was really sweet. And it was unusually romantic for Cutter to do something like this; he was just not the soppy type of man, just like she wasn't the soppy type of woman. However, she could certainly get used to gestures like this.

Grabbing her things together, she left and was knocking at Cutter's not long after. As soon as he answered, Jenny flung her stuff on the floor and pulled him into a kiss. He gasped slightly, having been caught by surprise, but recovered himself and closed the door with foot as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tighter. Then, he pulled away.

"What was that for?" he asked, sounding breathless but pleased.

"I thought because you offered me a romantic gesture, I could return the favour," she smiled, pulling him in again.

"What gesture?" he enquired, his voice muffled in her lips.

"The roses," she said as she pulled away again, slightly aspirated that he wasn't quicker on the uptake. "The ones you left in my place? They're beautiful."

"Well I'm glad you think so," Cutter said, pushing her away slightly with his hands on her upper arms. "But I didn't send you any flowers."

"It wasn't you?"

"It wasn't me," he confirmed, shaking his head.

"Are you sure?" Jenny asked, bemused.

"I think I'd remember," Cutter answered, laughing slightly.

"But if you didn't . . ." Jenny trailed off, feeling confused.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she shook her head, not wanting to sound mental.

"Should I be jealous? Has someone been trying to romance you with roses?" Cutter asked, a trace of humor in his voice.

"No," Jenny said, waving an unconcerned hand in the air. "They're probably off someone in my family."

"Well as long as I've got no competition," he grinned, tracing a line down her neck with his lips.

Usually, it drove Jenny wild when he did that, but right now, her mind was elsewhere.

As he walked of towards the kitchen, Jenny pulled out the card from her pocket.

I will love you forever

The hairs on the back of Jenny's neck seemed prickle as she read these words again. Who was it from? How had they gotten into her house?

"Jenny, do you want red wine or white?" Cutter asked, poking his head back around the kitchen door.

Jenny immediately shoved the card back in her pocket and out of sight.

"Red please," she answered, adopting a false-cheery voice.

Dun dun dun! who could they be from . . .

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