New York

He wonders if she asked to be the one to face him.

There's a gun by her feet. He moves it so it's up in the air and trained at her head.

She smirks and takes slow, deliberate, cat-like steps toward him. He doesn't pull the trigger.

She's standing in front of him, less than an arms length away. She could reach out and break him anytime she wants. She doesn't move –just stands there looking at him and smirking.

"Remember what I said –kill or be killed?"

"I don't want to have to kill you."

"Do it. Kill me. Put the barrel to my head and pull the trigger –but kiss me first. I want you to put your lips on mine."

This isn't where he thought this was going. He doesn't want to kill her.

"What?"

"Kiss me and then kill me."

"I can't do that."

"I know."

She reaches out and puts her lips on his.


A/N: I'm ending it with a cliff hanger because that's what the movie did (what ever happened to the tv show they were planning?) -but my gut tells me they don't kill each other.