Parker was livid.
She had no reason to be, tho. Nick wasn't her boyfriend anymore, he didn't belong to her. She had lost her chance with him. It was because of her arrogance and workaholic behavior that he left.
She made the decision to take the field job, much to Nick's disapproval. It was her actions that pushed him away.
She sat there, staring daggers into the wall, her hand not loosening up, and her eyes continuously leaking as the sun set. She tried to block out the image of Mace and Nick together, but the floor creaked when the bed moved, Mace's faint whimpers filled her ears, making her heart sore.
She wanted to get up, she wanted to jump out the window or light herself on fire.
This was all because of her, if only she would have listened to him, and stayed a desk agent, it would probably be her that would have been wrapped in Nick's huge warm arms, it would have her forehead he kissed, it would have been her, who would be screaming his name, but it wasn't.
It was Mace.
Parker cried herself to sleep in the same uncomfortable, painful position that she sat in, her back arched forwards, her knees folded to her chest, and a few strings of her hair sticking on her face because of the tears.
When she woke up, her left hand had dried up blood painting it a dark currant red and had small white specks of ceramic stuck around the huge gash in the center of her palm. She also noticed the gun in her right hand, the safety off and her thumb holding the trigger, the gun point-blank on her forehead, was holding her head up. She threw the gun away and started picking the debris off her hand.
Parker forgot that she had thrown her iPad on the floor, and the fact that it shatter, littering the floor. She hisses as she stepped in the shards, quickly falling back onto the bench. "Fuck!" She screamed through gritted teeth, slowly pulling each glass piece out of her foot, she picked up her boots, slipping them on before getting up. Parker grabbed the broom, swiping the rubble to the side so the room service people can take care of it later.
"Shit!" She cursed looking at the time. She only had an hour and a half to get ready and check the location before Nick and Mace got there.
She quickly got ready, wearing some high-waisted black ripped jeans with a black tank top, and a blue and black plaid shirt tied to her waist. She debated wearing it, as it was Nick's but she didn't want to look like death's daughter in bright pink Paris, so she wore it anyway.
By the time Parker bandaged her hand, picked up her things, and got into the busy Paris streets, Nick and Mace were already walking towards the locations, she put her comms, already hacking into Nick's phone to listen to their conversation.
Parker had already written her mail of resignation to Larry, she wanted to finish this god-forsaken op and she would be done with this bullshit. For good.
Since this was gonna be her last mission, she decided to leave all her emotions in the hotel room or at least tried to channel her hurt to bitterness. Right now she was just an agent working on an op.
Parker was currently walking a few feet behind the couple, listening to their 'oh so cute' conversation.
"Isn't it a little cliche?" Mace smiled.
"What?" Nick smiled, back, his arm draped over Mace's shoulder while their fingers interlocked.
"Honeymoon in Paris,"
"Just cause it's cliche, doesn't mean it's not romantic," Nick replied.
"Well, that depends on the definition of romance," Mace smiled, turning the corner.
"While I sit here, turning into the definition of disgusted," Parker couldn't hold back her bitterness.
Nick looked down at Mace, looking at her hand in his, "Like the way the ring looks on you,"
Of course, you do, Parker thought.
"That's the spot," Mace said, as they walked to the corner cafe. "Get a table, I'll check out the inside,"
Parker slid into the coffee shop before the cafe, sitting down in the corner, her back to the wall as she logged in to check the cafe and street footage from her phone.
"Sorry, is this seat taken?" Nick asks the man dressed in all black.
"No," He shook his head, taking the grey bag off the chair and placing it on the floor.
"Thank you," Nick smiled, taking the chair and placing the similar grey bag on the floor next to his.
Parker watched the footage inside the cafe, seeing if anyone looked out of the ordinary or suspicious. She also watched Mace walk in, having a quick interaction with the waitress, who wasn't there a second ago, Parker noted. She pulled out her hacker device, running the waitress's facial recognitions with her database.
She went back to the footage, watching Nick and the man interact as Mace walked out again. She noticed the waitress staring at Mace as she walks out, "My God, Mace!" She sighs, putting her device away, and getting up to head out when a waiter stops her.
"Bonjour! Qu'allez-vous manger aujourd'hui?" (Hello, What will you be having today) He smiled.
"Je vais bien, merci," (I'm good, thank you) She smiled, handing him the wrinkled 20 euro bill, before walking past him. But, by the time Parker walked out, the waitress got to Nick and Mace, slipping the coffee over Nick. "Le pute!"(bitch) Parker cursed under your breath, seeing her take the bag and walk inside.
Parker wanted to run after the women, but her job was to get the guy, not to care about the three million dollars, so she waited behind the bushes until the slow couple realized they have been played.
Nick finally noticed the man running away, he picked up the bag checking if the device was inside, while Mace ran after the waitress. "Fuck!" Nick yelled, throwing the bag aside and running in the direction of the man.
"Finally, I was starting to think they were actually ON their honeymoon with how dazed and slow they were," Parker rolled her eyes, checking the GPS that was tracking Nick.
Parker casually walked in the direction of Nick, watching the two men run through the crowd, jumping on cars, sliding over their hoods, and walking on top of them. She made sure to keep an eye on Mace, making sure she doesn't get herself in trouble while trying to get the bag. But she lost visual of Mace though after she when underground.
Nick ran after the man into a back alley, catching up to him and pushing him down. "Where's the drive?" He asked, punching the man square in his jaw.
"Ouch!" Parker whispered, watching this go down from the corner. She looked at her map, seeing an exit point on the other side. She looked back at the man, seeing the man kick Nick's ass and head-butted him making him drop.
"Fucker!" Parker had to fight the urge to get involved, but she doesn't, knowing her ops would blow if she did. Parker quickly jogged to the other end, waiting behind an old desk outside the window for the man to show up. She heard his heavy footsteps coming in her direction, calculating when he would pass her. Parker stuck her leg out, tripping him.
"Drive, now!" She pointed her gun at him. The man raised his hands, backing into a wall. Once he was sat up against it, catching his breath, he kicked Parker in the shin, making her lose her balance, and swiped her feet, dropping her to the side. Parker groaned as she got up, limping trying to catch up with him. By the time she tried to search for him in the maze of the alley, she had lost him.
Just as Parker was about to turn the corner into the alley, she hears a British voice, making her stop before turning the corner.
"Do you have the drive?" They asked.
Parker stayed silent, trying to listen to the interaction. She didn't know who was talking to who, but she heard the word drive so she stayed. She couldn't hear what they said or make out if they said anything.
"No," She heard Nick answer after a long pause. There was a silence before she heard the click of a gun, she was about to turn to check out what was going on but saw the man running off, she debated whether to see Nick or go after the man.
Parker huffed, going after the man, she knew Nick could take care of himself, he was the best agent they had, but she also had a fear that whatever that interaction was, it wasn't good.
Parker followed the man to hotel Paradis, everything about this job felt wrong, why did Larry want this man dead? Who was the other woman? Who was talking to Nick? Why were they asking him about the drive?
She noted the hotel he walked into, she was ordered to kill him if something went wrong, but they didn't get the drive thing, and he sure as hell didn't have it during the op, which means he still has it, which means Parker would yet again overrule her orders, to find out the mess Larry put her in.
A/N: Sorry for the delayed update, I am currently working on four different stories right now, that hopefully will be ready to publish in the next few weeks, so watch out for them, and also... Don't forget to vote and comment, I love seeing your comments and would love some constructive criticism because I have serious doubts about my writing.