Mitch's POV
I looked around the courtyard, scanning through the faces. Families on vacation, college students studying abroad, businessmen talking on cell phones, street painters, and almost every one of them had cameras.
Hurley and I got word of a possible trade that was supposed to go down in two weeks right where I was standing.
It doesn't make sense, I noted. This is too out in the open for a nonchalant exchange. Unless. . .
My thoughts were interrupted when my phone started ringing. I sighed and reached into my jacket pocket. I smiled when I saw Y/N's name and contact picture.
"Hey, babe," I answered. My breath got stuck in my throat when I heard her struggle to breathe.
"Y/N? Are you okay? What's going on? Answer me, babe. Please." The more I begged, the more desperate I sounded, but I didn't care. I cared about making sure Y/N was okay.
"Mitch?" She said shakily.
"I'm here, babe. What is it?"
I held my breath as she started sobbing. I struggled to understand what she was saying between her sobs.
"I'm. . . Our apartment. . . Someone. . . Breaking in. . . Help me."
"I'm on my way," I said quickly. "Listen to me, Y/N. I want you to go into our bedroom. There is a small black backpack on the top shelf of our closet. Grab it. Do you remember the fake wall I put in our closet? Go to it and press on it. It'll open a big enough space for you to fit. I know this sounds crazy but I need you to crawl inside the opening, babe. Make sure you have that backpack and your phone. Turn your phone on silent and wait. If you hear anyone other than me, there is a gun in that backpack."
"Mitch," she stuttered.
"I know," I sighed. "I know you hate guns, Y/N, but this is to protect you. Please, babe. I need you to do this. For your safety. . . For me."
I waited as I heard her take a shaky breath. "Okay," she whispered.
"You remember how to use it, right?"
"I do," she whispered.
"Okay, good," I said, letting out a sigh of relief. "I'm on my way. Just hold on, babe. I'll be there soon."
"Please hurry," she said, another sob getting stuck in her throat.
"I'm coming, Y/N."
* * * * *
After I told Y/N where to hide, I ran through town, ignoring the looks as I weaved through the crowds. I jumped in my car and sped down the road. I pushed harder on the gas pedal as I turned onto our road. The second I got to our house, I threw the car in park and jumped out. I froze when I saw the door open.
I took a deep breath, triggering my training. I grabbed my gun and quietly pushed the door open. I instantly checked the front rooms to find things knocked over.
I sucked in a breath and hid around the corner when I saw someone walking down the hallway, towards the master bedroom.
Towards Y/N.
He had his gun tucked to his chest, his body leaning against the door with his hand on the doorknob.
"Hey!" I yelled before he could open it. When he turned around, my breath got caught in my throat.
"Mitch Rapp," my old partner Louis smirked at me. Louis used to work for the CIA until he betrayed us and started working for the other side.
"I've been looking for you," he said, not moving away from the door. "Where is that girlfriend of yours? Y/N." The way he said her name made me cringe. "You know, I've heard she is extremely beautiful and you are quite fond of her. As in willing to do anything to ensure her safety."
"You're not getting anywhere near her," I said through my teeth as I cocked my gun.
"Really?" He taunted. "Because I'm pretty sure she is in this room, hiding. Are you, Ms. Y/N? Come on out, gorgeous. Mitchy is here."
"She won't fall for that shit," I scoffed. I held my breath, praying I was right and I didn't hear the trap door opening.
"Guess you trained her well," he scoffed.
"What are you doing here, Louis?" I asked through my teeth.
"I'm working for an old friend of yours. The same old friend who you turned down as luck would have it. He sent me to pick up something that might make you change your mind."
My anger built when I realized he was talking about Y/N.
"I swear," I threatened, "if you lay one finger on her, hell if you look at her, I'll kill you."
"Try me."
I ducked around the corner as he started shooting. I got a few shots in but stopped when I heard him trying to break into our master bedroom. When his back was to me, I pulled the trigger. I shot his shoulder, him angrily turning around and aiming his gun at me.
I got off a few more shots before he got the door open. I ran down the hallway, tackling him from behind. He overpowered me, switching our positions.
I was so focused on fighting Louis that I briefly forgot about everything else going on around us. Louis and I jumped when we heard a gunshot. Instinctively, I reached for my gun and pointed it at the gunman.
"Y/N," I said her name as I instantly lowered my gun.
Her hands were shaking, tears streaming down her cheeks as she held the gun with both hands. I looked over to see Louis on the ground, clutching his side.
"I'm sorry," she whispered as she dropped the gun and took a step back. "I was just. . . You said. . . I thought he was going to hurt you."
I ran over to her and pulled her into my chest. "It's alright, babe." I tried to soothe her as I ran my fingers through her hair. It took her a second before she eventually wrapped her arms around my waist, a sob escaping her lips.
I tightened my grip as I felt her shaking. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
"You just saved my life, Y/N."
* * * * *
Y/N didn't kill Louis. I walked her back into our room and made sure she was sitting on the bed before leaving her to deal with Louis.
"You're lucky," I sneered as I walked up to him still on the floor. "If it was me, I would've aimed higher."
I handcuffed him to the radiator and called Hurley. As I waited for Hurley to come clean this up, I went back into our room. I sat next to a frozen Y/N on our bed, slowly reaching over and pulling her into my chest.
"I shot him," she said so softly I almost missed it. "Did I. . . Did I kill him?"
"No, babe," I said instantly. "You didn't kill him. You just nicked him."
"That should make me feel better," she sighed as she pulled out of my embrace, sitting back up. "But it doesn't."
"Hey," I said gently as I reached over and grabbed her chin, slowly making her look at me. "You did what you had to do to protect me and yourself. It was self-defense, babe. It's alright."
She just nodded as she leaned back into my chest. We sat like that, not moving, as we heard Hurley and a few other agents walk in.
"Rapp?" Hurley yelled from the other room.
"In here," I called out. I stayed sitting on our bed, holding Y/N into my chest instead of greeting Hurley at the door and explaining.
I looked up just in time to see Hurley standing in the doorway. He looked at Y/N in my arms and his eyes instantly softened. He walked into the room and knelt in front of her.
"You two alright?" He asked softly.
"I think so," I sighed as Y/N nodded, too scared to say anything.
"Why don't we get you guys set up in a safe house? Just to be sure," Hurley offered. I sent him an appreciative look as Y/N's arms tightened around me.
"I think that's a great idea."