A/N: this is for the Anon who requested a Jerza spy situation. I've decided to turn it into a threeshot, as I feel this topic has plenty of meet and I have a seriously good idea for this.

This first part is going to be short. Like, extremely short. I haven't written something so short like this in a while, but think of this as the the introduction.

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She studies the man she's supposed to call "partner."

He's beautiful, in a rugged and mysterious way. Thick, blue hair, the color of the azure sky, hangs over brooding green eyes. They seem haunted, those eyes, which makes them all the more alluring.

She continues to study him, her eyes roving over his angular cheekbones, the masculine jawline, the full lips. Once she's finished studying his face, her eyes drop to his body, following the muscular curve of his throat to the outline of his collarbone. He has a broad, well defined chest, strong looking arms, and sturdy legs. He's well fit, and the way he holds himself tells her that he is well trained in the art of stealth: balancing lightly on his feet, prepared for the slightest move; eyes constantly checking surroundings, looking for signs of danger; arms held against his sides loosely, yet taut enough to land a full force blow to an opponent if the occasion arises. She likes her new "partner."

He studies her too, and she inwardly smirks. Not to be vain, but she knows she's beautiful, and that men usually can't deny her beauty. She's a seductress, and she knows it. But it's also a good part of the job.

She runs her fingers through her thick red locks and continues to watch him through narrowed brown eyes. Neither of them speak, but continue to feel each other out, strip them down to the core with their eyes.

Finally, he moves. It's a quick gesture, full of a hidden power that any mundane person would not have noticed. He reaches out a hand, and she can feel the power in his muscles as she takes it and shakes it firmly. If she were the target, he'd have no problems breaking her hand if need be.

"Jellal," he says, brief and quiet, even her sharp ears have the slightest amount of trouble hearing it. His mouth barely moves as he says it, a talent need for the job. He's been well trained.

She nods curtly. "Erza," she replies, dropping his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

He smirks, his green eyes smoldering. "The pleasure's all mine."

So, she thinks, reflecting on the quietness of their conversation. Testing my skills now, are we?

Two can play that game.

She walks around him, eyeing him up and down carefully. His eyes follow her as she circles him like like a bird of prey. He's careful, and keeps a close watch on her every move.

Suddenly, as fast as a viper, she whips a gun out of her boot, pointing the muzzle in his direction. But he, too, is quick, and has already swerved to the side, a gun manifesting in his own hand. He's smiling, enjoying their contest of strengths, skills and talents.

He throws himself to the side as she lunges at him, barely avoiding the appearance of a blade as she swings it at his side. Grunting, he slips behind her, trying to penetrate her defenses and catch her off guard. But she's fast, so unbelievably fast.

She whirls, her gun suddenly pressing this forehead. At the same time, he feels her knife clang against his gun-wielding hand, forcing him to drop it and focus on the one held to his face. The metal is cool against his skin, and it takes all of his willpower to not flinch from the death holder in her hand.

She looks at to him, a cold light in her eyes. She's almost convinced that her previous instincts about him were false, and that he's just another incompetent, useless, rookie, but then he grins.

She feels the cold sharpness pierce her stomach. She looks down, seeing that he'd conjured a knife out of nowhere and now has it pressed against her belly. Her shirt has been torn, and the blade is biting into her skin, nicking it and drawing a pale red line of blood.

She looks at him. They're locked in a silent battle of wills, of whom would surrender first. But she can see it in his eyes: he won't.

She smiles and pulls the gun away from from his forehead, and he concedes, holding his hand out and pulling the knife away from her.

They nod silently at each other. Testing is over.

She nods and turns. "You passed," she said over her shoulder. "Get ready to leave. We depart in one hour."

A/N: Part two will be updated soon after Rainy Season and Fuse are updated. I hop you liked it, tell me what you think of it so far.

-Wolf