Title: Target Specific
Chapter 1 - A World Apart?

Summary: Mac Taylor is the best assassin in the business. His rival is skilled assassin Stella Bonasera. What happens whey they connect? Will they be able to trust each other enough to find out the identity of the person who paid them to kill each other? SMACKED

Disclaimer: I don't own Mac Taylor but I wish I did! This is a piece of fan fiction. It is written for pleasure and not for profit. The characters of CSI New York and any other regular cast and supporting cast members all belong to CBS, Paramount & Jerry Bruckheimer and Anthony Zuiker. All other characters are my own. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

A/N 1: Okay so this is the first story based on my profile poll results (So those that voted for the 2nd and 3rd results never fear the other stories are coming, both have been started) (This one is for the first results where neither are CSI's but totally different jobs and I hope you guys find this a fun and different story line)

A/N 2: I wanted to explore them getting together in a totally different setting but this time they are on the other side of the law. Both are highly paid assassins ultimately hired (later in the story) to kill the other. Along the way to them forming a solid relationship, this sexy dramatic tale will of course have romance, danger, lots of peril, angst, concern and love while our fave couple draw closer together!

A/N 3: You'll just have to see how the other CSI:NY cast factor in for interest in but this will be SMACKED all the way as are all my stories (grin)! I will try to keep most of their personalities true to character so you'll still be able to picture them in your mind but since this is AU a few things might be different. As with all my stories, Jessica is alive and well and is Don's true love match no matter what happened on the show.

~Introductions~

~Mac Taylor, Zurich Switzerland~

I have been here before; many times after a job; this same place of quiet reflection and emotional solitude. You'd think I would be able to accept what kind of profession I have chosen as my life course but even now, many years into it I stay awake, sometimes all night, just wondering what else I could have done with my life. Taking a life isn't something I relish in, even though I have been called one of the best in the business. And although there are those in my said profession that do take delight in the ultimate demise of others; I take delight in knowing that I have rid the planet of yet another bottom dweller who takes their delight in the torment of the innocent. My sense of justice always at the fore.

Funny that a skilled assassin would have a conscientious debate between who is good and who is bad, since I have been labeled both; often worse by those that don't really know me. Know me? I offer a small laugh at that simple question. I don't even know me; I can't fault anyone else on this planet for wondering the same things I do. Who is Mac Taylor? My life history is a story I don't share with many and only two other people have been brave enough to even want a glimpse into my often tormented soul and still respect me enough to stand by my side through thick and thin for the past number of years. Without them I'd be lost.

I lean my head against the headboard, close my eyes and try to erase my latest escapade. I just got back from Dubai. The Emir sought me out after he got wind of an assassination plot by his own traitorous brother and paid me very well to ensure his own personal and political future would be safe as the next in line to the royal throne. He upped my usual couple-million dollar fee and I was more than happy to oblige; learning that his brother not only sold his own children for sex slaves but also took delight in personally slitting his wife's throat because she found safety and comfort in the arms of another man; whom he also murdered. However, a family in turmoil is something that always takes its toll on me and so I finally came home, more tired and stressed than when I accepted the assignment; even the handsome reward did little to soothe my anguish.

After jobs like these I often find myself in reflection and sometimes think about quitting; but then what would I do? I do enjoy some of the finer things in life such as playing my base guitar to unwind; dining out in fine resturants or traveling to exotic places, but I have no one to share them with and so doing those things alone just seems wrong to a man like me. And so since I have no one to share my life with, I trudge along each day doing the only thing I know how; being paid to rid the earth of unwanted scum - alone.

I know I am now a wanted man by organizations such as the CIA and Interpol and am thankful they are never around to actually finger me or find enough hard evidence to arrest me. However, I have been contacted by a few within the Interpol organization to help consult on a presidential assassination, often purported by a professional ally or enemy and when my money comes through for my advice, I quickly disappear once again, into this fortress of solitude I call home. A home only myself and a few select others know about and am thankful they haven't pursued me as of yet.

"Mac, damn it!" I curse myself in quiet anger. "Get some sleep."

However, even as those words leave my tired lips, I know tonight, with all my money, sleep is something I just can't buy. And while I used to scoff at those that would shake their head or wag their finger, often reminding me that money can't buy happiness, I have as of late, found myself not only believing those words but living them. I am alone and I think I always will be.

Who can I trust? Everyone I meet or befriend I look at with a critical eye; never allowing myself the luxuries of hope and promise. My one true friend, if I can even call him that, is my young protge Don Flack. Much like myself he came from a family of turmoil, fighting for his worth; being forced to prove himself with every step he took. My mind wanders back to the first time I laid my eyes on the feisty Irishman a few years back.

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'I need to see Ronald Fraser! Get out of my way!'
'Son who are you?'
'Son? I'm not your son, old man!'
'I have business with Mr. Fraser and...'
'I'm here to kill him so when you're done...'
'You seem eager to take a life.'
'Are you the police?'
'Hardly!'
'Then get the hell out of my face and let me do this!'
'What is your name?'
'Don.'
'Well Don, what has Mr. Fraser done to deserve such anger and hatred?'
'He raped and then murdered my sister!'
'Very well then she deserves your vengeance.'
'You're not going to stop me?'
'No. What is your plan for after you take him out?'
'To get paid for the next job.'
'I can help you with that.'
'Who are you?'
'My name is Mac and you and I have similar stories.'
'Well Mac,' he offers in sarcasm. 'I don't care about your sob story. Now leave me...'
'I can help you.'
'I don't need or want your help. Now beat it so I can get this done.'
'And when you are done what will you do?'
'Get paid for the next job.'
'Tell you what Don, you seem like a bright young man, someone I could use for...'
'I don't get off on men and if you...'
I just laughed at his zest and then shook my head. 'Don, I was paid to take out Mr. Fraser. But I'll make you a deal. Your sister deserves your vengeance more so than my employer's wrath. I'll give you twenty five percent of my fee but you need to let me show you how to take your revenge with some dignity and a little finesse and then disappear without being caught.'
'You want to help me?'
'I do.'
'Why?'
'Because a man like myself doesn't have many friends, certainly none that understand my way of life or motivation.'
'I don't want or need your help and I certainly don't need any pocket change from you!'
'I guess five hundred thousand is pocket change for me.'
'What?'
'Twenty five percent of my fee.'
'You are getting two million...how can I?'
'As I said I can teach you things that will help you survive in this game.'
'But...'
'My offer expires in five minutes at which time I'll simply rid myself of the both of you and be done with it.'
'Mac...I think I need your help.'
'Then let's get started.'
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And it's been a close friendship ever since; that was four years ago. The only thing I still keep from him even now is the fact that I am training him as my replacement not teaching a partner. When will I retire? When I find my soul mate; I guess that will be in death as I know she doesn't exist. How morbid.

Don lives alone in a very modern area of Zurich; me preferring to reside just outside the busyness of everyday life; my estate in the hills overlooking the bustling city. I do have an apartment in town that I have taken a few select women to; but none have been here. Much like myself, Don's grown to mistrust anyone who wants to get close or pay us any kind of heed outside a professional interest. But I think without his company at times, I would just shrink away; no one outside him or my trusted guardian to mourn my quiet passing.

I offer a heavy sigh, rub my tired eyes and push myself upright in my King size bed and let my eyes wander around my dimly lit room. I enjoy a comfortable life and have a very modern and expensive mansion that I call home. It's furnished with only the best luxuries my wealth can afford but it's often been commented that it's devoid of anything homey or comforting. It lacks a woman's touch, I have heard; something to make it less the cold commune and more a haven of love and security. I don't have those things in my life, so why pretend?

Although I am an American by birth heritage, Zurich is now home. The non-extradition policy here is something I take great comfort in in my line of work. I learnt that the first job I did; which I of course wasn't as skilled as I am now; came here for shelter and have lived here ever since. Living in Europe, I have more than developed a taste for Mediterranean women; sometimes spending my rare down time on the French or Greek Rivera's; with time preferring the Greek. However, I have yet to meet that one special person that I want to look twice at. For a brief second, my eyes picture a beautiful woman beside me, gazing up at me with a loving glance, not expecting anything more from me than love and devotion.

"She doesn't exist," I moan as I push myself out of the warm bed and slowly wander to my balcony and head into the cool night; allowing the night air to tempt my senses once again. I have often been afraid of love; suspecting every woman that finds me attractive of either wanting my money or to take my life. And so mistrust has kept me alone. I do enjoy the company of women but never finding the one I really want to pursue; the one that forces me to stand up and take notice; the one that keeps me wanting her and thinking about her long after she's taken her leave.

I have thought about someone in the profession and one name always pops up when there is gossip that finally comes my way about a female assassin is "Aphrodite". The mysterious Greek assassin that I have yet to actually lay eyes on. Although I do have a certain weakness for Mediterranean women, I'm sure this gifted sniper is nothing like the woman I see in my dreams or picture myself getting to know on a personal level. I have met some fellow professional assassins and most looked like men trying to be women. Aprhodite is my competition and knows how to wield the same kind of deadly weapon I do. I'm sure if she was given the chance she'd simply put a bullet between my eyes and call it a day. However, I wouldn't have to worry about her not accepting my line of work or liking me just for my money. I do wonder at times if I have ever met her. In this industry anonymity is essential and just like I use the name "The Marine" as my handle, I'm sure I have never heard her real name and so I am always leery.

"Mac, she's your enemy and someone you'll never be able to trust."

And that is true so I push "Aphrodite" to the back of my mind where she belongs. I have suffered through boring social events, women coming on to me for some between the sheets action but never left me begging to see them the next morning. The woman I want will be able to do that without me having to ask. She'll force her way into my mind and heart without even trying; forcing me to actually want to plan a future with her at my side.

"She doesn't exist," I mumble again in quiet misery as I cast a glance to a window on my right; another balcony that leads to the room of my guardian. He's often commented to me that I need to find my other half; the other tormented soul on this planet who stands alone at night wishing for their compliment -- me. I laugh and tell him he's led by silly sentimentality, but he tells me one of these days, she'll knock me on my ass and I'll be forced to accept the fact that she's the one for me.

"That's probably the only way I would notice," I offer into the stillness of night as I finally feel a slight chill on my bare chest and slowly head back inside. For a brief second, my mind displays her in my bed, waiting for me to return, her lush body beckoning me to her side. My lips curl into an automatic smile but when I blink my eyes the image fades and sorrow consumes me once again.

The woman I want I know doesn't exist. She'd have to be someone that I could trust with more than my life; certainly one that would have to accept me for all that I stand for, which in reality, isn't much to be proud of. She would have to have strong will; strength of character; an unforgettable personality and looks that keep my brain occupied at night. A woman who knows that no other woman on the planet will ever have my full attention again because they simply don't measure up to her. A woman I want to pursue; a challenge worth fighting for; a future worth giving up everything to hold onto. "Yeah right," I laugh as my mind shows me what my future really is; a bleak existence in solitude. "That'll never happen."

"Oh what the hell," I whisper as I slowly climb back into my large bed, curl onto my side and force myself into the cruel darkness of solitary sleep. The next time I open my eyes, the sun is just coming up over the Alps, bathing my half naked body in golden warmth through my thin curtains; privacy not an issue as I have no neighbors. I offer a tired smile as I finally wake up and greet the day.

"Master Taylor," a friendly voice greets me as he enters, pushing my curtains all the way open, forcing my eyes to drink in the direct sunlight.

"Sid, it's seven AM," I moan as I roll onto my belly, my face now buried in a soft pillow.

"The day is half over Sir," he reminds me and I quickly turn back onto my side. "Isn't that what you always tell me?"

"Damn it man, how long have we been together?"

"Sometimes too long to remember. Why do you think you're still alive?"

"Right and I'm grateful. However, I have told you to call me Mac and dispense with the stupid Sir and Master titles. You are not my slave as I have often reminded you!"

"Are you not Master of this domain?"

"Ah damn your circular logic," I huff and he just offers a wry smile.

"Nightmares about Dubai again?" He asks in a kind tone, sitting at the foot of the bed. "Heard you pacing last night."

"They are worse than the others. Up all night again," I answer him with a heavy frown. "A family in turmoil. Thought I had told myself no more family jobs."

"You did."

"Sid, does my line of work ever bother you?"

"Ridding the planet of those that..."

"Okay so don't tell me what I pay you to tell me; tell me the truth."

"Mac I think you have a knack for survival and for staying alive better than most men. Unlike others in your profession you chose to stand apart by being selective and not caving into simple emotion and petty revenge. You always double check to ensure your targets are guilty of the crimes you are told, and not just some innocent victim at the end of a jealous scope. I understand how you justify your skills when you contemplate an assignment; however, I think you should be asking yourself that question."

"Will you ever just tell me yes or no one of these days?"

"Yes," Sid smiles and I just roll my eyes. "Mac you were a military marine and CIA black ops sniper, death is no stranger to you and neither is the business of death or being paid to kill. You chose to go on your own for the past ten years and I don't blame you after they turned their back on you and left you for dead. You have built a feared name and an honored reputation in this industry. But if you are wondering if it's time to quit..."

"Yes?"

"Then you need to do some soul searching."

I offer nothing more, but grab a nearby pillow and hurl it in his direction. Sid simply laughs, picks up the pillow and then places it at the foot of the bed.

"Any more trips to London in the near future?"

"London?"

"To see Miss Peyton."

"Not really interested," I offer with a slight moan.

"Too desperate?"

"A little and too passive," I frown.

"Yes she was a bit boring."

"Was it that obvious?"

"Master Taylor you need a woman that can kick your ass."

"You mean put me on my ass?" I counter.

"Kick your ass," he states firmly and I laugh.

"Just can't get into a woman that bows to my every whim. I want her to tell me no once and awhile, knowing she has something better to offer me. Besides Peyton was missing that thing that I desire."

"Green eyes and olive skin?" Sid adds.

"Oh that woman doesn't exist for sure," I huff. "I think I'll always be alone."

"Morbid thought. Master Flack, just returned from a small jaunt in the Mediterranean; and is apparently planning a return trip very soon," Sid reminds me. "You might want to go with him this time and see if he has any potential flings that you might want to look up."

"Flings? Now I sound like...well something I'm not. No thanks."

"Steady is hardly the word I'd use to describe your romantic interests Master Taylor."

"You were married Sid and I suspect you have a new lady friend."

"You are very astute."

"Any advice on finding the right one?"

"Don't look so hard and you'll find her when you're not looking."

"Thanks a lot," I reply in a dry tone as he finally pushes himself off the bed and pulls the covers off me; my reminder that it's time to get up and start my day. Sid chuckles to himself as he goes about tidying up my large Master bedroom; which isn't very messy to begin with. Sid is my guardian, close friend and trusted confidant. The first man who actually accepted me at face value, knows what I do for a living, doesn't give a damn and actually respects me at the end of the day. He's pulled me through numerous near fatal scrapes, always reminding me that if not for him, I'd be lost and probably dead; and although I might not admit it enough, I know he's right.

I watch with a smile as he hums to himself, going about his tasks with seeming joy and contentment. I don't make that much of a mess for him and pay him well so I know he'd rather be here then at the mercy of the employment system that doesn't really offer much to a man his age and stature. He at one time was a brilliant doctor but when he assisted with the merciful suicide of his wife, life closed in around him; his profession banished him and the world basically rejected him. Then one day destiny brought us together in a rather unconventional manner. And although I might have saved him on that day, in truth he saved me; offered me a friend when I was at my lowest point.

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'Can I help you?'
'Why would you want to help me Sir?'
'Please call me Mac. You look like you need help.'
'Well you look like you slept in those clothes and you smell like an entire bottle of whisky.'
'Rough night.'
'Want to talk about it?'
'Not really. But you are looking through my garbage.'
'I don't need help or your pity!'
'I think you need some kind of help.'
'Well you look a little worse for wear yourself Mac.'
'Occupational hazard.'
'Should put some cream on that black eye, it'll help to heal it faster. How did you break your arm?'
'Are you a doctor?'
'In a previous life. Now if you don't mind...'
'Why are you this way?'
'Life is cruel Sir.'
'Sir? Gosh please don't call me that. Mac will do.'
'Mac, if I might trouble you for some directions to the Blythe Shelter.'
'You have no place to sleep either?'
'I don't need pity!'
'Fine then...'
'Why are you out here Mac?'
'Uh, locked out...never mind.'
'I think you need help.'
'More than you might know.'
'Any odd jobs I could do to earn my keep?'
'Well I guess my house could use some tending to.'
'Sir, your house is immaculate. A little remote but nonetheless in perfect condition. And I am no servant.'
'Just a few housekeeping details. That's all. I certainly wouldn't expect you to wait on me.'
'Why are up here all alone if I might ask?'
'I like solitude. Comes with the line of work I do. I travel a lot. Please let me at least offer...'
'I don't need charity.'
'A job? I guess could use some help.'
'Well if you're desperate and you do seem a little worse for wear.'
'I am but I must ask you this, if I was to tell you that I am paid to take lives, what would you say?'
'That I guess I used to do the same thing and your secret is safe with me.'
'What is your name?'
'Sidney Hammerback. Please call me Sid.'
'Well Sid, welcome to my home, I'm Mac Taylor.'
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That was over six years ago. And while he started out just doing some things around the home, he's more than adopted a fatherly stance toward me; looking after and taking care of me, no questions asked. He's never felt this work beneath him and I can't help but be appreciative for the support he offers me without reservation. My mind quickly forces me back to reality as I finally hear Sid calling to me.

"Breakfast will be served in an hour," he mentions as he goes to take his leave.

"Sid, will you please call Don and invite him also?"

"Already took that liberty," he offers with a wink and I just smirk and shake my head as I slowly wander into my large bathroom and look at my tired reflection in the mirror.

"Oh I need a break. Greece?" I moan as I reach for my razor. I'm sure if I allowed it, Sid would be in here turning on the shower and laying out my razor but thankfully he is able to let me do few daily routines on my own. I finish my shave and then turn on the jets to my walk-in shower and let the room fill up with steam; I have a large soaker tub for two but can't see myself alone, naked in bubbles with no one else to share it with, so the dust bunnies make more use out of it than I do. I can't help but fantasize sometimes about an amazing woman, naked and pressed up against me in the warm soapy water.

"Mac...right back to reality."

I allow the hot water to liven up my tired senses, the smell of green tea and whatever else Sid has managed to slip into my private bathroom to jolt my brain alert. I like the soothing woodsy smell but get after him if it's not manly enough to walk around in public. I finally finish my shower, dry off and wrap the towel around my waist and head back into my bedroom and into my walk-in closet. I have a fine selection of clothing; mostly stuff that Sid buys for me or from a private tailor, so am never at a loss as to what to cover myself with. However, on my down time I prefer blue jeans and plain t-shirt, so I can feel like a regular guy once and a while.

"A regular day?" Sid smiles as I finally enter my modern kitchen. Sid is the one who does the cooking; I tried once and nearly burned the place down. So to ensure I have my regular meals he's also become my chef. But I do wish to be, even just once, cooking with my soul mate. Man I'm sad.

"Just a regular day Sid," I reply with a grin as I take the newspaper and head out onto the sun drenched balcony just outside the kitchen and sit down on a patio chair. I enjoy my life and live very well and know inside I don't miss the rigors of every day, nine to five routine. I'd go insane.

"Will be nice when that other chair is occupied," Sid mumbles as he places a small tray of food before me. When Sid first started I told him that I don't eat breakfast other than black coffee and not to make an issue of it. Aside from tying me to a chair and forcing food down my throat, he has somehow over the past six years managed to turn me into a man that, if I have the time, I actually like sitting down and getting a relaxing start to the day with descent food in my belly. But he's right, I would love to have someone in that chair on a regular basis; sharing all this with me. Green eyes and olive skin? Mac! Right...she doesn't exist. Still would be nice.

I cast my blue-gray eyes out over the picturesque landscape before me; the rest of Zurich at my fingertips and offer a slow smile as the sun starts to dry my damp hair. I take sip of my expensive coffee and then look at the paper.

"I wonder what tomorrow will bring..."

~Stella Bonasera, Messinia, Greece~

"Honey I'm home...oh that's right I live alone," I offer with a tired sigh as I slowly push my way into my quiet fortress, overlooking the deep blue azure waters of the Mediterranean. My head is lightly pounding, my butt is sore from the red-eye plane flight and I long for the taste of real food and my own bed; but I am happy to be home and arrived here safely so that's all that matters. And even though I know and prefer to live alone I just love to say that when I enter. "Maybe one day someone will answer me back," I offer in a sad lament as I know inside it'll never come true.

I tug my luggage upstairs to my large master bedroom and dump my suitcase at the entrance to my walk in closet and then slowly wander over to the balcony, shedding my light sweater in the process; my designer sandals still downstairs in the front entrance where I kicked them off. I let the salty air liven up my tired senses and play silly games with my jet-lagged body. I slump down in a nearby lounge chair, letting the warm Mediterranean sun bathe me in golden rays; adding a pinkish glow to my olive skin. I close my eyes, stuffing some stray curls behind my head to keep my neck from overheating.

My latest job took me to Costa Rica. Such an exotic locale and I was quite upset that I wasn't able to spend more than a few days of my own time just relaxing and exploring the area I was visiting. The assignment was simple enough; a notorious Crime Lord who doubled crossed those that kept him employed but who turned his back on his wife and children; selling them as collateral to his biggest rival; who in turn paid me my usual couple-million dollar fee to rid the planet of his existence. Which I willingly did, no questions asked; the money already in a Swiss account waiting to be used as I see fit.

I do often sit and reflect about what my life could have become; wondering if I was just a regular everyday woman with a normal job and loving husband if I would finally be content? But I live well and like the fact that I don't have to answer to anyone other than myself. However my mistrust and uncertainty are always on alert and I wonder if regular women have these feelings; I doubt it and so I often think after a job if it'll be my last.

My line of work keeps me alone and in a constant state of alert and solitude. I don't mind being alone as I have been alone all my life; abandoned as a child by my mother who I later learned died in a car accident when I was just two years old. I was then forced to take care of myself and grow up pretty fast; spending most of my time on the streets, fending for myself and learning skills most kids only hear about or see demonstrated on TV. I have become hardened to most things women enjoy; trust, romance and someone they actually want to see at the end of a long day or tough assignment, a loving husband.

While I am Greek by heritage, my mother abandoned me in the US, New York to be exact. And while I grew up there and did my schooling and CIA training on the Eastern Seaboard, Greece was always home. So when I broke apart from the CIA; choosing to dictate my own future instead of it being handed to me; this was the first place I thought to build my fortress of solitude and comfort. I would never live in the US again; other places in the world I might contemplate, but this is home and I hope whoever I find will love it just as much as me. My secluded mansion overlooks the Mediterranean and I have a private path down to a private beach with a waiting luxury sailboat, what's not to love? I'm sure he would love it. Who? My dream man.

"Oh Stella," I chide myself. "He doesn't exist!" The man I am hoping to find; my brain wondering if I ever will, but my heart telling me never to give up. And while I don't trust men and never really have, I am hoping to find one that will force me to want to trust him.

As I said, he doesn't exist. Trust is a luxury that I have never been able to afford; despite the fact that I have millions.

My mind is back to work once again where it belongs! I had tried other areas of work, landing a job with the CIA before they asked me to become part of a special training program that would teach me sniper skills and how to become an invisible assassin. However, when I refused to take on a Presidential assignment for their sole benefit, I was cast out; disavowed at it were, a target in their eyes. And I have over the past ten years learned the value of lies and mistrust, they have kept me alive and thus far and out of the grasp of the CIA and Interpol.

Growing up on the streets has taught me survival skills and instincts that I rely on and trust more than man-made or word of mouth information ever will provide me. My eyes can be deceived, my brain lied to and my heart misled; but my gut instinct will never do me wrong. Each time I am faced with an intense moral dilemma I remember the words my foster mother told me:

'Stella you were right the first time. You need to trust in your gut more. In your time of need, rely on what you feel inside and go with that. You'll never do yourself wrong. You have good instincts; let them guide you in life.'

And I have. They have kept me alive long after many had written me off or left me for dead. I have faced both terrifying situations; but while most women would have just lay down and let fate dictate their outcome, I sharply remind myself I always have another option and fate won't best me in a battle to the death. That is one of the other reasons I haven't kept any close companions around; only one of each gender that I dare to trust, but loving neither in a way that'll garner me a secure and happy future.

My one true female companion, often tells me that one day I'll find a man who will force his way into my mind and make me want to hold onto him with everything I have. I just laugh as I remind her that most of them want hot sex and a good tip to make it worth their while. I want a man who'll want me for more than my real estate or sizable bank account.

I have a no men policy that I would on a very rare occasion consider breaking if I found the one man that I could actually trust. My home is my safe haven; a place of security away from the cruel world. When I am in town; Kalamata, I have a small apartment that I rent a few doors down from my doctor's Villa and that I'll use if I am interested in testing the dating waters. But I haven't met one yet that has even made me wonder what he would think of my real home and if I would want to wake up to him in my own bed. I would really have to trust him and no one of that caliber has been created yet. Maybe?

"Yeah right Stella...there is no man on this planet you'll ever be able to trust like that."

And I know I'm right. I have dated a few men in different parts of the earth, most recently Frankie Mala, an inspiring artist in Milan. But he was very controlling and wanted to shape me into something I'm just not. At first he was kind and attentive, but his obsession and possessive attitude were disconcerting and I took my leave before things I'm sure got out of control. A few of the locals and a tourist now and again if I ever feel the need to flex my womanly muscles; but they were all just passing amusements, nothing lasting.

And as time slowly moves on I realize that I want a man to accept me for who I am; a skill assassin with a heart of gold; one who is seeking that elusive soul mate to quit the game and finally enjoy love and life.

"Oh Stella," I laugh. "You are pathetic."

I tried dating a fellow industry professional, "Barracuda", but even then, I kept wondering when he'd put a bullet in me and take everything I keep hidden away, so I told him to take a hike. I guess that's why my Villa is so hidden, away from the prying eyes and nosy ears of those around me. But apart from the Barracuda there is no other industry man who garners my interest, oh save one. "The Marine". His reputation is without dispute and he's the best most will brag, in the whole world. I'd like to go one on one with "The Marine" and show him that I'm a force to be reckoned with. But much like myself, I'm sure he lives alone and trusts no one outside his own inner peace of mind. If he even has that.

"I don't have peace of mind, why should he?"

I'm sure much like myself, "The Marine" probably spends a great deal of his nights playing the role of insomniac. I don't know his history or background; much like myself it's probably locked away but to the privileged few. But as I go by handle as it were, "Aphrodite", as I need to protect my real identity, I might have crossed paths with my skilled rival before and just never knew it. Much like "Baracuda" won't tell his real name I won't offer mine either; another reason I am alone.

The kind of man I want doesn't exist on this planet, and I have been in almost every major city it has to offer and still haven't lined him up in my scope. Where is he? He'd have to be handsome, have blue eyes and a great ass. I laugh at that last thought as my favorite body part on a man is his arms. Arms that would be strong enough to hold me whenever I needed it; and yet able to bend to whatever fantasy I might want to subject him to. Kind, caring, considerate and a real gentleman. Someone of strong enough character to put up with my various moods; take all I have to offer and yet still love me and want to be with me at the end of the day. And I'm pretty sure that isn't "The Marine". Army men are usually cold and uncaring; usually born with a dictator type attitude.

I value family and have often dreamed of building a secure future for myself with an amazing man by my side; one that would actually want to see me as his future happiness, much less want to call me his wife and soul mate. He'd have to be something else and since I have such high standards and a mental list that I never put away, I know I'll never find him. Where is he? Maybe when I'm dead and forced to share coffin space and I'll find him then.

I just shake my head as I know I'll never find him and push myself out of my chair and start for inside. My mind often pictures a man, half dressed, lounging on the bed waiting for me to come back in; warm blue eyes beckoning me back to his side so he can once again show his affection in a kind and caring manner. Strong arms that would hold me close and perfect lips I would hungrily devour. A man who is at times playful, submissive, in charge or just into whatever I have in mind for him. Being an aggressive woman by nature, I often tire of men who'll just do whatever I ask, thinking they are pleasing me. I want a man who knows what he wants, that being me of course and forces me to acknowledge it. Plus most are intimidated by such a headstrong independent woman that most fall behind even before I take a step forward. I want a man who's not afraid of a strong woman, who will be able to just accept me as I am but show me that once and awhile it's me that needs to be taken care of, protected and show me that he's the only man I'll ever need.

I want to think of him, dream of him, fantasize of him long after he's left my sight; always in my mind and heart, forever belonging to me. However, I offer a tired sigh as I realize that when I open my eyes, his image fades and I'm once again alone.

Well almost.

"Good afternoon Alexander," I greet my faithful room mate who wanders over to me looking for any kind of affection I might throw his way. I pick up my well fed tabby and give him a squeeze; being rewarded with an energetic round of purrs and meows.

"Did Sheldon treat you well while I was away?" I ask in a soft voice as I finally place him on my large king-size bed, pick up my suitcase and head into my walk in closet to unpack. Whenever I do an assignment I pick outfits that I hope will blend in with the locals, but can't resist filling up my suitcase with some native attire so always return home with more than I left with.

Sheldon Hawkes is the only male to date that I will actually call friend and allow into my circle of confidence. He is a brilliant doctor that set up a private practice in Kalamata after moving from the busyness of Los Angeles and then Athens but loves the freedom that traveling to house clients such as myself affords. He's paid very well but says he does it for the love of medicine and the knowledge he gains rather than the monetary bonuses people like myself afford him with. I have known him for the past three years and he has more than proven his trust over the years; odd since when I first met him he offered a few simple sentences and it seemed to work.

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'Are you a doctor?'
'I am. What's the problem?'
'My friend Jessica is sick and needs medical attention. We were...'
'I've seen this before. Let me get my nurse to help her into an examination room. Mrs...'
'Ms. Stella.'
'Very well then Ms. Stella, let me help...'
'I can take her.'
'Trust me I know what I'm doing.'
'But...'
'You came to me for help right?'
'Stella I'll be okay, I trust him.'
'You must have an honest face.'
'That's what my mother told me.'
'Thank you Dr. Hawkes.'
'Sheldon please.'
'Thank you Sheldon.'
'You can thank me after I have looked at that side wound you are trying to hide.'
'No big deal.'
'Fresh blood is a big deal.'
'I can't re...'
'Report a gunshot wound? I guess in Athens that would be true. But we aren't in Athens right?'
'Right.'
'Looks like a sniper shot.'
'You know your weapons.'
'I know my snipers,' he whispers and I look at him in shock.
'I think I should...'
'You know there is a reason I make house calls to certain clients, even abroad, like Barracuda.'
I looked at him in shock at offering the name of a fellow assassin so loosely.
'Trust me, I'm not the guy who's going to rat you out. I enjoy my practice and lifestyle far too much to come into your line of fire.'
'Sheldon...you just earned my business. Keep up it up and we'll see how things develop.'
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That was three years ago and I have trusted him with my life ever since.

I need to go into town and see Sheldon but a trip into Kalamata will take more than an hour or so I'll leave that for sometime this week and just spend the rest of the day unwinding in peace and tomorrow by the beach. I wander into the bathroom and cast an envious eye toward my old fashioned bathtub and smile; nothing better than a long relaxing soak in warm soapy water. I wonder if my dream man would love to lie naked in my arms in a tub filled with bubbles. I'm sure he would, he's a guy, I laugh. I head back out of my bedroom and pick up the phone.

"Welcome back," Sheldon's voice greets me over the phone with a slight sigh.

"Tough day?"

"Ah just the usual. How was the Coast?" He asks, referring to my recent stint in Costa Rica.

"Just what the doctor ordered," I lightly laugh. "Thanks for looking after Alexander. I swear you must feed him steak when I'm away."

"He's a good boy," Sheldon laughs. "Need any fixing up?"

"Could use an update on my shots," I reply with a frown. "I think I'll come sometime this week. Prepare for my arrival."

"Will we be doing the usual?"

"Of course," I reply. "And you can tell us who is your latest love interest."

"Ah that'll be you Stella," Sheldon smiles. "Speaking of which, did you find him over there? Your blue eyed soul mate?"

"Sheldon, you know he doesn't exist," I huff.

"I'll bet he's out there right now saying the same thing as you."

"Well George Clooney might do in the meantime."

"Well the next time he's on the Rivera I'll set you two up."

"Yeah thanks."

"Jessica with you?"

"No why?"

"Just ask her about her latest love interest. She was in Athens last week."

"Oh do tell."

"No way, that's her tale to tell you. Let's just say tall, dark and handsome. I gotta run. See you both when you get here."

"We'll be there."

I hang up the phone and then look at a picture of me and Jessica and smile. "What are you up to?"

In truth I am tired and just want to relax tonight but I haven't seen Jessica for a week now and just need to see her smiling face and hear her upbeat chatter, even if it's mindless drabble about some poor sap she's just met. She keeps me grounded, I often tell her; my womanly shoulder to cry on and sometimes voice of reason, that I haven't found with any other woman to date. I wander back into my closet and start to dissect my suitcase and get everything back to the clean space it was before I arrived home.

"Maybe I'll invite Jessica over for dinner," I mumble as I continue to hang my fresh clothes; tossing the dirty ones in the laundry. I don't have a house keeper as I enjoy even the mundane tasks of keeping my house clean, doing the laundry and cooking my meals; keeps me real I often tell Jessica when she asks why I don't keep a maid as I can more than afford one.

Jessica Angell is my closest and truest friend. I have known her for four years and trust her with my very life and although it's not a long time by most standards, our bond was true from day one. I wish she lived closer but knows I need my privacy and space so has a nice little villa not far from the busy downtown of Kalamata; a trendier part of town. Whenever I am in to see Sheldon, I often stop by and the three of us go out for dinner and I can't help but wonder if there would ever be a man that they would accept with open arms and he would do the same in return. Family bonds are very important to me and so he'd have to respect that they'll always be around.

Jessica, I guess could be called my protge but she shows a lot of promise and I think when I finally have a reason to retire, I'll hand her my reputation and she'll take over. Right now she handles only minor assignments; ones I know she'll be able to handle without incident, but for the most part she helps me and is still in the learning phase. She is American born and bred but when she forced her way into my life one fateful night, I was unable to turn her away and she's been a valuable ally ever since. I met her in a dark alley in New York when I was on assignment and practically saved her life and she's been an important part of mine ever since.

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'Let go of me!'
'Gentlemen, two against one? What is going on here?'
'Beat it princess.'
'Princess? Haven't heard that before?'
'This is none of your concern!'
'What did she do?'
'She just murdered my brother and now she has to pay.'
'I see. Did he deserve it?'
'Listen bitch...'
'Now I have heard that before. Sadly I am going to flex my bitch muscles and save her and kill both of you.'
'Ha...whatever, now beat it!'
I remember raising my gun, silencer already in hand and take them both out and then slowly walk up to the angry young woman.
'I could have taken care of myself!'
'Did you murder his brother?'
'Are you a cop?'
'Not really. I was paid to take those two out. You know Marcel Sweeny?'
'Yeah.'
'He sends his regards.'
'Who are you?'
'Stella.'
'Jessica.'
'Well Jessica, I admire your grit, but why are you down here alone?'
'Just lucky I guess. Did he really pay you to take them out?'
'Yes.'
'I asked if I could do that! Damn you!'
'Damn me?' I asked with a smile. 'You don't know me.'
'I need the money and you look like you don't!'
'You're right, I don't do what I do for the money.'
'For the fun of it?'
'For justice.'
'I want your job.'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes I'm sure. Who do you work for?'
I remembered offering a laugh. 'I work for myself. But I could use a female ally like you. Where do you work?'
'I'm between jobs.'
'Where do you live?'
'Look mom...'
'I need some help Jessica. You help me with this and I'll give you twenty five percent of my regular fee and if you like it you can come and live with me and learn my trade.'
'Where do you live?'
'Greece?'
'How much would I get, like a hundred bucks?'
'Try five hundred thousand,' I remember telling her and she nearly choked.
'Pardon? What are you?'
'A paid assassin. Do you want to learn or not?'
'I sure do.'
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"Stella? When did you get back?" Jessica's happy voice greets me.

"Where are you? Kalamata?"

"No, closer than you think."

"Just outside?"

"No, don't worry," she laughs.

"Well I know it's early but did you want to swing by for dinner? You can spend the night here, we'll laze on the beach tomorrow and then we can head into town and see Sheldon sometime this week?"

"Sounds good to me. I'll stop by and get some fresh Crabs and Mussels for dinner. Anything else?"

"Just the new gossip about this mystery man."

"What did Sheldon tell you?"

"Just come over around six."

"Stella!"

"See you then."

I hang up with Jessica and then look at the clock. Enough time for a warm soak in the tub to unwind and then a nap to allow my body to catch up to my tired brain.

I wander into the bathroom and start the warm water, pouring in some home made fruity smelling bath salts that I got at the open air market and then letting the warmth from the sun pour in through the open windows, baking the tiled room with golden heat. Being perched up high and having no neighbors affords me the opportunity to walk around half dressed or with no clothes on at all; which I don't mind.

"Now if only I had a man who wanted to do the same for me in return," I huff as quickly shed my sundress and underwear and put my hair up and into a messy bun. I ease myself into the warm waters; offering a heavy sigh as I finally sink all the way in; Alexander on a ledge beside me, letting his paws tease the bubbles, trying to trap them. He manages to get one onto his nose and offers a small sneeze when it bursts into his face.

"Alexander do you think I'll ever find the one? The one that makes me want to quit this game and just enjoy all that I have so far with him at my side?" He offers a contented purr and I just smile.

I lean my head back on the small bath pillow and close my eyes, letting my mind wander once again. In truth that's what I really want; a man to come into my life and force me to want to enjoy its pleasures and all the good and exotic things the world has to offer. Doing them alone just isn't fun and I tire of constantly looking for a travelling companion or seeking out information about local tourists who others wantn to set me up with.

"But it would be nice," I offer to myself as I just let my body unwind and relax in the warm soothing water. I stare out into the blue sky just above some cliff peaks and offer a smile. I think I'll just unwind the rest of this week down by the beach; soaking up the sun and just taking it easy before I accept anything else. Unlike Jessica, I can now pick and choose my assignments, knowing I don't need the money by any means.

Sometime later, I finally feel myself starting to get wrinkly and my eyes are almost about to close and it's time for some real sleep before I have to get up and make our dinner. I love eating in this part of the world; it's relaxed and unlike the US or other parts of Europe, it's laid back and people just enjoy being with each other, drinking wine and eating good food. Jessica and I are no exception. Some of our best nights are spent in front of my wood fireplace, wine glass in hand, talking about a past assignment or what the week in Athens or even at home will afford.

I quickly dry off and grab my robe and head downstairs to my rustic kitchen. I love to cook and some of my wealth has afforded me to take personal cooking lessons from some of the top Mediterranean chefs to ensure my skills are top notch. I do like to go out but would rather have a home cooked meal; taking my time to savor each plate I like to present.

When I first started on my own I couldn't afford much more than a tin of beans for supper and my standard cup of coffee for breakfast. But over the years I have come to realize the value of enjoying certain delights in life and a home cooked meal is one of them. Besides, I would like to think that if a quality man is out there seeking me, then this will just add to my resume of desirable attributes. That and being able to take out an enemy within the blink of an eye.

I offer a laugh to myself as I move around my rustic kitchen. Despite the money I have, I like my Mediterranean villa to have an authentic appeal and so I have had it decorated with Greek pieces, the native colors and anything else that I consider warm and inviting; nothing too cold and modern.

I take out a few things for dinner and let them rest on the counter until it's time to come back down and prepare them; then I slowly head back upstairs and push myself under the cozy comforter and close my eyes. Despite the light my body is tired and so falling asleep in a dimly lit room will be no trouble at all; the smell of warm salt air mixing with the heat will add to the comfort of my siesta. Jessica will be here in a few hours and then she'll fill me in on the new man in her life; once again making me wish that right now I was being held in the strong loving embrace of my lost soul mate. Where is he?

"I wonder what tomorrow will bring..."

A/N: I know this chapter was long but unlike 'Opposites Attract' I wanted both featured in the first chapter as the story will now build from here.

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