I know I say this every time i make a new story, i say 'i know i have alot of stories that i dont update that quickly, but this one's really been on my mind' but its true :) i can't help it

okay, its an Alex/Mitchie fic.

Mitchie is an evil genius mastermind criminal. Alex is a top of her class spy set out to catch her. They fall in love... blah blah blah, they can't be together since their jobs and careers blah blah blah which begins an all out war etc etc etc.... yeh ok.

....lemme know if I should continue this, or strangle myself with a shoelace instead....

Rated M, duhhhhh!

here we go :)

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Mitchie's POV

This is what I live for. The rush of breaking and entering. The rush of stealing a famous painting or robbing a high class bank vault. All of the crimes give me a high feeling. It's not something I can acheive by drugs. It's different. My heart beats fast with anticipation and my stomach flips in doubt and worry but my brain tells me i'm the coolest shit that walks and that i'll never get caught.

I'm robbing a museum. It has a cool looking painting I want that would look wayyyy better decorating my house. I sneak through, some of my crew behind me, taking what they please as I look for a specific art work.

There it is.

It's of a young girl. This girl has long thick black straight hair with side bangs. She has a petite small smile and frame. The girl is posed, sat in a country side, it appears to be about 1950.

It's worth about $3 500 000.

Quite expensive for my wallet, but I always have the five finger discount. It really helps at times like these.

I use my laser pen to smoulder through the steel bolts that keep it up. It's about to fall down off it's hanging so I call some henchmen over. They catch it and carry it out. The museum has practically been cleared of it's precious items. Too bad. Oh well, if they didn't want burgelers they should have got a better security system. I chuckle to myself and place my dark sunglasses on and put my hands in my leather jacket.

Tonight was going pretty good. No interruptions at least.

Alex's POV

I was lying on my stomach in the air ducts, peering down on her. My comrads were also hidden around the museum, watching her.

I examined her smug face as she placed her hands in her pockets and beamed brightly.

How could someone smile when they are stealing priceless artifacts?

A maniac. Just like Dallas said.

It was sad to think that this terrible, caniving girl was sister to innocent, crime fighting Dallas.

I had knew Dallas for a couple years. We went to junior high together. We were best of friends and luckily the CIA recruited us both. We had started dating a couple of months ago. She was really sweet and caring, not to mention pretty with a sexy body.

The CIA had been good to us. They gave us cars, a big mansion for all of us to live in and we always had a unlimited credit card with us.

I hadn't wanted to be a spy. I wanted to live on a farm and have horses and live with the love of my life. But they convinced me my talents were required. They also gave a very convincing speech about making a difference to the world.

I joined, for the soul reason that Dallas joined too.

We were besties then, how could I say no?

We had trained for years, becoming black belts, gaining weapon intelligence, mind bending, and pure spy rules.

And finally here we are, top crew, and on our first truly dangerous mission.

We were supposed to spy on Mitchie. Not to confront. It was just to get the evidence we needed even though it seemed we had enough. We had a whole cabinet solely for her crimes and outings.

I bet her mother and father would be proud. I know her sister isn't.

I peek through the air vent, she's there. Smiling proud at her henchmen.

She is quite breath taking. She has black hair that shines with radiance. A slim sexy yet muscled and toned figure. Her smile could make any fall for them. I know I could.

I look deeper at her appearance. She kinda looks like Dallas. It makes me sad. I know Dally was apprehensive to do this mission. She doesn't wanna hurt her own sister, but she said she wants to stop her rein of terror over the USA. She said she just wants the sister who was always there for her. Whom would help her with chores and help her when she tried to play sports. I don't believe that girl is anywhere in that dishiveled young female anymore. She's gone, and she's not coming back.

"Alex, you there?" Dallas asked. My microphone squeeked. I winced and pulled it from my ear. I think my ear was bleeding but that was not what I was worried about.

My earpiece dropped!

I watched as it fell and dropped on Mitchie's head. She slightly flinched and patted her head. She looked around and bent to pick it up. She placed it in her ear.

Mitchie's POV

"Hello?" I ask.

"Oh god, Alex i'm sorry, my earphone radar was off. I hope it didn't hurt that bad."

I recognize that voice.

I cough, adjusting my throat.

"It's okay Dallas. What's your next move?" I ask.

Wow, she's as dumb as I could remember. I would of thought she would as least know how her friends voice sounds.

"I know Mr. T told us to confront her, but I think we can take her. I mean with all five of us, we can beat her. I think you should drop down from the vent and i'll come out from the setup sculpture and take her down." She suggested. I looked up and just like she said there is some girl called Alex looking through the vents. She sees me eye her and backs up.

Too late Alex, i've seen you.

I pull out my gun and face it up to the roof.

"Alex, watch out, she's seen you. Head back and go out to the parking lot. Meet you there soon."

I shoot a couple metres from the vent and I start to see it tilt with the girls weight where i've wore it down.

"Alex!" Dallas shouts in my earphone.

"Oh, hey Dallas, listen, I know we have our differences, but I will let Alex live, if you leave now." I say maniacly.

"Mitch?" She asks softly, using my childhood nickname. My heart tightens at the memory, causing me to push down on my chest. I'm having breathing problems now. This is why I avoid family, this always happens.

"Dallas, you have 10 seconds to decide."

"Mitch, you won't kill her."

"Dally, shut up! Just leave, before i'm forced to kill her."

"Mitchie, I know you can't hurt her. She means to much to me, for you to hurt her."

"I am nothing of the Mitchie you used to know." I spit.

I just close my eyes and shoot up again. The vent rips and a girl slides out, grasping the side, trying desperately to hold on. The fall is pretty big, 70 feet or so.

Dallas comes running out from a box shaped sculpture.

I walk towards her. As she's running I close line her with my arm. She falls to the ground, unconcious.

I look up to this Alex girl. She has fear in her eyes. She doesn't wanna die. I don't blame her.

I walk beneath her.

"Just let go, i'll catch you." I shout up.

She shakes her head in response.

"Alex, just let go." I say, maybe using her name will tempt her. I may not like Dallas, but I don't want this girl getting hurt.

"NO!" She screams back. She gets a better grasp on the side of the broken vent. She starts crawling up. The vent she goes to grab for slides out of place and falls to the ground, she's hanging on with one arm now.

I will not have her die.

She falls, screaming. Her high pitch squeel reaches my ears and I jump to catch her. I tackle her body mid-air, flipping us over so she lays on top of me as we hit the ground. She lays unconcious on top of me. I roll over and place her on the floor softly.

Dallas is returning to conciousness while grabbing her head in pain.

"Dallas, get up, get your people and leave." I order. She just nods and stands slowly. She stumbles to Alex and kneels down. I see 3 people creep by me cautiously. They walk to Alex and kneel by her too. Dallas is just staring at me.

"Why?" She croaks out. I am guessing she is referring to why I chose this life to live.

"You know why," I respond. She does, I just think she likes hearing it, or maybe she can't understand it,

"Leave."

"No. I need to know why you've became this person."

I pull out my handgun.

"Leave, or I shoot them." I point it towards the girls.

"Mitch, I know you won't shoot them. So don't even threaten to."

Why is she challenging me?

I walk to her and place the gun to her head. I press it in, making a circle indent in her forehead.

"Tell the 3 girls to leave." I order. She just nods and they hesitantly walk away. I keep my eyes on Alex. She's stirring.

"Dally?" She whispers. Dallas looks between me and Alex. I nod and we walk to her.

"Lexy, babe, it's gunna be okay. You just hit your head." Dally reassures. She pushes the hair from her face and cradles Alex in her arms. She's whispering reassuring things in her ear.

I walk away, refusing to watch the moment anymore.

Out of no where, I hear a hammer from a gun slam down.

I whip around and there's Dallas, pointing a hand gun at me. Alex is laying clean spread out on the floor behind her.

I step towards her. I push the gun from her hand downwards. She flings it right back up.

"You wouldn't shoot your own sister would you?" I ask, teasing her, I know she can't. She was always weak.

I push her gun down once more and rip out my back up gun. My revolver, my favorite gun. Sadly, this was the gun that Dallas first bought me. We went downtown late night and some guy kept pushing us to buy, so she did, for me. I've kept it with me ever since.

"Recognize it?" I ask. She just gulps and nods.

Here we are, our own flesh and blood facing each other with a weapon of instant death. I won't lose.

I just smirk and point it at Alex.

"Now I bet you'll leave."

"I will, just don't hurt her, please." Dallas begs. I can see the tears in her eyes.

I take the gun from her hands and puts mine away. She just nods and walks to Alex, picking her up, and carrying out. I escort her from the building. My henchmen stare at me like i'm crazy. I just shake my head and open the back door for her.

"Walk us to the car?" Dallas asks. I just walk ahead of her and she follows suit. I reach the car, and help her place Alex in the back, laying her across the seats. She's pretty. I mean, I didn't know my sister swayed that way too, but jeez, she really got lucky.

"I'm so sorry, about everything. Just come home, we can see mom and dad and talk it all out."

"Mom and dad refuse to talk to me anymore." I tell her.

"I'm sure if it looks like your putting an effort in, they'll talk to you." Dallas suggests.

"Dall, just leave. I don't wanna ever see you again." I say.

I walk away. I can't handle it, my chest is starting to hurt too.

Why does something always ruin my fun?

Alex's POV

I awake in mine and Dallas's room. I'm laying on the comfy bed, i'm sunken into the snuggly blankets. Dallas is just sat staring at me lovingly.

"Hey babe." She speaks gently and softly. I pull her to me, cuddling close to each other.

"I thought we were done for." I say.

"Mitch may be rough and tough. But she's not that far to kill a member of her family, or someone whom her family cares for." She said. Her fingers lightly dance across my cheek. I close my eyes, feeling her embrace. I soon fall into sleeps grasp.

Alex's Dream

I fall from the vent and Mitchie catches me in her arms. Yet this time, I don't fall unconcious. I just stare back in her dark brown eyes as she stares in mine. I'm laying on top of her.

I lean down and press our lips together.

Dallas is right there, looking at me, kissing her sister. But I don't care.

Mitchie has the sexiest lips i've ever tasted and they are a thousand times softer than Dallas'. I slid my tongue across her bottom lip and she granted me access.

I heard a bang. I looked to see Mitch with a pained expression across her face. I see a hole in her shirt, where blood starts pouring from.

I look to Dallas. She shot her own siser.

Mitchie falls limp while Dallas pulls me up to a kiss.

"You will never leave me. I love you too much."

Her lips are nothing like the perfect one's I just caressed. They demand too much from me. They want everything I have, and I just gave everything I had to Mitchie.

I hear another bang.

I feel a tingle in my side.

I look down to the massacred sight of my own skin ripped back where there now lays a giant hole.

I fall to the ground. My back lands on the floor but my heads lays upon something much softer.

I turn my head to see Mitchie. She lays dead with my head resting on her stomach.

I look to see Dallas place that same gun to her head, pull back the trigger and fall to the ground. Her head rests on my stomach. Her hand rests upon Mitchie's arm.

A sisterly bond had just died.

A love had died.

But a love had been created.

Alex's POV

I awoke, sitting abruptly, sweating like hell.

I slipped out of bed to just sit in the living room.

What the hell did that dream mean?

I thought of a triangle. It was the shape we created as we lied on the ground, dead.

A triangle. A three sided shape? No.

A love triangle? Possibly.

Dallas loves me. I like Dallas and Mitchie.

And Mitchie likes me.

Wait? I like Mitchie?

No, this can't be happening. She's my girlfriends evil sister who we have been assigned to capture.

Jeez, love sucks.

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