Alessio
Weaker men would maybe have just walked into her house and then shot her a few times. I am a bit more sophisticated than that. It took me about a month to finish up in Italy and a day to get to Alaska. I bought a house that is basically next to the safe house Naitee now lives in and had it filled with everything I would need. Cameras, listening devices, burner phones, food and all the weapons I could need. I make sure to arrive in the night and the house is perfect, it's roughly ten meters from Naitees safe house and it looks abandoned. She won't even know someone lives there, it's the perfect disguise. Considering what she probably thinks of me she'll expect me to show up and kidnap her but she lost me millions of dollars and put me in jail for half a year. My revenge will be long and I'll enjoy every second.
The kitchen is in suprisingly good shape and I heat up some pre made food at the same time I start the devices that will help me see and hear everything going on in her life. The next time she leaves her house I will plant the listening devices ans camras and since it's so small that should only take a minute or so. I will start of small with camras and subtly changing things in her house so she thinks someone has been in there. I will start actually going in there when she sleeps, by then end she will be so scared that she will try to calll for help and then I will blow her electrical field with a EMP. My endgame will be so sweet that she'll be begging for me and then I'll kill her or maybe I won't depending on what I think will hurt her more. Either way it will end with her hating herself more than me because she did every dark and twisted thing with a man who stands for everything that she hates.
But for now I settle for putting up camras in my own windows and the long range listening devices which will allow me to hear everything she does. Her house has an lack of windows that is annoying me, it is probably intentional but it still ruins it for me. The plan was to be able to watch her every move, all day until I knew everything about her routine. I sit down in one of the comfortable chairs I ordered and flip through the file about Naitee Joshi. I have already read it a hundred times by now but somehow it still intrigues me. She grew up in the suburbs as an only child. Her mother was a car mechanic and her father an architect. They were both killed in a home invasion almost five years ago and not long after that Naitee joined the FBI. Her story tells me alot of about her and her state of mind and her hate of criminals. The one who killed her parents were never found and I'm guessing that that is haunting her like my past is haunting me. It almost makes me feel bad for what I'm about to do, almost.
I eat my food in silence and then set up the brand new computer, it's heavy and almost like a box. Dean taught me exactly how to use it a before I came here and I connect all the cables until the screen is lit up with the feed from the camras.
I go to sleep early because I need to wake up before her, I place the speaker from the listening device from next to my bed so I will hear if she says or does anything. By the end of the week I will know every single detail of her day to day life and then I can really start destroying her. Piece by peice I wil take her down, so thoroughly that there will not be anything left.
Naitee
I wake up bleary eyed and tired. I fell asleep long into the night and for some reason I still woke up at six. I groan and rub my eyes with the hand that's not gripping my glock. I'm still alive and safe in my house. I sigh as I sit up. Usually I'll make breakfast, go on a run and then watch TV until lunch but now it's like the entire world has shifted around me and only my house is still the same. I brew some coffee and drink it black like I havn't since my roadtrip with Alessio. It felt to weird to drink it when it only reminded me of him. In a I want him way and not in a he should rot in hell way. But now I drink it, I feel like it's my rebellion against his memory. Sometimes I wonder if he told the FBI just how close we got, if he did I would never be able to face the rest of the FBI again. Maybe I should've transferred to the CIA like Ross had said. It would probably have made things easier for me. A new identity, job, a new everything basically. But I didn't so now I'm stuck here.
I think about just staying locked up here all day but it seems stupid, there have been no indications that he's anywhere close to me so instead I change into my running clothes with only one differnce from the usual. A loaded glock and a knife in each shoe. Usually FBI don't train their agents to use knives but Ross made sure I knew everything before I went on my first undercover job.
I leave the house with my hair up and only two layers of clothes. The door locks automatically as usual and the alarm beeps to life behind me. I stretch for a minute before leaving to run my usual route. Down the street, a few laps in the park and then right back. There's not that many good roads in Alaska and I use what I have to stay strong and agile.
I'm out of breath from the cold after a lap in the park and decide to take a quick pause. Someone clears their throat behind me and my hand rests on the handle of my glock as I turn around. There's a man standing behind me and I'm instantly suspicius. He's handsome in that blonde hair and sharp jaw way. He's smiling shyly.
"Hi." He says and his voice is deep in a nice way.
"Hi." I answer and his smile just a tiny bit, "I'm sorry, it's just that I've noticed you running here every morning and I really wanted to introduce myself. So here I am." He holds out a hand and I take it carfully.
"I'm Jake." I look him up and down again before I answer, "Lucy." He holds my hand in his a little longer than comfortable.
"Nice to meet you, Lucy. Mind if I join you?" I contemplate my choices, turn him away or I could have a seemingly strong man run around with me. He could be one of Alessios men but that would be unlikley.
"Yeah, sure!" He smiles and it's like a thousand watts.
We run five laps together and he asks me polite questions that I barely answer but he doesn't really seem to notice. He's not even slightly out of breath and by the end I stare at him, chocked.
"You are a really good runner!" He smiles and his cheeks turn pink. It's adorable.
"Thanks I played football during college and I've kept it up since then." I'm impressed.
"Wow, that's impressive. Do you still play?" He looks sad for a moment before he smiles again.
"Hurt my hand really badly in the last season and I also really wanted to come back here and work in my familys auto-shop." A sting travles through my body and into my heart both for him and for me.
"I'm sorry." He just shrugs.
"It happens. So where do you live?" I raise my eyebrows at his forwardness.
"Are you trying to stalk me?" He laughs and one of his hands lands on my shoulder.
"I was going to ask where you live so I could walk with you home." I just smile, Jake has turned out to be really convenient. It's obvious that he's talking to me because he likes me or atleast because he thinks I'm attractive but that's fine. If I'm not alone Alessio will probably be more hesitant to attack or show himself.
"Well then, I live like 300 feet north of the old industry." I point vaguely with my hand in the directon of my house.
"That's perfect, I live right in a apartment right by the river." He smiles and as we turn his hand slides over to rest his entire arm over my shoulders. It's a little weird but I don't protest, he's a nice and attractive man and I haven't really talked to anyone in months.
It's suprisingly easy to talk to him even though basically anything I say is a halflie. I learn alot about him though. He has a older sister that also lives here, he loves dogs and he also loves older Ford cars. If I was anywhere but where I am right now I would've already fallen fo him. A year ago Jake was my perfect man but now it's almost like my tastes have changed. For something decidedly darker.
We get to my house in no time and for a second I'm scared that he's going to kiss me, but he doesn't. He just gives me a one armed hug and says goodbye with a smile. I turn around to unlock my door when the hairs on my neck stand up.
I'm being watched. I'm sure of it. I stiffen and pretend to drop my keys, I crouch down after them and look around. The only person in sight is the Jake and he has his back turned. I'm imagining it, I must be. I open the door quickly and turn around as I close it. There's still no one there but my whole body still feels tight. Something in my stomach is wildly uncomfortable and I don't like it one bit.