I watch the footage of Christopher Black over and over again until my vision begins to blur. Inside my head, I have his movements memorised. The way his head tilts slightly as he walks, long dark hair messily ruffled on top of his head. In the footage, he's sporting a dark beard, grown out for a while. I can't help but notice how he reminds me so much of Calvin. . . the smooth movements, the confidence he oozes.

Christopher Black is always dressed immaculately in a clean, crisp suit and tie. I can't make out any of his facial features as he always seems to know where the camera is pointing. His head is always bowed down, staring at the floor to keep hidden.

I watch the footage again, zooming in on his clothes. A small white line can be seen on his suit however I can't seem to figure out whether it's the camera quality or the design of his suit. I keep my eyes trained on it, watching as he moves. The white line on his suit moves with him. I grin, screen grabbing the images before emailing them over to Micah.

"I got you Black," I smirk, bouncing off my chair and heading for Micah's bedroom. I knock on it multiple times before barging in. Micah whirls around in surprise, shirtless. My eyes immediately snap to his body and suddenly, I remember how close we were last night. The way he soothed me as I suffered from a nightmare.

"What are you doing?" Micah says abruptly, reaching over to grab a shirt and pull it on. My eyes are fixated on the smooth skin, his taught stomach where he's sporting very defined abs. I also notice the numerous scars running up and down his skin and I look away, inhaling deeply.

"I've got something on Christopher." I say firmly, heading for his laptop. I fling it open, popping in his password and clicking on his emails. Behind me, Micah grows silent and I hope things aren't going to be awkward between us.

"You know my password?" Micah snaps, slightly confused and angry. I smirk, taking a seat in his chair.

"I've known it for a year Micah. I'm surprised you haven't figured that out already." I snigger, turning the screen and showing him the screen shots of the video footage. Micah glares at me before bending down and studying the pictures.

"Is that — " He asks, eyebrows creased together in concentration.

"A logo. A suit brand." I say excitedly, zooming in on the picture. Behind me, Micah's lips stretch out into a wide grin.

"If you get this sent off to be enhanced properly, we should be able to get a clear picture. If we know the brand of the suits he buys, we've got information on him. Bank cards, whereabouts and his taste in clothes." I say smugly, swinging around in my chair to face Micah. His eyes flicker between my face and the laptop screen with shock.

"Holy shit Hunter, I don't know whether to hug you or punch you out of excitement." He says quietly, eyes flashing with a new found determination. He inches closer to scrutinise the image and I breathe in quietly, his proximity causing the caged butterflies to start up again in my stomach.

"If you punch me, I'll punch your face in return. Just saying." I say lightly. Beside me, Micah turns to look at me, dark eyes flashing with amusement. He lets out a low chuckle before swinging his hand out, pushing on my chest. I instantly fall back, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

"Shut up idiot," he says playfully before sitting himself on his seat. I narrow my eyes and glare at him but the corners of my lips tug upwards anyway. He holds my stare for a few seconds before breaking eye contact, putting his attention back onto the case. His fingers begin to tap away at the keyboard quickly, eyes narrowed with concentration.

I take it as my cue to leave and let him work but just as I'm about to walk out of his bedroom door, he stops me.

"Thanks Hunter."

I don't say anything but give him a small smile. I close his bedroom door over softly before heading back to my room to get changed for another school day. Yippee.

*****

"Hey Hunter! Over here!" Zack yells, bounding up to me and weaving through the crowds. I glance up, giving him a small smile.

"Hello Zachary," I grin, admiring his outfit. He's wearing a white shirt with denim jeans, his sleeves rolled up halfway to expose his arms. At the mention of his full name, he scowls and shoots me an annoyed look.

"Do not call me Zachary. You sound like my mother." He shudders and I chuckle, reading up on my tip toes to ruffle his hair.

"Sorry bud, I won't call you Zachary anymore." I smile, looking angelic as ever. Zack rolls his eyes playfully, shoving me lightly.

"You still sound like my mother."

"Your mother is a hot piece of ass." A deep voice cuts in and I turn to find Calvin joining us, an arrogant smirk plastered across his face. Zack immediately scowls, turning around to punch him in the arm. I take the distraction to scan my eyes over Calvin. He's wearing a grey hoody under his black leather jacket, finished off with some dark jeans. His eyes are just as mesmerising as ever and today, his hair is styled somehow, the strands combed backwards.

"You need help dude. It's disgusting! She's my mother!" Zack yells, pulling me back to reality.

"Yeah Calvin, don't be so disrespectful to his mother." I interrupt their arguing, giving him a stern look. He pauses, raising one eyebrow at me.

"It's nice of you to finally join us and stop eye-raping me Hunter." He says casually, green eyes emotionless. I smirk, not caring in the slightest if he knows I'm checking him out.

"Puh-lease. Don't flatter yourself. I was staring at Zack but your ugly face got in the way." I snap back at him, a triumphant smile plastered on my face. Zack whoops next to me, leaning over Calvin to give me a high five. I connect my palm with his, ignoring the burning stares from both guys and girls around me.

I don't care about having to fit in, once I'm done busting Christopher Black, I'll be back at FBI headquarters. So as you can imagine, making a good impression to other students doesn't bother me too much.

Calvin glares at me, his eyes flashing with anger. I understand why people avoid him with a stare like that. He's like the male medusa, if you stare into those cold eyes, you'll turn to stone.

"Stop glaring at me Calvin, if the wind changes, your face will permanently stay like that." I smile sweetly at him, earning another cheer from Zack. Calvin rolls his eyes and storms off in front of us, heading for the end of the corridor. I watch his back as he leaves, remembering Micah's words.

"You've got charm Hunter, use it."

Is insulting someone classed as charm?

Let's hope so because it comes naturally to me whereas flirting does . I decide the best move for me to be around Calvin as much as possible is to make friends with Zack. He's the puzzle piece connecting me to Calvin so far and I don't want to lose that. I also don't want to string the boy along but he has potential to be great company.

"So Hunter. . . You want to hang after school?" Zack asks me, nudging me in the shoulder lightly. I remember I have training with Micah but we can always re-schedule.

"Sure Zack, sounds fun. Will Calvin be there?" I ask casually, dodging out of a student's way who was rocketing down the hallway. Zack pauses before nodding —

"We always hang out together after school. Unless he's got something to do with his Dad." Zack says, walking into class. I pause, my eyebrows raising in surprise at the sudden mention of Christopher Black.

"Is his Dad around a lot?" I ask Zack, walking faster to keep up with him. He doesn't respond and instead fist bumps a guy in the front seats as a welcome. I sigh and head for the back, dropping my backpack to the floor underneath the desk.

Guess I'll have to try again later. . .