A Gun to the Head

by Julesypops

A Brief Summary: Natalia Rivera is an FBI Agent from Chicago, who is working undercover to find out crucial information about a shipment to be coming in for Springfield mobster, Olivia Spencer. Once inside the organisation, tensions rise when both women play a game of cat and mouse while resisting the simmering attraction between them.

Content Disclaimer: This is an AU story so it does not follow canon for the most part. Some aspects from canon may be used, depending on its relevance to the story at hand or the characters' personalities. Also, there will be sex scenes, just so you know. In addition, graphic violence will be intergrated within the story, and I'll always let you know if a chapter involves something that might be considered too heavy.

Source Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Guiding Light that have been used in this story. I do not seek to profit from there use, just here to entertain.

Thank You: To DiNovia, Xan and Katie Kelly for beta-ing this story. Thank you to DAxilla for the advice and to all the fan fiction writers, like Gidge, Bronzey and Shiva, out there who inspire me everyday.

Chapter One

“Look at me,” Olivia Spencer ordered coldly. The traitor didn't budge.

“Look at me,” she repeated. Still, he didn't move.

The dank room smelt of blood and sweat. Olivia unbuttoned the vest of her grey power suit and rolled up the sleeves of her crisp white dress shirt. Her viridian eyes looked dark and troubled.

Cracking her wrists as she stalked towards the tied up traitor, Olivia felt the strain of the past week wear down upon her. She almost felt sorry for him as his head dangled down, obviously too weak to keep it upright himself. However, she quickly suppressed that thought. Compassion was for the weak and Olivia Spencer was not weak. Her trust had been violated. The betrayal required punishment. Mickey, one of her most talented enforcers, handed her a bloodied steel pipe with a smirk and stepped back, allowing Olivia to have her way with the mole.

Already frustrated from the day's messes, Olivia was in no mood to play games. With as much strength as she could muster, the mobster raised the steel pipe and bludgeoned him across his left temple, eliciting a deep groan from the crumpled, tortured man.

“Now are you going to be a good boy and look at me while a talk to you?” Olivia asked.

The traitor's head still hung in front of him, blood and saliva dripping from his mouth. Olivia moved closer to him and ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair, grabbing a bundle and roughly jerking his head back. Holding his face close to hers, she struck him until he regained consciousness. His eyes fluttered open as she threw his head back, causing the chair to fall backwards with an echoing thud.

“Here's how this is going to go. You tell me who you're working for, and I'll consider being a little more lenient on you. How does that sound?” Olivia leaned over the bloodied man and placed her heel on his balls, shifted her weight slowly onto him as she waited for an answer.

The captive man cried out in agony as Olivia suddenly increased the pressure, jabbing her six inch heel into his testicles. She heard Mickey suppress a chuckle. Clearly, the thug enjoyed seeing his boss torture the spy.

The beaten man slowly turned to Olivia.

“Go to hell you frigid bitch,” he yelled out, sending blood and spit flying, staining her pants.

“Well, alright then. Mickey, he's all yours,” Olivia commanded as she buttoned her vest and walked towards the door. She reached for the door knob but stopped dead in her tracks when she heard the piercing screams from the pain Mickey was delivering.

Olivia threw a glance over her shoulder. Her eyes softened, a cheerless expression emerging on her face.

The mobster sighed heavily, releasing the choking tension that would often build inside her when her hand was forced into such actions.

I trusted you...and you betrayed me.


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“Enough is enough. Spill it,” Natalia Rivera demanded, impatient to find out what the hell was going on.

The FBI agent didn't know the reason why she had been called into her superior's office this late in the evening. But, whatever it was, it scared the shit out of her. Normally, Natalia had nerves of steel but nothing could prepare her for the broken voice on the phone, ordering her to, as he put it, get her skinny ass over to the Field Office as soon as possible.

She'd never heard her boss so strained and so defeated before. Though, here she was, looking into Special Agent in Charge Jeff Saunders' bloodshot eyes as he took another swig from his hip flask.

Ok, this is not good.

Saunders sighed heavily, breaking the eye contact between the two.

“We lost Cooper.”

“What?” Natalia leaned closer towards the table, gripping her armrests as her knuckles became painfully white.

“He's went missing, Natalia. He fell off our radar eight days ago.”

Saunders paused to take a swig.

“I just got a tip about an hour ago confirming he'd been ‘taken care of',” he said, his face contorting in disgust. “Word on the street is they don't know who he was working for.”

Natalia shot up from her seat and paced from one side of Saunders' office to another. The silence became deafening as Natalia felt the four walls of the cluttered office begin to close in on her.

What do you mean he's been ‘taken care of'? This is Frank Cooper we're talking about! How could he have been so-

“God dammit, she seduced him didn't she?” Turning around back to Saunders, who avoided her biting glare, Natalia threw her hands up in the air in disgust.

“We don't know that, Natalia.”

“Of course we do! That's her M.O., Boss. She's a fucking succubus,” Natalia spat out.

“Calm down. Sit.”

Natalia refused, crossing her arms and shooting Saunders a daring look, hoping to piss him off.

“NOW,” Saunders bellowed, offering up a glare of his own to Frank's firecracker protégé. Natalia begrudgingly sat down, slouching in her seat like a teenager being reprimanded in her principal's office.

“Look, let me deal with the Cooper situation. You just keep focusing your eye on the prize. Get us the information we need concerning that shipment.”

“How am I supposed to do that exactly? Magically hide myself behind a bush?”

“Smart ass, too, huh? Glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor, Natalia,” Saunders said dryly as he slapped a manila folder in front of her. “There's your new assignment. Mallet's off the case. He did a piss poor job of taking care of Frank.” Saunders motioned for Natalia to peruse the documents held within. “You and Boudreau will be working on this now in the field.”

Natalia stared blankly at the folder, both exhilarated and dreading the contents within it. Special Agent Boudreau had been her partner for three years and in that time they completed many an operation as the undercover agents. But none had ever been the priority case file for the Chicago Field Office.

Why would Saunders put Remy and I on the case, when everything could be imploding right in our faces?

She suddenly realized how strangely stifling the office was becoming. Beads of sweat began to form on her brow as Natalia flicked open the folder and read over the report. Saunders was watching her closely. You're oddly anxious there, Saunders. Natalia shrugged it off and continued digesting the papers when suddenly her eyes darted to Saunders' smiling face.

“You want me to seduce her?” Natalia asked incredulously, staring down Saunders' in disbelief.

“I do. If that's the way she plays her games, then we have to one-up the bitch. The element of surprise is that it'll be you. Put her out of her comfort zone, it's what you do best.” Saunders triumphantly leaned back in his chair, locking his hands behind his head, waiting for Natalia's response to his apparently brilliant idea.

I can't believe this! He actually expects me to go seduce the succubus, who, had he even bothered to read my research report, is not even gay!

When Natalia closed the folder and threw it back onto his desk, Saunders rose and walked around his desk and sat in the other visitor's chair next to Natalia's.

“You're only last shot, kid. We didn't want to go with Cooper trying to seduce her, because...well, it's Frank.” Natalia began to retort when Saunders raised his hand to silence her. “But you may just be the wild card she's not expecting to hit her where it hurts. All you have to do is push her buttons and get close to her, you know, girl talk.”

Natalia knew he was making sense, though she couldn't grasp what he meant by ‘girl talk' and made a mental note to ask Jennifer to explain it to her tomorrow. Regardless, she was what Olivia Spencer would be least expecting. Natalia furrowed her brow and reached over to retrieve the manila folder.

“You've got a point. I'm in. I'll brief Remy tomorrow morning,” Natalia offered as she moved to get the hell out of there and get back to sleep.

Saunders nodded as he slowly rose from his chair. “So I guess there's a bush involved after all.”

To be continued...