He froze, his senses on high alert. This was not good. Not good at all. He spun around, glancing back toward the window. It was a trap. Of course it was. How could he have been so stupid? How could he not have suspected something like this.

"Stop playing games!" he shouted, eyes darting nervously from side to side. "Are you just going to wait for me to fall into one of your stupid traps like the coward you are? Come out and fight me!" There was no reply. What was White playing at? Normally, he would have set his trap into action by now. He had never been one for long, drawn out mind games. Had he changed his style?

This made no sense. Over the years, the two of them had fallen into a pattern. Who did White think he was, just going and- and- changing like that? That wasn't allowed! That wasn't how it worked!

Black's breath caught in his throat. Oh god. It was true, though, wasn't it? He had fallen into a pattern with White. Their routine was always the same. One of them had to be carrying some sort of plans for their respective agencies, not indiscreetly, but not discreetly either. Just obviously enough that the other would notice. They would hole themselves up somewhere with the plans, in their own little office buildings, on agency submarines, sometimes even on off-shore islands. The other would follow, being very cautious, but always alerting the other to their presence somehow.

Thinking back, he realized that he hadn't taken his shoes off before climbing up the fire escape. While the sound of shoes against metal wasn't earsplitting, White could have heard it easily if he had been listening.

As per usual, he had taken the way in that left him with few escape routes, making it easier for White to engage him in a fight he couldn't win. What should have happened next was him encountering either an armed White, who he would grapple with until one of them managed to get a hold of some sort of explosive device and send the other running, or one of White's traps, which would preferably spring as he was climbing through the window.

This wasn't right. This wasn't the way spies did things, wasn't the way he did things. You never fell into a routine. He would never have out himself in such a compromising situation on any other assignment.

When had it been that he had started passing up opportunities to go for the kill? When had it been that White had begun to do the same? More importantly... why?

The hand that held his gun dropped to his side. "White!" he called. "Where are you, you bastard? We need to talk!" Again, no answer.

Black shook his head slowly. "Now I know I've gone insane."

Two hours later, he had searched the whole building over, and there was no sign of White. "Where is he..." Black growled, scanning the room he had started in for what felt like the hundredth time. Why was he even doing this? It didn't make any sense. If White wanted to just up and leave, that was his business, not Black's. But... what if he hadn't? What if he hadn't left? Just because Black was the enemy he spent the most time with didn't mean that he was White's only enemy. What if he had been taken?

"What difference would it make?" Black mumbled to himself. "It's not like I care what happens to him." And yet... White was the closest thing to a friend he had. Maybe... Black had begun to think of him as one. Maybe he did care what happened to the white-haired man.

Black stifled the sudden urge to fall to the ground, curl up into a ball, and wait for everything to be over. He massaged his temples and sighed. He needed to figure all of this out, but right now, he had more important things to think about. Where was White?

So... what did you think? Please review, follow, vote, all that. Next chapter coming soon, it will probably be from White's point of view. Thanks for reading chapter 2, I hope you liked it! XD