"Daisy," Blake whispered. "You awake?"

"No," I grumbled and Blake chuckled, shutting his door behind him and crawling onto his bed.

"Food's downstairs," he said into my ear and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest.

"Not hungry," I sighed and cuddled up to him.

"You need to eat."

"Not hungry," I repeated and Blake played with my hair.

"How you feeling?" Blake asked.

"Wonderful."

"I'm sorry," Blake sighed. "I'm sorry you hate it here."

"I don't hate it here, I hate the Agency," I mumbled. "I don't mind it here with you guys, minus a few exceptions."

Blake chuckled. "Daisy, you're not heartless," he said after a silence. "I know you think you are because you don't feel guilty about killing people, but you're not. You care. When it matters you do. That one little boy shouldn't put you off."

"It was horrible seeing him," I whispered. "Guilt is horrible."

"I know."

"I hate not feeling guilty, but then I hate feeling it at the same time," I said with a sarcastic laugh. "That's fucked up."

"It was a little boy, that's the only reason why you felt guilty," Blake said. "If it was a middle aged man witnessing it would it make you feel guilty?"

"I don't think so," I admitted.

"He was a cute, little kid," Blake shrugged. "That's the only reason it affected you that way."

"I can't know that for sure."

"Then you'll have to prove it," Blake said.

"No, I'm not killing someone," I frowned.

"What if it was that Emma girl?" Blake chuckled.

"Give me a gun and I'll do it now," I joked.

"Is she the bitch you complained about from school?" Blake asked.

"You should become a detective," I said sarcastically. "If she even breaths in my direction I will rip her ugly fake nails out and stab them into her eyes."

"You won't hurt her," Blake said.

"You won't always be around to stop me," I shrugged.

"Oh really?" Blake said. "Come on, get up. You've paid for this pizza so you might as well eat some of it."

"I'm not in the mood to see people."

"When are you ever?" Blake teased.

"Touché," I nodded and I groaned when Blake pulled me upright.

"Get up," he said and when I didn't move he shoved me off the bed.

"Twat," I groaned and looked up at him. "I hate you."

"No you don't," he chuckled and held his hand out to me.

I glared at him, but took his hand and let him pull me up. "What are the new people like?" I asked and grabbed one of his hoodies that was lying on the side in his room.

"Noah and Joey are chill. I see why you like Joey so much," Blake said as I pulled the hoodie over my head. "Emma hasn't said much, but I'm not keen on her. Dante is an arrogant git."

"He'll fit in well," I scoffed and Blake hit me on the back of the head.

"We're not arrogant."

"I beg to differ," I shrugged and walked out of Blake's room. I gasped when Blake grabbed me and swung me over his shoulder. "Blake!" I exclaimed. "Put me down, you dick!"

"Apologise," Blake said and I yelled when he started to tickle me.

"Put me down!" I shouted and wriggled around as he tickled me more. "Blake, you ass!"

"Apologise," he said smugly and I squealed loudly when he tickled my foot.

"I'm going to kill you!" I yelled.

"Apologise, Daisy," he sang and I gasped for breath.

"Put me down!"

Blake dug his fingers into my ribs and tickled me more. "What was that, Daisy? You're sorry?"

"Fucking hell, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed. "Put me down, now!"

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm going to kill you!" I growled and gasped when Blake jabbed my ribs again. "I'm sorry for calling you arrogant!" I blurted and gasped in relief when Blake stopped tickling me and shifted me so he was holding me bridal style. "You're horrible!"

Blake smirked and I rolled out of his hold and landed on the floor. "No I'm not," he laughed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and we carried on walking down the stairs.

"What the hell happened up there?" Mason said when we walked into the lounge. "That was some pretty noisy fucking."

"Shut up, Mase," I said and rolled my eyes. I looked at the guys and frowned when I saw Tom and Carter were missing. "Where's Carter and Tom?"

"Visiting Hampson," Eli answered and I nodded, sitting down on the sofa next to Blake. The floor was littered with half empty pizza boxes.

"Rob said he was stable," I said.

"He is," Erik nodded. "He should be allowed back here soon."

"Is this the guy that was shot when I was here?" Noah wondered.

"Yes," Erik nodded. "He also lives here."

"Someone else got shot?" Emma asked and pursed her lips. "This doesn't seem like a safe job."

"Then you should leave," I said and she glared at me.

"We kill people, Emma," Eli snapped. "What do you expect?"

"I was just saying," she huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Has anyone died?" Noah asked and I stiffened.

"Yes," I said sharply. "People die in our line of work."

"Anyone you know?" Noah wondered.

"Noah, just a tip," Blake said, his tone harsh. "Don't ask that question ever again."

"Sorry," Noah muttered and there was an awkward silence.

"What's the worst you've been hurt?" Dante wondered.

"I've been shot a few times," Erik said.

"A few broken bones here and there," Oli added.

"I think the most harmed goes to Daisy," Jack said. "She's not exactly pain shy as you can tell by her colourful face."

"You think I go around asking people to kick me in the face?" I scowled, directing my glare to Eli who shrugged.

"You did kick me in the balls. Don't play dirty if you can't take it, princess," Eli shrugged.

"He did that to you?" Dante wondered, pointing at my face.

"He did," I muttered.

"Don't look shocked, Blake stabbed her," Eli said.

"It was an accident!" Blake muttered and rolled his eyes.

"You reopened my stitches when you kidnapped me," I pointed out. "You also gave me a concussion and poured vodka over an open wound, that's to name a few."

"You kidnapped her?" Joey asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"She ran away from the Agency," Blake shrugged. "Besides, you've handled worse than what we've ever done to you."

"I don't think anyone has had it as bad as you," Oli admitted.

"I thought you were going to die when we heard about it," Jack admitted.

"I was worried I'd never see your lovely ass ever again," Mason said seriously and I rolled my eyes.

"What happened?" Joey asked, seeming extremely concerned.

"I went to take out a target and it went wrong," I said. "I was failed to be informed that my target's security detail were ex special forces. They took me by surprise."

"So they beat you up?" Noah guessed.

"They captured and tortured me," I shrugged. "The person I was meant to kill knew my father back in the day so they recorded the whole thing and sent it to him. They got a kick out of it when they realised I was his daughter."

"Tortured? How bad?" Joey asked.

"Started off mild, just punching and kicking. They got a bit more intense when I didn't give them any information. I don't remember much to be honest, but they used electrocution a lot. They forced a rubber hose down my mouth and blasted water into me to make it feel like I was drowning. That wasn't nice. They also covered my face with cling film so I couldn't breath and then sprayed the water onto me, that was horrible. If the electrocution would've carried on then I would have suffered brain damage. It was pretty intense."

"Shit," Joey croaked.

"And that's why you now go through torture training when you're a recruit," I said and smirked at the shocked expressions of Noah, Joey and Emma.

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad," Dante shrugged. "If you handled it."

"Don't be fooled," Blake said. "Daisy is one of the best."

Dante shrugged his shoulders and I raised an eyebrow at him. "I nearly died. I didn't handle it, I survived it. You'd piss your pants if someone even looked at you the wrong way," I said.

"I would not," Dante defended himself. "I was top in my class when I used to go boxing."

"When you were 9?" I said, my tone patronising.

"Be nice," Blake chuckled and I rolled my eyes.

"So what happens now?" Joey wondered. "With us?"

"You train," Blake shrugged.

"What about school and stuff?"

"It's all done at the Agency."

"But my friends!" Emma gasped.

"I wouldn't call those excuse of human beings friends," I muttered.

"You're such a bitch!" Emma snapped.

"If I recall, you tried to slap me when I first met you, I think you're the bitch," I shrugged.

"You deserved it!"

"You deserve to get hit by a bus but you don't see me one driving one into you, do you?" I said.

The guys couldn't help but chuckle and I smirked when I caught Joey's eye.

"How long are they are going to be here?" I asked no one in particular. "Because things are going to get even more crowded and I'm not cleaning everyone's shit up."

"I guess we're just going to have to wait and find out."