A/N: Hey guys. I had this floating around in my head and I was itching to write it. I have spring break so I'll be updating and working on Daylight and Sometimes All It Takes Is A Kiss as well. I promise! Let me know how you like it?
Sweat drips down my forehead and my fingers itch to wipe it away. I grit my teeth as I fight even harder against the rope binding my hands together. I take in a wheezing breath and groan feeling the pain in my body. I flick my eyes upwards to glare at the man in front of me. A smirk forms on his lips and the scent of his expensive cologne fills the air. I can hear the click of his fancy shoes as he stalks around the chair I'm tied to. "So, Agent, feel like talking yet?" I glare at him when he comes to rest before me before I gather some spit and blood in my mouth and launch it at his feet. His eyebrows rise and he tsks at me. "Such a shame." He flicks his hand and a large hulking figure of a man comes forward to sucker punch me.
As my head snaps to the side I don't release a sound. I slowly bring my head back forward and tilt my chin up in defiance. Another blow comes and I take it just the same. I feel a back molar slip out of it's socket and I spit it to the ground. I grimace at the dark red that goes with it. I hear the rope biding my hands groan under the pressure of my hands. When my head rises again I smile as the man waves the lackey away and comes face to face with me. "Why are you here?" I cough around my laughter.
"Because you're a scumbag." Any amusement falls from his face and he back away. His hand rises again but before he can wave it the door to the room gets kicked open and he gets knocked to the ground as the door lands on him. I see the swirl of black and the lackey is on the ground lifeless.
"You're such an asshole Santana." I smile upon hearing my partner's voice, Dru. I look up to meet the familiar teal and gold eyes. She swings around my chair and I feel my body freed from it's confinement. She offers me a hand which I take and I get up from the chair. She hands me my weapons before we round on my captor. "Once we get out of here I'm kicking your ass."
"You can try." She chuckles and kicks the door off the man. His eyes widen and he scrambles backwards, hands raised in a 'Please don't kill me' stance. I scoff and lunge forward and cuff the man before hauling him to his feet. I look over to Dru before raising an eyebrow. "Didn't happen to bring backup did you?" She grins and I groan.
"Well that'd make things too easy now wouldn't it?" She waggles her eyebrows at me and I shake my head with a smile. "Besides, it's more fun this way."
I sigh as I collapse onto the couch. I stretch my limbs and groan feeling them pop into place and my bones crack. A lazy smile covers my face until a pillow smacks me out out of my state of bliss. "HEY!" I grab the pillow off my face and glare up at Dru. She raises an eyebrow down at me and smirks.
"That was for giving me a fucking heart attack."
"Sorry." She shrugs.
"It's alright. I got there just in time. Like usual." She gives me a pointed look before clearing the back of the couch and sitting down in the free spot. She grabs my feet and pulls them into her lap. Her long fingers quickly undo the laces of our standard issue black combat boots and she frees my feet of them. She begins to kneed the flesh of my feet and I groan in relief while closing my eyes. "So where do you want to go on our vacation? I know where I want to go." I roll my head side to side thinking of where we could possibly go.
"I'm not sure. Where were you thinking?" I pick my head up and cross my hands behind my head before resting it on them. I open my eyes and see her teal eyes bright with excitement.
"Cali." I grin with her before nodding. She finishes up the foot message and slaps my calfs. "Well then let's get packing!" I laugh before making my way to my own room. I stretch my body and feel the dull aches from my injuries. I spent a few days recovering from my injuries before I was allowed to come home. I walk over to the table next to my bed and pick up the picture frame and smile down at the picture.
I run my finger over Brittany's face before swallowing around the lump in my throat. I haven't seen her in almost 9 year. Not since we were both 18. After she chose Sam I left but I didn't go to New York like she told me to. I enlisted in the Army. I met Dru in boot camp. With her easygoing, playful, and sarcastic attitude we just clicked. We were nicknamed the "Dynamic Duo" by most of the other troops and by our superiors. We never failed a test or a mission. We saved each other's lives a few times but we always made it out safe and sound for the most part. We were all ready to come home when we were approached by a few suits and a well dressed woman with an offer we couldn't refuse.
Our lives changed that day. We were given the opportunity to join a secret agency that protected innocent people around the world and that helped to keep peace. The only price was that we had to leave our old lives behind. Meaning no contact with anyone from our past. We both decided to do it. Our friends and families were told that we were M.I.A. and we were thrust into training. The simple answer for what the two of us are would probably be spies. We're not spies for the US though, more like the world.
We became partners because we're a killer team. What we do isn't pretty or easy, but it has to be done by someone and we're the best. We live together in a house in rural New York. We've talked about our pasts before, we know each other inside and out. She knows about B and I know about the girl she left at home. A girl named Bridget Vreeland who now plays for the US soccer team. I pack my old Army duffle and a backpack for our trip. I change into a pair of long black cargo shorts and a tight white tee shirt along with a pair of sneakers before returning to the living room with my bags. Dru is sitting at the counter that separates our living room from the kitchen.
She's got long chestnut colored hair with red highlights that come out in the sun. Her skin has a nice tan from the sun with freckles smattering her skin. Her eyes are a teal color with random gold flecks. Her build is similar to Brittany's except she has more muscle and is a hair shorter than my former girlfriend. She's changed into a pair of tan cargo shorts and an old Army tee shirt with her last name on the back. She's got a pair of high top sneakers on and black socks peak from above the tops of her sneakers. Her square black glasses are perched on her nose. Her long fingers are wrapped around a beer bottle while she types on her laptop with the other. She's beautiful but we're strictly friends.
I grab a beer and take the seat next to her while she tells me the time of our plane We've got two weeks off and we're going to make the most of it.
When we step off the plane and into LAX we share a smile before going to the car rental place. I get a Mustang and when she tells me that she's got a surprise I let her drive. We pull up to a small house near the beach and she turns to me with a smile as I take in the small house before me. It's a light blue color with purple shutters. It's a total surfer's house. I raise an eyebrow and she chuckles. "I bought this place a few years ago. I had all my favorite things moved to here. Stuff from home you know? Come on, lets go have some fun."
The house is pretty awesome. It's got two rooms with attached bathrooms, a large living room with an open kitchen. There's a deck in the back of the house that leads directly to the sand and a garage. We take a trip to the local store to grab some kitchen supplies along with other things for the house. When we get back it's just about 1 in the afternoon and we share a grin before going and changing into our bathing suits. She has on a neon green bikini with some cool board shorts and I'm in a skimpy red bikini and a flowing skirt. She heads into the garage and emerges with a surfboard. It's a few inches taller than her and the design is Army camo. I shake my head when she asks if I want one and follow her outside.
I grin feeling the sand under my feet and we head toward a more populated area on the beach. We set up chairs, towels, and an umbrella. I place the cooler in-between our chairs and laugh as she takes off towards the ocean with her surfboard. I place a pair of aviators on my face and lay out to tan on a towel while watching her catch wave after wave. I close my eyes and enjoy basking in the sun for a while.
A while later Dru comes bounding up the beach with her surfboard under her arm and shakes off the excess water and I flip her off. She laughs before laying out next to me. Not soon after she settles down next to me a soccer ball comes flying our way and she catches it. Two girls come running up to us apologizing and Dru grins at me. They ask if we want to join their game which of course we accept. After a few hours of hanging out with the girls and their friends we make plans to meet up at a club later.
We're getting ready when both our cell phones ring. We share a worried look before answering. "Lopez."
"Agent Lopez we have a problem. We're sending a car for you and Agent Kingsley." We hang up both our phones and hear a car pull up out front. Dru pulls out her favorite revolver and moves to the door. She looks through the peep hole and her body relaxes slightly and she holsters her gun before unlocking and opening the door. The woman from 3 years ago that recruited us walks through the door followed closely by two men in suits. We both know now that this woman is the director of the agency. We all call her Mom.
She motions for us to take a seat which we both do with wary looks. Mom sits in-between us and sighs before looking down. She places a hand on both of our knees before looking at both of us. "I know you're both on vacation but something has happened. Something that concerns both of you. We figured you'd both want to take care of this yourselves." I furrow my brow and Mom motions at the two men. They step forward and hand both of us files.
I open the file and see Bridget's picture along with some information. I'm about to ask a question when Mom cuts me off. "Both of them were taken last night. We don't know why or for what but we think someone is trying to send a message to both of you. For now all rules are suspended. Do whatever you need to, to get them back home. Talk to friends, family, just get your girls back home." My heart thuds against my chest when I look over at Dru. Her hands are shaking but her teal gaze meets my own. The three people leave the room and silence hangs in the air.
After what feels like forever we both close the files and hand over the other file. When I open it my mouth and throat dry up, the air escapes from my lungs, and my heart stops. There, sitting in the middle of the file is Brittany's picture. Her face smiling brightly, her blue eyes twinkling at me even through the picture. She looks a bit older but I'd know her anywhere.
This just got personal.