So this is the Splinter Cell fic I was working on, to get my writing block sorted. It's a bit AU, a bit canon. I don't know. Basically the BF said "If you can't write your normal stuff why don't you write something you wouldn't normally ship" But I couldn't think of anything. So he was playing Blacklist (PS: I love that game, like all SC games. Even without Mr Ironside, it's still great.) And he was like "Grim and Kobin, you should write that."

My reaction: What the actual fuck?! How has that crossed your mind?

BF: I dunno? Come on, on a plane, in close quarters, only one woman? Shit is going to go down.

He follows that up with one of those annoying winks…. Like this P

Me: Um, ok. But Kobin? Really?

BF: Think about it… Sam and Grim are like beyond platonic. They are so close, work so well, that there can never be anything romantic. Plus that's boring and easy. Charlie? Too young, and not her type. Briggs? The guy is gay, come on. (I'm not sure how he came to that conclusion but he swears by it. "They know everything about us") Therefore that leaves Kobin! And I reckon Grim likes a bit of rough and tough, she'd go for the bad boy type.

Me: Riiiiiiiiiiiggggggghhhhhhhhhtttttttttttttttttttt. I know I write ships that aren't usually common but…..

So anyway, that's the background on this. I wrote it, then re-wrote it. Then decided it was best in a "missing moments" sort of format, lots of little scenes here and there.

Anyway enjoy! (Or don't because I think Grim/Kobin is a bit weird, although I am warming up to them amazingly, since playing through conviction and blacklist again…. Awkward!)

Ok read on if you're ready

….

It had been hours, Grim realised as she looked at the time on the SMI. Hours since the job in Libya and they had no leads. She had been sifting through analytics for so long that she had lost track of time. If they didn't get something soon they'd be in trouble. She looked up to Sam who stood on the other side of the SMI. "Have you talked to Kobin yet?"

"No." Sam replied not looking up, his voice nonchalant. A realisation dawned on her. "Has anyone seen him?" She asked, tension rising in her voice.

"No." the reply came, the tone no different to the initial one.

"Christ Sam! This isn't Gitmo!" Grim raised her voice, Briggs and Ollie turning around from their computers to see what was going on.

Sam still didn't take his eyes off the SMI and merely shrugged. Grim shook her head and went to the kitchen. She grabbed a few things and headed towards the holding cell at the other end of the plane.

Briggs turned to Ollie, "Something wrong?"

"Let's just say Grim and Fisher? Not the best of friends at the moment. Bridge isn't quite built over the water yet."

…

Kobin heard the electronic locks release on the door to the holding cell. He looked up to see Grim shut the door behind her and walk over to his cell.

"Hey Ice Queen, long time no see." He smirked at her, before grimacing as he got up and headed towards the front of cell. She didn't reply to his comment, and handed him over some water, a bag of chips and a small first aid kit. He took it silently and sat back down. He opened the chips and offered her some. Grim shook her head and Kobin shrugged. "More for me then I guess." He popped a few in his mouth and looked back up at her. Crossing her arms, she finally spoke.

"Kisses babe?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at him. Kobin scoffed, a smirk creeping across his face. "I thought you'd like that."

"Oh yes, flirting while you're sitting in an interrogation chair? Right up my alley." Grim retorted, sarcasm lacing her voice.

"You sure you don't want to help me with these?" He showed her the bandages and antiseptic from the first aid kit. "You could help…clean my wounds." He asked suggestively.

"I'm pretty sure you can handle that yourself." Grim replied, hands making their way to her hips.

"Oh Grim, you're always spoiling my fun. So what happens now?"

"That depends on what information your offering. "

"If I tell you guys, I'm done! There'll be a hit out on me."

"That's not my concern and if I were you, I'd be more worried about what prison Sam might dump you in, if he keeps you alive."

Kobin drew his head back and sighed. "Alright, there's this opium farm Afghanistan. There would almost definitely be information on the blacklist there."

"And it's worth going in with a live asset."

"Yeah that's the only way to get the information. Its Afghanistan man, they're not exactly high tech." Grim nodded and headed out.

"You should tell Sam that." She stated.

"What? I just told you. Can't you tell him?" Kobin asked exasperated.

"Nope." She shook her head. Kobin rolled his eyes and she turned on her heel towards the door.

"You're breaking my balls Grim."

"Yeah I do that a lot apparently. Kisses babe." She replied turning back at him, arching an eyebrow and imitating the smirk that he had given her. Kobin couldn't help but give her a smile in defeat.

Walking back towards her spot at the SMI, Grim's face returned to its emotionless state.

"You need to see Kobin." She said matter-of –fact. Sam finally looked up at her.

"Why?"

"He's got good information. Whatever problem you have with him, or me for that matter, is nothing compared to what we're facing."

Sam nodded and headed towards the cell.