"I could get used to this," Captain Charissa Sosa murmured, eyeing Face's shirtless body appreciatively, wondering how and why he was asleep on her couch. She had not expected to see him again so soon.
"What was that?" a voice behind her asked.
Damn Face for distracting her. How could she have forgotten the federal agent by her side? With a fugitive sprawled across her couch nevertheless.
"Sorry, my apartment is a mess," she lied. "Maybe we can talk at a restaurant?"
Agent Keller chuckled. "I don't mind a little mess. And this is too important to bandy about in a public place."
Sosa sighed, knowing what a predicament she was in. "Alright but let me tidy up a bit before you come in."
She slipped inside, trying not to open the door any more than necessary.
"Face," she whispered, shaking him a little harder than necessary. "Wake up. You have to leave."
"Nice to see you too," he chuckled, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and stifling a yawn with the other.
"I mean it," Sosa insisted, "Agent Keller is waiting just outside my door."
"And here I was hoping for some quality bedroom time," Face sighed.
"Come back in, say, three hours?" she suggested.
"Who is this agent you're spending all night with?" Face asked, pulling on his shirt.
Sosa smirked. "Why? You aren't jealous, are you?"
"Do I even need to answer that?" Face grumbled.
"We're working. He's the other agent in charge of searching for you and your dear friends," Sosa explained.
"I'll be back at around ten," Face told her as he finished tying his shoe.
She knew he could have been out of there within seconds, but didn't complain as he stalled. Finally, he pecked her on the forehead and headed into her bedroom, presumably to crawl out the window or leave by some other means. Sosa counted to ten before letting Keller in.
"I'm sorry, I'm a bit of a slob," she lied.
"No worries," Keller chuckled, moving towards Face's seat on the couch and kicking his feet up.
"Shoes off the furniture, please," Sosa snapped. She really could not stand dirt.
"Sorry, Captain - can I call you Charissa?" he asked suddenly.
She frowned. "Don't call me Charissa. Nobody calls me that. I mostly go by Sosa."
Almost nobody called her Charissa.
"Alright, I'm Tom, by the way."
"Let's get to work, Tom," Sosa said pulling out several files from her bag.
"So you were there when the A-Team escaped last month?" Tom asked curiously.
Sosa nodded reluctantly. Even though it was the right thing to do, she felt guilty for her key-in-the-mouth trick.
"I heard a rumor that you kissed one of them," Tom commented.
Sosa rolled her eyes. "We are here to discuss how to find the A-Team," she reminded him.
"So it is true," Tom observed, "I've also heard that you used to be involved with Peck. Do you know anything that might be useful?"
He had no idea. At least she could honestly say that she did not know where they were or what they were doing. She really did not like lying to the government.
The casual meeting ran long and seemed to never end. Eventually, though, there came a knock at the door, causing Sosa to jump. She hadn't expected Face to actually come through the door, much less knock.
"It's getting late," Tom noticed. "I'd better be going."
"Of course," Sosa replied, rising from her seat. "Oops," she said as she stumbled at the table, sending Tom's papers flying in every direction. "I'm sorry."
She left him to crawl around on the floor and slipped out into the hallway.
"Fa-" She did not even get his name out before he enveloped her in a bone crushing embrace. "Can you come back in five minutes? Tom is just leaving."
"Oh so he's Tom now,"
Sosa smirked and returned to her apartment.
"Who was that?" Tom asked, now stuffing his folders into his briefcase.
"Just a neighbor," Sosa shrugged, "Thanks for coming over, we'll talk again tomorrow."
"Alright, see you then."
Tom patted her back awkwardly then left. Sosa held her breath as he opened the door, but was not at all surprised that Face was long gone. She was surprised, however, when she turned around to see Face digging around in her fridge in the small kitchen alcove.
"God, you scared me!"
"No need to call me God, Face will do just fine," he answered, pulling out the box of leftover pizza from her meeting with Tom.
He leaned over the counter as Sosa sat opposite him.
"So, Faceman, do anything exciting lately?"
"What? Like escape from federal custody with a smuggled handcuff key? Nope, nothing at all," he replied, then stuffed an entire slide of pepperoni pizza into his mouth.
"So what are you doing here?" Sosa asked, well aware of how dangerous Washington D. for him at the present.
"Can't I just stop in to say hello?" Face sighed, wearing a mask of innocence.
"You forget I know you," Sosa reminded him.
"Never. Anyway, Hannibal has been working our asses off setting up our exciting new life on the run, in which we are apparently some kind of mercenaries," he explained, "Then Murdock decided to go skiing in Florida and BA found some kids who worship him do Hannibal gave us all two days off, as long as we promised not to do anything stupid."
"Wow, two whole days. And what does he means by stupid? Like breaking in to the home of the federal agent who is in charge of hunting you down and hauling your asses off to prison, perhaps?"
"Perhaps."
He meant to continue, but was cut off by yet another unexpected knock on the door. Face ducked behind the counter while Sosa went to see who was there.
"Sorry, but I forgot my phone," Tom explained, raising his arms in a "what can you do?" gesture.
"Right, you can get it."
He only spent a moment feeling around the couch before standing back up.
"Got it." He made towards the door, then stopped. "By the way, what are you doing tomorrow night? I thought maybe we could go out to dinner or a movie or something," he asked in a far too casual tone of voice.
"I have plans," Sosa responded curtly.
"Alright, maybe some other time?" he suggested hopefully.
She did not answer as he headed out the door.
"So where were we?" Sosa asked, sitting back down across from Face.
Suddenly, he grabbed her and she felt his hot lips against hers.
"Mmmm, I don't think we were there yet," Sosa laughed.
The fact that she was laughing near her laugh even more. She almost never laughed, or even smiled hardly, but Face could make her forget the stress of work and life.
"I took a shot, sue me." Face shrugged his shoulder unaffected.
Sosa pretended not to notice his hand creeping across the counter towards her chest.
"Maybe I'll punish you later."
"Is that a promise?" he asked, sitting an eyebrow.
His hand found its way under her blouse and his fingers were dancing up her side.
"We'll see."
"Have you found anything interesting about the A-Team?" Face questioned just as his fingers began to caress Sosa through her bra.
"Not a clue. They have simply vanished into thin air."
"Huh, who knew."
One finger, now two, made their way underneath Sosa's bra.
"Face," Sosa moaned, "Stop being a tease and let's move this into the bedroom."
"Well, if the lady insists," Face grinned broadly.