A/N: I do no own any name from Covert Affairs or WWE. I know I have a lot of people waiting for an update on my other story with Joe and Annabelle, and I promise it's coming :) Until then... Enjoy this idea that just wouldn't leave me alone and shoot out a review because I'm not sure if I should keep going with it or not.

"They're smart. I'm going to be totally honest with you, because you can say no. We've already sent in two under covers and niether has come back breathing." Joan tells me. Her lips purse into a thin line after that and I can tell that she really didn't want to sent me in, but someone had to go.

"I can make it in, when have I not?" I ask her, offering a small smile. "So Roman, Dean and Seth... Who's in charge? Like who calls the shots?" I ask curiously. I flip through a couple pages of the file, scanning and storing away little pieces of info.

"As far as we know they work as a unit. No one make a decision without talking to the other two." She answers.

"Well they're looking for drivers to take drugs across the borders.. I'm a pretty good driver if I say so myself." I shrug, "I think that's my only way in."

"No. I don't want to put you in like that." Joan shakes her head. "We've tried sneaking in other operatives before and it's ended badly." I raise my eyebrows at that statement.

"So what do you want me to do Joan?" I ask seriously.

"They're in Italy... Rome, taking care of business. With the information we have they should be over there for a few weeks. You're plane leaves tonight. Honestly, I'm just hoping that one of them will take an interest in you." She sighs. This was a new stragetgy, Joan didn't like her operatives to take a romantic interest in their target... Stuff like that usually gets messy.

"Whatever you think is best." I nod, taking a second yellow file folder from her.

"Go pack, check in when you land." She nods, "I'll have a bank account set up for you so you'll have some cash."

"Hey, be careful." Auggie says, grabbing my elbow before I could walk off. "These three are dangerous."

"I'll call you when I land." I smile at him and press a kiss to his cheek.

***...***...***

"Thank you Auggie." Text to Auggie.

He'd stashed my carry on full of Italian currency.

"No problem. Any sign of them yet?" Text from Auggie.

"I really just got in. Haven't been out and about yet." Text to Auggie.

Aparently these three were all staying at the same ridiculously expensive hotel resort type thing that Joan had set me up in. It consisted of one very large building set up just like a normal hotel, numerous rooms some nicer and more expensive than others. It also had probably a dozen guest houses, that I assume these guys would be set up in. In a few minutes I was in my black tennis shoes, a pair of cut off jean shorts and a black batman tank top and out the door.

"Cameras just caught them at a bar a block south on 2nd ave. Thirsty?" Text from Auggie.

"Haven't turned a drink away yet. :)" Text to Auggie.

He was spot on. They were in a corner both in the already small bar/grill, just the three of them. I casually made a glance around the place and met the light grey eyes of Roman Reign's before I hoisted myself up at the bar.

"May I get you something miss?" The bar tender asks with a flirty smile. Huh, he was cute.

"Strawberry long island?" I ask and he nods, "And a menu please." Long Islands were totally not me, I was more of a hard liquor kind of girl but I wasn't sure what to order out here. "Thank you." I murmur as he hands me the menu. "I really just want Alfredo, is it good?" I ask him.

"The best little miss, and with chicken or shrimp it is amazing." He answers and I grin.

"Chicken please." I nod handing him back the menu and taking a sip of my drink. It wasn't bad, really sweet for my liking but I'd suck it down anyway. Even with my back turned to the three I could feel Roman's eyes boring into the back of my head.

"Hello, my love." I turn to look at the guy who was talking to me and rolled my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested." I tell him with an unimpressed look. I was ridiculously blunt, and seriously how do you tell someone you're not into them and still be nice about it? He furrows his eyebrows but says nothing else and walks back to his table where his friend's were giving him a hard time about the rejection.

"Thank you." I smile, seeing the food set down in front me. "I'm starving." I tell the bartender. "Could I get a coke, just a plain cola."

"Of course amour." He nods. It was probably the best chicken alfredo I've ever had. "It is good, yes?" He asks with a grin.

"So awesome." I answer. I hear the three guys get up and listen as they walk out the door before I turn and watch them walk away. Only to be busted when Roman turned around, his eyes locking on mine. I'm an instant blush and quickly look away, focusing back on my food. I wander around to a few of the shops and spent some money that I probably didn't need to spend... But I was a woman and in Rome which was a good enough excuse for me. I made it back to the hotel just as the sun was starting to set. The hotel, which was named Hotel Camilia, was a totally different scene when the sun went down. It had three fully functioning bars, two restarants, and a few other shops. My heart about stopped when I turned the corner to the elevators only to basically run into the three guys, who were now joined by another man that I knew was in the drug trafficing business. I'd seen his picture in one of the folders that sat on my bed right now.

"Jesus, I'm sorry." I mutter, putting a hand over my heart.

"Nah doll, my name is Dean. Not Jesus." He winks at me. I chuckle, and roll my eyes before stepping into the elevator. "You ain't gonna tell us your name?" He questions, watching me lean up against the mirrored walls. Roman was right next to me, his focused start making my heart rate increase.

"Kalliste." I smile, hitting the 14th floor button and taking noticed that they were getting off on the 16th. Not like that'd do me any good... I wasn't about to just go knock on a drug dealer's door.

"Greek name, you must be from around here." Seth comments. "Seth, by the way." He adds. "That's Roman." He adds pointing to the Samoan next to me.

"I'm actually from Florida." I chuckle and go to step off the elevator. "Nice to meet you. See y'all around." I call casually over my shoulder.

***...***...***

"I feel weird Joan, like I need a friend. A wing girl." I tell her over the phone. I was walking around the room in my bikini, about ready to go down to the pool. It was getting late, probably around 11 but the pool here was 24 hours. I'd passed it earlier and it was amazing. It had a very unique design to it, and two waterfalls.

"You have to work with what you've got." She sighs, "It sounds like you may have caught their attention." She adds.

"Lots of people make small talk in the elevator." I tell her, not as hopeful as she was about it. "I'm working on it." I assure her.

"Call me with any progress." She says before we hang up. I toss my phone on the bed, opting to leave it in the room and grab a towel before heading to the elevator. The three guys are in the bar as I pass on my way to the pool that was outside. Dean notices me and gives a nod and I wave back to him, which causes Roman to turn and look at me. I offer him a small smile as I walked. The pool at this place was amazing, in the dark it was lit up in different colors and this late at night it was pretty much empty with the exception of the couple in the hot tub.

"What's a girl from Florida doing on the other side of the world?" Roman asks, sitting down in a chair that wasn't far from where I was in the water.

"I'm over here for work." I answer simply. My eyes traveled up his frame, he was very casual right now in a pair of black cargo shorts and a tighter dark blue shirt that hugged him way too well.

"Work?" he questions.

"Marine biology. I follow a pod of Orca's up here every year." I tell him.

"Oh, wow. That's actually pretty cool." He tells me. "Was today your day off?"

"Nah, I got in this morning. I blame not working today on my horrible jetlag. To tired to operate a boat." I smirk.

"You want to grab a drink with me?" He asks. He glances at the concrete, then back up at me.

"No." I shake my head, "I want to stay in the pool." I grin after a few seconds. "You could come into the pool, with me." I suggest. My eyes get a little wider when I watch him pull off that blue shirt and proceed to pull off the rest of his attire. He was a chisled piece of work, he had a tribal sleeve tattoo on his left arm that crossed over onto his chest... and I'm just going to assume the other two guys were probably just ask well put together.

"Didn't think I'd do it, huh?" He muses from where he'd jumped into the deeper water. I roll my eyes and prop myself up against the wall of the pool. "Come here often?" He wags his eyebrows. His voice was very low, baritone.

"Oh... You can't even think up your own pick up lines?" I say, mocking sadness at how pathetic it was.

"I generally don't have to use pick up lines." He shrugs.

"Wow, really? Concided much?" I basically scoff. I push myself off the wall and make my way towards the steps. If he was a total douche bag this mission was not going to be easy.

"Hold on, I didn't mean it quite the way it sounded." He states, watching me wrap my towel around myself. Out of my peripheral vision I see Dean and Seth approaching us.

"The tone in your voice spoke volumes." I mutter.

"Man, put your clothes back on. We're going to go down to club Voodoo, pick up some ladies." Dean states. I looked down at Roman and raise my eyebrows as if to say 'told you so'. "Unless you've got other plans." Dean suggests glancing between the two of us.

"Not with me he doesn't." I scoff a laugh and pick up my room key. "Have a good night guys." I add before I head back towards the hotel emtrance.

"Kalliste, hold on just a second." Roman calls after me. I smirk to myself, I had this cat... Hook, line and sinker. "You're right, that's exactly what I had meant and I'm a total asshole." He shrugs when he finally caught up to me. He'd put his hand on the door, preventing me from going inside.

"You didn't have to tell me that." I roll my eyes. He had his clothes bundled up in his hands and his shoes were hanging off his fingers. The pool water was dripping off his long raven locks.

"Let me take you to dinner. I swear I'm not always an arrogant jerk." He says.

"Why, would I want to go to dinner with you?" I ask him with an unimpressed look.

"Because you've been staring at me just as much as I've been staring at you since you got here and it'd be a crime against love to not give dinner a shot." He rattles off effortlessly.

"Do you live here?" I ask him randomly.

"No." He shakes his head.

"What are you doing here?"

"We have business here." He replies simply.

"What kind of business?" I pry.

"The private kind." He grumbles and I raise my eyebrows. I glance back to see that Dean and Seth were watching the show unfold in front of them, but from enough distance that they can claim they're not evesdropping.

"Alright, well have fun on your "private" business trip... With three other grown men." I tell him, pulling open the door and walking inside.

"Hey! We're not gay!" I hear Seth call before the door shuts. I chuckle and hit the up button on the elevator, glancing back at the door to see Roman still leant up against it, watching me. He casts me a wink before I disappear through the big gold doors.