Thank you to Castiel's drycleaner for her support of this story before it was even written. And for being an awesome Beta.

It's pre-movie and pre-comic, before they 'died' and went underground. They are still a part of the military and are receiving an additional member for one mission.

This is my first fic. Please tell me what you think. Thank you.

Jensen's Petunia

They couldn't believe it. For some reason, they were getting another sniper.

"What the hell we need another sniper for? We got Cougar." Roque hated that yet another new person was coming into their midst. They had gotten Jensen just two years ago. And having to deal with him was enough to test Roque's patience on a daily basis. He had to fight his constant urge to pull out his knives and use them on Jensen every ten minutes.

"According to mission control's intel, the fortress we're going up against has doubled their guard numbers since finding the damn spy that the military implanted." Clay told his men as he walked over to where Roque was sitting on the hood of their jeep. "They want Cougar and this other guy to pick off as many as they can, then we go in, handle the rest before we extract Salvador and take him into custody." Clay gave Roque a hard look before adding, "And Roque, they want their guy back in one piece. No more missing ears. Understood?"

"Yes Colonel." Roque smirked at Clay's retreating back as he mumbled, "There are other body parts that can go missing that he won't admit are gone."

Clay walked back to the center of the clearing they were currently camping in as they awaited the arrival of the support sniper. They had been in this god-forsaken unnamable country for two days and Jensen had received a radio transmission as to why they were here only an hour before.

"Jensen." Clay indicated that his hacker should continue.

"You got it Colonel. Okay, so I wasn't able to find out very much on him. First, he doesn't exist. Second, this guy's name is Wolfe." Jensen, who was leaning against their makeshift table constructed from the trunk of a fallen tree, was speaking very quickly and was about to continue when Pooch interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, Jensen. If he doesn't exist, then how do you know his name?" Pooch took off his sunglasses so that he could wipe the sweat from his face.

"C'mon Pooch. You know me. When they don't want me to find something, it just makes it even sweeter when I do." Jensen smiled his big, goofy grin before continuing. "Anyway, this Wolfe is one bad-ass dude. From what I could find, he is the dude they send in when they absolutely want to make sure that they don't get the credit. You know the assassination of Fazel Bin Akmel?"

"Wait a minute," Clay interrupted, "he's the one who did that?"

"Yep." Jensen nodded his head in the affirmative.

"Shit." Could be heard coming from Roque.

"It wasn't the Israeli government like they want everyone to believe." Jensen took a deep breath before continuing. "But that's the only stuff I could find out before they spotted me and I had to bail out before they could track me. But don't worry, I'm all over this. I'll find out all I can about this dude. It ain't over. I'm gonna get back in there and start digging. I'm gonna-"

Jensen's verbal rampage was interrupted by a new, rough voice. "You could always just ask me. Then again. If I told you, I'd have to kill you. And that would definitely put a damper on the mission."

As one, the Losers turned to look at the man who had just entered the clearing.

He was as tall as Clay and had the physique of Roque. His skin was the color of caramel. He had straight black hair that hung mid-way down his back. It was pulled into a thick braid. Anyone else they would have said something about the hair; but not him. No one so much as quirked a smirk.

He was dressed in standard issue camouflage like the others. He wore no dog tags, yet they saw that he wore a silver chain around his neck. It was tucked into his shirt so they could not see if anything was on it.

As the new man walked farther into the clearing towards the others, he looked from one man to the next, taking stock and seeing their reaction to him. He already knew their names, and what they preferred to be called from the files he was given on them.

Clay, the leader, was staring at him as if he wanted to make him disappear. He was already warned that Clay did not like strangers in his turf. His turf included anywhere his team was. He may not show it to his men, but he did love them like the family he never saw. Don't worry Clay, as soon as this job is completed, and I have a little fun, I'm gone and you can have your team back. Most of them the way I found them.

Roque, the demo and tactical expert of the team, looked at Wolfe as if he wanted to just kill him and be done with it. Hmmm. Let him try it. That should be fun.

Pooch, as they all call him, was the transportation and heavy weapons expert. He just kept rubbing his bald head with one hand while fingering what looked to be a ring among his dog tags with the other hand. It was apparent that he didn't care whether Wolfe was here or not. He obviously just wanted to complete their mission so that he could get back home to his new bride of seven months, Jolene. A very attractive woman, that one. If only that was what interested me.

Cougar, their long range eliminations expert, just coolly looked at him from under the brim of his hat. He could not decipher what Cougar's expression meant, though. What he did know was that Cougar looked out for his team. If anyone so much as looked at them wrong, they were dead. A bullet through the head from out of nowhere. I'll have to watch out for that one.

And finally, Jensen, the communications and technical expert. He was looking at Wolfe with a look of wonder upon his face. He knew the military kept his files highly encrypted, as per their arrangement, but he wasn't surprised that Jensen was able to find out a few things about him. In fact, he expected it. It would help Wolfe in the long run if the boy was in awe of him. Makes it harder for him to say no.

The team kept their eyes trained on the unwelcome newcomer. As Wolfe looked over each man one by one, they could feel themselves becoming even tenser, if that were even possible.

When he got to Jensen, and began grinning like the cat that got the cream, they all got a bad feeling in the pits of their stomachs. All but Jensen, who didn't notice the smile because he had looked at Cougar as soon as Cougar moved.

Cougar had stepped a foot closer to Jensen during the time that Wolfe was staring at Jensen for he had noticed what the others did not. While Wolfe was staring at Jensen, which was an amount of time considerably longer than the amount of time he had spent looking at the others combined, his pants had tightened a bit in the groin area.

TBC in Chapter 2.