Note: This story is rated T for swearing, violence and death scenarios.
Also, this OC story also combines in with H2O: Just Add Water.
This kind of intertwines with season two of H2O: Just Add Water, but with a very interesting twist.
Enjoy!
"Agent Striker, I have a new assignment for you."
The beautiful petite brunette female's chocolate brown eyes twinkled with excitement as she heard those words come from her superior. A smile spread across her fair skinned face.
"What's it about this time, General?" She asked.
General McLean, who sat opposite her at his desk, placed a file on the desk and slid it over to her. Opening it, Agent Striker saw several pictures indicating a drug operation and the people involved.
"There's a drug operation in Queensland, Australia that has gotten too noisy. The Australian government has specifically asked that you take care of it. They've heard about your work and would like you to bring it down," General McLean explained.
"That's perfect. I've been feeling a bit pasty lately. When do I leave?" She asked.
General McLean looked at his watch.
"In about two hours. Here's your plane information and the motel that you will be staying at. When you wrap up the case, you are more than welcome to stay a bit longer to have that vacation that you're long overdue for," General McLean told her.
Agent Striker cringed when she heard that word. She wasn't very fond of vacation time, as it made her anxious when she didn't have a case to work on. She was a bit of a workaholic, and there were other reasons for why she didn't like vacations. A dark look clouded her already rich colored eyes.
"General McLean, you know how I feel about vacations," She began to tell him.
"You'll be fine, Agent Striker. We can do without you for a while and besides, no one is going to die if you're not around. Now, you may want to finish writing up your report from your last case before you get packing. I'm going to need it fairly soon," General McLean ordered.
Nodding, Agent Striker picked up the file and left his office, turning right and going down the hallway a little bit before reaching her own office. On the door, it was marked as "Head Agent Elizabeth J. Striker." Walking in, she placed the file on her desk and she sat down to finish writing up her report. Once she was done, she looked at her calendar to date it.
February 15, 2008
There was a knock on her office door.
"Come in!" She bellowed.
In walked a tall handsome man with dark hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a suit with a red tie and as soon as Elizabeth saw him, a bright smile graced her face again.
"Wow, I never thought that I would ever get the chance to see you in a suit before I left. But now that I have, I think you should wear them more often," She told him, getting up from her desk to approach him.
The man gave a thoughtful look.
"Nah, grunge suits me just fine. I wish that General McLean hadn't asked for me to take his place though at the meeting. Before you leave? Do you have another assignment already?" He asked.
"Yeah, of course."
"Elizabeth, you just got back from Germany! Am I ever going to get some alone time with you?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"Joshua, you know how busy I am, especially as the Head Agent of this agency. General McLean put me in this position because as the only female in a male dominating agency, I need to get out more so that I don't get in trouble with any of the men," She explained to him.
"Yeah, I know. But I can deal with them for you. I am your boyfriend after all," Joshua reminded her.
She smiled.
"I know, and I'm glad you are. Besides, if I finish up, I can take that vacation that General McLean says is overdue. When I'm done, I'll let you know and you can fly down. Then, we can have our alone time," Elizabeth told him, a mischievous look in her eyes.
"Uh...when do you have to pack?" He asked.
"Right about now, actually."
"So...why don't I help you with packing? Maybe before you leave we can..." He whispered the rest of his suggestion in her ear and Elizabeths' heart picked up pace and her eyes widened with excitement. She looked up at him and nodded.
Leaving her office, the two went up to her apartment room and Elizabeth pulled out her suitcases and equipment. She adjusted her badge, which said IDA on it, then sheathed her gun to the inside holster of her blazer.
"Another drug operation?" Joshua asked, going through her file.
"You bet. Damn, I love taking on those ones. They really challenge my abilities," She told him, putting shorts in to her suitcase.
"Hmm, your abilities are what's needed to take them down. Without them, you would have died a long time ago," Joshua reminded.
Elizabeth cringed.
"It's nice to have nine lives. It's also nice that I don't turn in to a real cat. I'm just...different from the others here with abilities. They usually have like one or two abilities, but I've got the whole package. I've read my file countless times, and I still can't comprehend how I'm able to do all these incredible things," Elizabeth said.
Joshua came over to her and pulled her in to his arms. Kissing her forehead, he looked down at her.
"It's because you're special. You may not think that sometimes, but you are."
"I love you."
"I love you too. Are you done packing?"
She nodded and zipped up her suitcases. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him and Joshua pulled her closer to his body, returning the kiss with deep affection. They broke the kiss for a moment.
"I have thirty minutes," She told him.
"That's all we need."
As soon as she arrived in Queensland hours later, Elizabeth took a cab to her motel. She looked around as the car drove to her destination and she basked in the hot sun. It was nice to be out in the sun once again. Germany had been awfully gloomy while she was there. As she continued gazing out her window, the female agent watched as people were going about their business.
Suddenly, the car came to a screeching halt and Elizabeth quickly caught herself.
"Hey, what are you trying to do, get yourselves killed?!" The cab driver yelled out his window.
Looking to see who he was yelling at, Elizabeth saw three teenaged girls, two blondes and one brunette. The brunette girl and one blond frowned and apologized, while the other blonde with curly hair yelled back.
"What are you trying to do, get your license taken away from you?!" She yelled back.
Elizabeth snickered in amusement to herself. What a feisty personality. She watched as the three girls took off down towards the beach and the driver turned around.
"Are you alright back there?" He asked.
"I'm fine. I'm just glad that you didn't hit them," She replied.
The cab driver grumbled something unintelligible and arrived at the destination. He helped unload her suitcases and Elizabeth paid the man. He looked at the money funnily.
"Canadian money?" He asked.
"Sorry, I didn't have time to get it exchanged. But I'm sure you'll find that it's all there in its proper currency," Elizabeth explained.
He nodded and thanked her, in which she returned it. Gathering her belongings, Agent Striker made her way in to the motel and got her room. It wasn't too big, but it suited her needs just fine. Unpacking, she pulled out her devices and allowed them to charge. While she let her phone charge, she changed out of her jeans and in to a pair of shorts that reached mid-thigh. They were navy green and she changed out of her blazer and blouse and slipped on a gray crop top. Tying up her combat boots, she then attached her concealment holster to the inside band of her shorts and placed her gun there. It was perfectly hidden.
Unclipping her badge from her blazer, she slipped it in to her badge holder and pocketed it. Then, she looked over her dossier.
"The last known location of the drug operation is somewhere around the docks. I guess I'll go snoop around there and see what I can find," Elizabeth told herself.
Writing down the location, she grabbed her motel key and left. She walked for a while towards the direction of the docks and as she did, her hearing senses picked up an odd conversation.
"You know that you can't tell anyone about our secret. If you did, we would all get in trouble,"
"I'm not stupid, Cleo. I can handle myself."
What was that about? Looking in the direction that the conversation came from, Elizabeth saw the three girls from earlier with another girl who was a redhead. Secret? Trouble? It seemed extremely suspicious to hear those words come from ordinary looking teenage girls. Were they involved in something illegal? Did Agent Striker need to find out about it?
No, she didn't have time to deal with things like that. She shook her head. It was probably just petty girl drama. She rolled her eyes. She was grateful to be twenty-one, out of high school and away from girls like that. She enjoyed staying out of drama. It kept her already insane life at least somewhat normal. She walked away from the conversation and made her way down to the docks. When she arrived, fishermen were getting off of their boats.
Her senses began to rise up, but only slightly. There was someone on this deck who had a guilty conscious and she picked up on it. Looking around, she couldn't pinpoint who it was coming from.
"Can I help you?" A man asked, approaching her.
He was a bit stocky built, but had a kindly face. No warning bells came off of him.
"I hope so. I'm Agent Striker from IDA in Canada. I'm tracking down the whereabouts of a drug operation and their last known location was around here. Have you heard anything about this?" She asked.
He gave her a look of surprise and shock.
"No. Oh my god, there's been illegal activity...on my docks?" He asked.
"Your docks?" Elizabeth asked.
"I own this section of the docks and these boats. I'm Donald Sertori," He introduced himself.
They shook hands and Elizabeth went back to questions.
"Have you hired any fisherman recently?"
"Yes, just two. But they're checked out," Don responded.
"Can I have their names? I thought that I would make a thorough search just in case. I don't want to worry you or anything, but I have reason to believe that they may be working undercover here to earn money to bring back to their boss," Agent Striker explained.
"Why would they do that?" Don asked.
Agent Striker sighed.
"Most drug operations try to use real money to avoid counterfeit. If they can earn it, they bring it back in order to avoid scamming people," She replied.
He nodded in understanding and Agent Striker took out her notepad to write down the names of the new fishermen.
"There's Monty Harlow, and Jack Manning. Agent Striker, are my men and I safe? I've got a family back at home and..."
"Don't worry Mr. Sertori, there's no threat to you or your men. I will continue to make sure of that. Here's my number. Call me in case you hear of anything going on," Elizabeth offered, handing him her business card.
"I will, thank-you."
She walked away from the docks and went on to investigate the two men.