A/N: So I got this idea from talking to a friend and it grew legs in my brain. This is a committed Wolfsha fic, so if that's not your thing, I recommend you check out the many awesome stories of other pairings on FF. For those sticking around- ENJOY!

Chapter One

Sasha sat at the bar, nursing her third glass of wine. She flipped over her phone and saw the time and tried to not cry. She was not a crier, but apparently two and half glasses of Sauvignon Blanc, less than three hours of sleep, long hours of travel and very little food left her feeling weepy and pathetic. That and the fact that Tom was over two hours late for the dinner. Their first date in over decade, Valentine's day.

She was dressed in a dark green v-neck sleeveless body con dress. She'd spent hours on make up. Her hair was hidden under a wig as she hadn't wanted to shock Tom with her current locks and jet lag hag look she was sporting under all her war paint and hair products. She wore painful stilettos that made her legs sexy as hell. She had felt pretty damn impressed with herself and her effort. She had felt sexy when she left her hotel and when she set herself up at the bar. Men noticed her, even women and she felt good. But it hadn't lasted as right now, she felt like an over-primped moron as Tom wasn't here.

His last text had said he was in a meeting and running ten minutes late. Then his assistant called to say he'd be an hour late and to order entrees without him. She however decided to wait for him, she had already texted him three times but no response. She knew he wasn't dead as someone would've texted or called her. She had checked the news on her phone and nothing big was happening. Yet he still wasn't here.

She couldn't help but wonder when was the appropriate time for her to give up and walk out. She looked around the restaurant envying the other women and men who's partners actually showed up.

"Is this seat taken?" A familiar voice asked, she turned on the bar stool to see Wolf standing by the empty stool to her left. He looked effortlessly handsome in a well tailored navy suit with matching tie and a pale blue dress shirt with tan wingtip shoes. She hadn't seen in him two months, their work taking them to opposite parts of the world. He still had the trimmed beard but his hair was longer and in serious need of a cut.

"No," She replied. "It's all yours." she added, Wolf smiled with his usual charm as he sat down and ordered a beer.

"Waiting on the Captain?" Wolf asked, he took off his jacket and loosened his tie and top button relaxing even though the restaurant had a dress code.

"I think I've been stood up by the Captain." Sasha said, she felt like such a fool for thinking she could make her life mesh with Tom's. He spent half his time locked in a room discussing Military manoeuvres while she spent hers overseas implementing a few of those manoeuvres. She wondered if he purposefully made up missions to send her away so that they never got a chance to see if whatever was between them was worth exploring.

"Well, if it helps. Azima told me we were two people standing on opposite sides of the same river. She took the flowers and chocolates, but left me the dinner reservation." Wolf said with a sardonic smile.

"I'm sorry." Sasha said, as she wasn't sure who had it worse. Her or Wolf, but then she remembered she was sitting in a sexy dress, a wig and painful shoes pretending to be some version of her old self.

"Me too, but Alisha is a lucky woman. The chocolates weren't cheap." Wolf said in a low tone. Sasha couldn't help but smile and chuckle. Even though it was terrible to do so given that Wolf's heart had been broken.

"God, you're a good sport. I'd be spitting mad in your shoes." Sasha told him, she was impressed as he genuinely looked sad but was looking for the positive side of it all.

"I think you're entitled to be more angry than me." he said as he looked her over with an appreciation. "If I were the Captain, I would never stand you up." Wolf told her.

"Smooth." Sasha drawled mockingly as she took a sip of her wine. Wolf thanked the bartender as a beer was placed in front of him.

"Hey, just saying. You're looking good Cooper." Wolf said unapologetic and sincere. She didn't know why but she appreciated that at least someone took notice of her effort and mentioned it even if it wasn't her intended target.

"Thank you." Sasha said, her phone buzzed. She turned it over, and saw Tom's name. A smile played across her lips as maybe her night would be salvaged. She excused herself from Wolf's company to take the call.

"Hey, where are you?" Sasha asked him.

"I just got home. I wanted to see how dinner was." Tom told her, she could hear him opening the fridge in the background.

"I thought you were coming." Sasha said, her stomach bottoming out as she already knew the answer to that.

"My assistant called you to tell you I couldn't make it but to enjoy the restaurant. I was stuck in briefings all night and my phone was locked up." Tom said, she could hear the frown in his voice but yet no disappointment. Maybe she was imaging his lack care thanks to her being three glasses of wine deep into her mortification and anger with him and at herself.

"I pushed the reservation back as your assistant said you'd be an hour late." She said correcting his assumption and trying not to shout at him as she didn't want to be the crazy lady who ruined a whole restaurant's romantic evening.

"I'm so sorry, he must have gotten his wires crossed." Tom said with a yawn.

"Well, just come out and meet me. You can make it up to me by having a nightcap." She said with a flirty tone, hoping he might be convinced. That maybe if he said 'yes' then it was a sign he was still interested. That she hadn't wasted a lot of time, money and her vanity.

"I wish but I gotta be back in the office at 5am and it'd take me too long to get to you." he said, Sasha nodded as she not surprised but deeply disappointed. It wasn't that it was Valentine's. It was that he was putting in very little effort while she was bending over backwards to make it work.

"There something going on that I should know?" She asked, hoping he had a good excuse like a national emergency. That maybe something was brewing that he had to attend to. She could forgive him for abandoning her for that, even if it was his kids. But for him to not bother at all; it stung.

"No, I'm sorry. It's just work, nothing to worry about but I'm really exhausted. Raincheck?" he asked with another loud yawn.

"Sure, talk soon." Sasha said, Tom said goodnight. "Bye." she replied softly as Tom had hung up before he heard her. She hung up the phone, trying not the cry. She moved back to bar trying to find her footing. Wolf looked at her with empathy.

"Not coming?" he asked as he watched her down what remained in her glass.

"I feel like an idiot. A drunk idiot." She said as she placed the empty glass on the table. She only felt marginally better as the alcohol relaxed her twisted up nerves and soothed some of her pain. She signalled for a top up. The bartender obliged looking at her with pity as he knew she was stood up long before she was willing to admit it to herself.

"What? why?" Wolf asked her in disbelief.

"It took Tom and I, four months to just agree on a time and place. I flew 24 hours straight to be here. I spent hours getting ready, I did my make up, false lashes, I'm hairless in all the right places. I put on this stupid itchy wig and dress and for what?" She asked him in annoyance, tears burned her eyes as alcohol loosened her strong emotional control. "Nothing," she took a sip of her wine. "I don't know why I bother at all." she said darkly.

"That's a wig?" Wolf asked her, she gave a shaky laugh as she was glad out of everything she said. He'd picked up on her hair.

"I had a job, I dyed my hair for it and I wasn't about to brave a dye job in a C130 bathroom. I didn't want to freak Tom out." Sasha said, she felt like a moron as she figured she could surprise Tom later in her room as she had wanted him to spot her right away. She wanted to be seen as the woman he presumably cared for, not her cover. But it had been for nothing.

"Can I see it?" Wolf asked her.

"What?" Sasha asked.

"Your hair. Real hair." he said gesturing to her hair with interest.

"What? just take off my wig." Sasha said incredulously.

"Yeah, right here. Whip it off." Wolf encouraged her.

"No." Sasha said as he made it sound scandalous like she should hand him her knickers.

"Please." Wolf begged.

"Ok, but don't laugh." Sasha told him, only agreeing because it was easier to just take off the wig than listen to him become obsessed over it. She pulled off the wig and placed it on the bar, followed it with the skull cap she used to flatten her hair. Once it was off, she used her hands to shake out her hair. It felt amazing, she did a quick look in the mirror that was the bar wall. It didn't look too bad even though it was more ugly hangover bed hair than sexy curls.

"That's- damn, you look good as a redhead." Wolf said in awe.

"Thanks." Sasha said with a chuckle, her hair was cut to her collar bone with layers and dyed a natural reddish brown colour. The colour suited her, "That feels so much better." she said in relief as her scalp stopped itching for the first tiem since she put the damn thing on, she frowned as Wolf picked up the skull cap and wig. "What are you doing?" she asked him, he pulled on the cap haphazardly and then the wig went on next.

"Just trying out a new look." he said as he looked in the same mirror wall as she had and smoothed out the wig.

"You're embarrassing." Sasha said with a laugh

"You weren't mistaken for that lesbian woman half an hour ago. That's embarrassing." Wolf told her, Sasha looked around the room and landed on a couple in the corner where a very butch woman sat in nearly identical suit to Wolf's and with his shaggy cut. She couldn't help but drunk giggle. "This is fun. Wow, I look good. I should really grow my hair out." Wolf remarked as he arranged the long brunette locks to where he wanted them.

"All you need is lipstick and a dress." Sasha quipped drily as Wolf was having way too much fun in the long hair wig.

"No, I'm going for brunette Fabio vibe. I think these curls are too much but I'll make it work." he remarked thoughtfully, "Hey, I got a reservation for about now and was going to eat alone like a real sad sack. Do you want to join me?" he asked her.

"I don't know." Sasha said frowning.

"Come on, it's dinner between two friends. I sober you up a bit, you get me a little drunk. We have a few laughs and salvage this shitty night." Wolf cajoled her.

"Ok," Sasha said caving as it sounded better than going back to her hotel room and being a pathetic puddle on her bed waiting for Tom to call. Wolf smiled at winning her over to his plan.

"Good, I'm keeping the wig on for the entire meal." he told her, Sasha snorted a laugh, his face lit up as he had an idea. He picked his beer off the bar, "We should go clubbing in a gay bar, and see who pulls the most partners. I'm seeing a lot of shocked lesbians in my future with my new look." he added as he pretended to push the hair out of his eyes like any woman would, Sasha laughed and shook head at him.

An couple hours later and copious amounts of alcohol in one swanky bar of people from every walk of life later,

"Emotional and Romantic Quagmire. Oh my god, yes, that is so right." Sasha slurred as she smacked her forehead wondering how Wolf had so much wisdom about her life than she did. "I don't know what we're doing. We're not dating ad we barely talk. But my work isn't conducive for that." she told him with a frown as she had a million reasons why it was her fault while Wolf was telling her it was half her and Tom's fault. She liked his version better.

"Sounds like you're putting in all the effort to me. You flew a really long way to be stood up." Wolf reminded her.

"It's easy getting on a plane." Sasha said dismissively making a face but she was enjoying the fact she had Wolf in her corner.

"You look amazing." he told her.

"I do." Sasha agreed.

"You're rocking the red hair and he decided an early night was better. If I were you, I'd should ditch his ass for good. Seriously 16 months and no contact? fine, you got issues and I guess I could let it go but to set you up like that with the whole 'Fresh start' but no follow through. What a disrespectful wanker." Wolf said he and Sasha were scanning the bar for potential suitors. Their game of who could catch the most attention was incredibly vain and enjoyable, "I mean that respectfully as I can as he's a great leader. Pretty good guy but clearly a shithead partner," He made a face as he was clearly repeating the same thoughts. But she liked hearing him call Tom an ass as it made her feel better. "Hey, 6 o'clock." Wolf told her eagerly as he went back to their game.

"She's not looking at me." Sasha said with a pout as the people in her six o'clock group were definitely loved up as they only had eyes for those in their clique. She turned on the stool she was perched on enjoying the retro hipster vibe of the bar and Wolf's company.

"Your other 6'o'clock." Wolf corrected.

"Your six o'clock?" She asked, her head spinning just a little from looking around the room and the booze. It felt good to get loose and not worry about her cover, her life. She could just be herself, she just wished she could be herself without the shoes on as she was pretty sure her pinkie toes would die and fall off from the hours of constriction.

"Yeah." Wolf said, Sasha turned and saw a cute lesbian in her twenties in a peter pan collar dress and cute glasses. She smiled in their direction.

"Oh, she's cute but too preppy for me." Sasha said, she smiled back and pointed at herself. The girl shook her head and smiled, her eyes clearly going for Wolf. He was definitely catnip to the women in his wig. "Oh, she's into you." she said to Wolf.

"She's also into va-shiner. We have that in common." Wolf told her in a low voice. Sasha snorted a laugh at Wolf's crude humour.

"You have a vagina?" She asked being purposefully obtuse as she turned back to face him.

"No, I have penis. I love him, we have a great relationship." Wolf assured her.

"I bet you do." Sasha said with a drunk giggle. He smiled and then his expression grew weirdly content like he was looking at something beautiful.

"You're really breathtaking." he told her sincerely. She was the something beautiful. Her heart sang at the compliment as Wolf was such a good guy and friend that she believed him. She knew it wasn't a line but she couldn't help but tease him.

"You say that cause I'm the only heterosexual woman in this room." Sasha told him in a low voice.

"I thought you were Bi or Pansexual." He told her.

"Really?" She asked surprised but kind of happy by the assessment as it made her sound sexually daring and more in tune with herself than she had felt of late.

"Yeah, you and Jesse seemed to have a thing in Honk Kong." Wolf told her.

"We were just friends." Sasha said, smiling at Wolf disappointment then keen interest.

"Have you ever- you know experienced being with a woman?" Wolf asked, Sasha smiled salaciously as she was deeply amused by him and his dirty mind.

"If you're asking so you can offer an experience, let me tell you that a wig does not make you lady." Sasha said as she playfully tugged on a long tendril hair from the wig. Though she couldn't help the errant throught that raced through her mind about what it would be like to be with Wolf. He wasn't like most men. He was straightforward, and honest to a point. He seemed to take everything in his stride. She envied him for it.

"But I have one of your eyelashes." Wolf said as he lifted up his finger and there perched on the tip was one of her false lashes.

"Oh, shit." Sasha said as she touched her eyes and found it was her left eye's false lashes.

"Make a wish." he said, Sasha blew the lashes off his finger. A crazy idea forming in her mind, maybe it was being drunk and surrounded by people completely driven in finding partners and looking for one night stands. But she suddenly saw an opportunity before her. "What did you wish for?" he asked her.

"This." Before she could change her mind, she stood up from her stood and took his face in her hands and kissed him. It was a bold move, which Wolf replied with a low sound he slanted his mouth over hers.

Sexual need slammed into her. It hit her like a blast wave, so strong it made her shudder. His taste. God, she didn't think a man could taste so good as Wolf did. She crowded in closer with an inarticulate sound and plastered her body against his muscular frame, desperate for more. Wolf groaned low in his throat and slid one of his hands into her hair, his tongue eagerly exploring her mouth while his other arm wrapped around her back holding her tight against him.

He was all hard, taut muscle, his body all but vibrating with unrelieved tension. Sasha surrendered to the lust driving her and kissed him harder, demanding everything he had to give. It was going from zero to ninety in the space of a heartbeat. She was melting, liquid heat pooling low in her belly and between her thighs. The steely length of his erection pressed against her lower abdomen.

He ripped his mouth away from her and looked at her with a look hot enough to melt metal. She licked her lips, stared at him. He breathed roughly as she, trying to catch his breath while they both took stock of what happened. She could tell and feel he wanted her, every bit as badly as she did him.

"Probably a bad idea." he told her, she didn't care if it was as it just felt too amazing and addictive to give up.

"Wolf. I have to leave in-" She lifted his wrist that had a watch and counted the hours until her flight out of San Diego, "12 hours." she moved in close and kissed the side of his neck, "Take me back to my hotel and make me feel good for a few hours." She whispered into his ear before she gentle but down on his lobe. Wolf quietly cursed as he gently pulled her back and looked at her face; searching for something.

"What about Chandler?" Wolf asked, she gave a sigh as hearing Tom's name was such a buzz kill.

"He doesn't want me. If he did, he'd be here but he's not." Sasha told him, her hands resting on his thick muscular chest. She knew Wolf wanted her, she knew it wasn't like he was searching for a relationship. He just appreciated a beautiful woman. She liked being that beautiful woman just for one night, with the hot kiss they just shared. She knew it would be worthwhile even for just one night. "In fact, he stood me up knowing this is the only time in the next three months we'd be able to see one another. I'm not looking for ring, I just want to get laid." she told him, she liked how Wolf's expression lit up at her invitation.

"You're definitely sure, cause I'm a very weak resolve when it comes to sex and beautiful women." he told her, she smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I'm sure. Now let's get out of here." She told him.