Two great shows, had to do a crossover. I have a longer crossover as well, different plot completely but wanted to see if there was any interest in the merging of the fandoms before I edited and published it since it's long.

For those that haven't seen Strike Back - Sgt. Damien Scott was played by Sullivan Stapleton. Also watch it, best show ever. Seriously, you're missing out if you haven't witnessed its awesomeness.

"What's up fucker!"

Weller froze, eyes widening as his heart began to pound. This was all just a nightmare, there was no way this was real but based off every single person in the bullpen turning to see who had just cursed across the entire room he knew he wasn't sleeping. It had been almost two years since he had seen him, about eight before that but that voice was still the exact same. A small part of him rejoiced at this person being here, the ability to see him and physically touch him, but a huge part of him was filled with dread. This man seemed to have that effect on him.

He lurched forward when he was patted on the back, grimacing as he was pulled into a rough hug. "What are you doing here?" he asked, hoping his voice came out even, his eyes on the ground at the worn boots standing toe to toe against his dress shoes.

"I'm here to see you. Fuck me, look at you! Assistant Director of the NYO, you're hot shit buddy!"

Finally looking up he stared into the mirror that was his twin brother. They were identical, alike in every single way physically possible but that's where the similarities ended. Weller had gotten the self-control, his twin had gotten the inability to mature past twenty-one. He wanted to tell him to leave, that he wasn't wanted here but he hadn't seen him in so long and even though he drove him crazy he was still his brother.

"Oh come on Kurt, don't you scowl at me. You're worse than Michael and that's saying something."

With a sigh and a glance to the heavens he began to walk back to Patterson's lab, away from everyone else's prying eyes and curious stares. He didn't advertise the fact he had a twin brother, in fact he didn't tell anyone. It wasn't shame that kept him secret, mostly, but a necessary evil for a while because of his occupation. The heat from his sibling's skin was felt on his back, his brother walking closely and the numerous footsteps from his team made him feel like he was leading a deranged train of misfits to their deaths.

Entering the lab he finally let go of some of the tension and shook his head. "You look terrible."

The man grinned, "Yeah well Africa can be kind of a bitch when she wants to be." Glancing around he whistled low in his throat, "We need a fucking crib like this." His gaze landed back on his brother and he yanked his name tag off his pocket and stared at it, holding it up and frowning heavily. "Dude look, I'm you." A small laugh caught his attention and he turned to look at the group, a petite brunette in particular.

Weller jerked it back out of his hand and reattached it, an apology in his eyes as he looked at the people he trusted the most. "This is Patterson, Reade, Zapata, and Jane," he introduced, pointing to each person. "Guys this is my twin brother, Damien."

"Do our names fit us or what?" He held out a hand and enthusiastically shook Reade's hand before moving to the ladies, his gaze growing predatory and when it fixed itself on Jane Weller cleared his throat to pull his attention back. "You seriously just came to visit me?"

"Yeah," he smirked. "You don't believe me? I mean Sarah too of course but I already saw her and Sawyer. I told her not to tell you I was here, I wanted to see your horrified face myself."

Kurt pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'm not horrified, this was just unexpected."

"Isn't that what mom said when you came out?"

He was such an asshole, always had been and always would be. Growing up he had always been a pain in the ass, never bullying but also never letting anyone get even an ounce of peace. Military school had been a nightmare, Kurt getting blamed for ninety percent of the things Damien did. "You're just-"

Damien laughed mischievously, bumping his brother's shoulder. "I am aren't I? Just the whole package."

The team was having a hard time not staring, not that either could blame them. To find out that someone you've known for years has an exact copy had to be a little unnerving. Everything was the same, the eyes, the hair, the scruff, the build. Damien was more tan and in a little better shape, barely, but the main difference was the numerous cuts and scrapes on the new arrival's face, all in different degrees of healing. Unlike Kurt who now wore a suit everyday his twin seemed to favor jeans and t-shirts, the entire man less formal and uptight than the Assistant Director.

Though his older brother, by eighty-six seconds, was a disaster of epic proportions he was also, and he would never say this out loud, Kurt's hero. Damien traveled the world putting his life on the line to fight terrorists, had saved literally millions of lives and put his life on the line every single day. He supposed the same could be said about him but cockiness and self-praise had never been his thing, that was all his brother. Damien had been through the ringer more than once yet seemed to always pop up unexpectedly just as ornery as ever, all limbs intact. "How's Michael?"

"You can ask him yourself, he's at your place hanging with Sarah." Chuckling he held up his hands and made quotations. "We're on 'holiday'."

Zapata stepped forward, arms crossed across her chest. "Who's Michael?"

Damien's focus shifted to her, eyes flickering over her entire body in an uncomfortably slow manner. "My Brit." Tilting his head he shot her a sexy smile. "You have gorgeous eyes."

"Damien," Kurt warned, his brother not turning but flipping him off.

"Does that line actually work?" she scoffed, amusement at how different the siblings were growing.

He stuck his hands in his pockets and shrugged boyishly, leaning over a bit and steadily meeting her challenging eyes. "You tell me."

"Hey man, back off," Reade barked, stepping forward.

Damien shook his head, looking at Reade. "Boy you're a fun bunch aren't you? Is lack of humor a requirement for Kurt's team?" Moving to the next person he smiled at Patterson, not a leer but a true smile. "You are just adorable, like oh my God. You'd give puppies a run for their money." The woman at the end looked nervous, her light eyes skittering to Kurt every so often. "You look like fun."

"Stop harassing my team," Weller ordered, using his most authoritive voice. "How long are you here?"

Damien shrugged, "Long as Mikey and I want to be, we're on a road trip and I told them if they try to call us I will personally show them another place a comms can go."

"What do you do?" Patterson asked curiously, blushing when he smiled at her as if she were the sweetest thing he'd ever seen.

Something suddenly occurred to Kurt and he nervously asked, "Did you bring your gun in here?"

Damien stared at his brother flatly, holding out his arms and arching a brow. "Yeah Kurt, I snuck a weapon into the NYO because if there's one thing I love it's federal lockup. I left it- well that's not important but no I'm clean dude."

"Why would you have a gun?" Reade asked uneasily.

He looked to Patterson, ignoring him. "I'm in the military. A Sergeant."

Zapata's brows rose in respect and she smirked when he waggled his eyebrows. "Which branch?"

That was the end of the questions Kurt decided, too much information was dangerous for everyone. "Enough. Team get back to work. Damien, my office."

The new man did as told, following him inside and dropping down into a chair, tossing his feet up on the desk as his brother sat down on the opposite side.

Weller glared at those feet, the feet that for some reason felt the need to be on every single surface every single time he showed up. Damien had no manners, none, and it bothered him to no end. Speaking of, he watched him pull out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pull one out with his teeth. "You're not smoking in my office."

He let his head fall back and groaned, stuffing the pack back in his pocket and sliding the single into his shirt pocket. "Fuck me, you're such a bummer." Sobering, he frowned a little and crossed his arms. "I heard about your boss, sorry buddy. That sucks. Sarah said you liked her."

"She was a good woman," Kurt said quietly. "Are you inbetween missions?"

Damien nodded, "On a well deserved vacation. We'll go back when we're ready but don't worry we'll be out of your hair in a couple days. Just wanted to see you guys."

Kurt's heart clenched a little at his tone, the smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You can stay longer." Suddenly the desk felt too large, too impersonal and he stood and walked around it, sitting down in the other chair only a foot away from his twin. "I was hoping you'd visit at some point, I missed my brother." His brother almost looked suspicious, his eyes searching for a lie before surprise registered. Had he been that standoffish towards him that he doubted he even wanted to see him? He needed to fix this. The thing with Damien was even though he was a pain in the ass there was a very real possibility that he could die on any given day and to have him die would be earth shattering, even more if he died thinking his brother didn't like him. They were twins and twins shared a bond that only other twins could understand, he didn't want this distance to be between them anymore.

"I missed you too Kurt." It was a rare serious moment and seeing as both men were terrible with their emotions he ended it quickly. "Zapata single? She's feisty, I'm liking her. Jane too, that woman is fucking hot. I'm diggin' those tattoos."

Kurt had just as good a poker face as Damien but just like everything else it all went up in flames when Jane was involved. His brother grinned, holding up his hands and announcing he'd leave that one alone, Kurt denying there was anything there.

"I didn't picture you going for all the tattoos but I don't blame you. Kinda kinky. Plus that body and those eyes? Fuck me," he groaned. "I'd have that against the wall so fast. I bet she's a screamer. Hey you think she'd go for both of us? Weller sandwich?"

"Damien!" Kurt barked, his eyes furious before he realized what his brother was doing. He had just shown all his cards without even realizing it. "Asshole."

"Dude, she's hot. Why are you not going after her?"

The pair talked about everything the past two years had entailed; Kurt sharing that he had a year long relationship but it had ended, finding Jane in the bag, the tattoos, the cases and trauma surrounding them. Damien spoke of the missions, the setbacks, getting shot, the losses they suffered. Though both men lived different lives they knew what the other felt, could feel the pain of their sibling and it was healing to share the burden between them. Time drifted on, the hours slipping away until Damien stood and stretched, winking at Zapata through the glass and biting his lip when she blew him a kiss and flipped him off.

"She'll kick your ass."

"Just the way I like 'em." Heading for the door he turned before opening it. "I'll see you at your house, I'm cooking. Also, heads up, Sarah said we could stay there. We'll sleep on the floor."

There was no way in hell he was making his brother sleep on the floor like a dog after being over seas for so long. "I'll take Sawyer's room and he can sleep with Sarah, you two can have my bed." Offering a wicked grin he looked every bit like Damien, his light eyes filled with mischief. "I know you and Michael are fuck buddies."

"Fuck me."

"Is that what you tell him?"

Damien shook his head, "You have all these people fooled but you are such a little fucker." Swinging open the door the pair walked to the elevator, Damien stepping on and Kurt staring at his brother, both mirroring the other's stance exactly.

"Don't Ask Don't Tell. I won't judge you," he said loudly.

Damien just smirked and shook his head; jumping forward at the last second and punching his brother below the belt before the doors slid shut. "Jane! Kurt lo-"

Weller stared at the closed doors that had been timed perfectly, trying to stop coughing from the assault and dropped his head.

God he hated his brother.