A/N: hiiiiiii. omg. i know i should NOT be starting another story when i currently have 2 going on. but revenge is wrapping up and this one isn't going to be long. i'm thinking... 5 chapters? well, i thought revenge was going to be about 15, but it turned out to be like 100K+ words. oops.

but you guys know i'm a pretty fast updater when inspiration strikes. so i hope ya'll don't mind.

still, i keep writing innocent people framed stories. sue me.

this will be AU. and action-y. and will contain language. so rated T for now, but it might go up.

this is just the intro with only derrick and cam, but massie is the lead.

let's see how i pull off a mystery/action/drama. oh man, this will be a challenge.

OKAY that's all. hope you like!

Chapter One

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PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES: ASSASSINATED

Christopher Plovert, leader of the free world for only two short years, has been killed. Shot during his speech on executive compensation at the Summit American press conference, President Plovert succumbed to his fatal injuries at 10:52 PM, Wednesday, March 6, 2018. The nation mourns this terrible tragedy and prayers go with First Lady Dylan Marvil-Plovert…

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"I don't have time for this, Cam," Derrick told him succinctly as he marched his way down the Pentagon's linoleum hallways. Cam kept up with his stride, completely undeterred.

"You'll make time for this, Derrick," Cam replied, a fierce expression on his face.

At those words, Derrick swung around and turned to face him directly. Cam could tell that he was on his last nerve and hounding him every spare minute hadn't been doing him any favors. But Cam needed him to see how serious this was. He let Derrick speak.

"As you can see, the world is in an uproar. The public is in between mourning and panic. It's undecided at this moment and tensions are running high. My office is in chaos because my department is doing the job that your department should be having the CIA doing.

"You don't need to tell me about the state of our country," Cam spat. "I know better than anyone how high tensions are. The people are screaming for a suspect."

"Then let me do my job," Derrick bit out. He didn't wait for a reply by allowing him the chance; he swung back around and continued his way into his office.

Cam stared after him, his face impassive.

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Derrick slammed the door to his office shut and released a breath. He lowered his blinds so his co-workers would know what that he was not to be disturbed.

Crossing the room in three strides, he picked up his office phone on his desk. It was the only guaranteed clear line, but what were the chances of an answer? He hesitated, but dialed anyway.

As expected there was no answer, and Derrick had two seconds now to decide whether or not to leave a voicemail.

'Fuck it,' He thought.

"Block, where the hell are you?" He hissed onto the phone. "...Have you been compromised?"

Derrick closed his eyes and released another huff of breath, running his hand through his blond hair in frustration.

"You falling off the clock right now is just amping up suspicion…"

Derrick paused, trailing off and knowing that Massie would hear his breathing and know how serious he was. Derrick cast a glance at his office door, where he knew outside, his department was in scrambling for information, for a suspect. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to think.

He shut his eyes. "It's not looking good, Block."

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CIA AGENT MASSIE BLOCK WANTED FOR QUESTIONING

The White House has issued a call for Central Intelligence Officer Massie Block to turn herself in for questioning on the assassination of President Christopher Plovert. Not much is known to the public about Agent Block, other than her involvement in the United States CIA department. President Plovert's assassination was a tragedy and the White House has been sitting on its heels, holding back any details involving the event…

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Now it was Derrick's turn to storm into Cam's office.

Derrick slapped the newspaper onto Cam's desk, the puff of air released dislodged his documents without paperweights and Cam looked up with a raised brow.

"What the fuck is this?" Derrick demanded, jabbing a finger down at the paper.

Cam pressed the button of the intercom on his desk.

"Kori, could you get my door?"

Kori responded with an affirmative and appeared instantly to shut Cam's office door, providing them with privacy. Derrick crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him.

"I didn't give you clearance to release this," Derrick snapped. "I never gave you a name."

"Did you read this drivel? The public needs to see us in command, in charge, doing something. Not just sitting on our asses. I told you to get on it and I haven't seen you providing me a list of viable suspects."

"You're painting her to the public as a villain without proof!" Derrick spat. "Just because some reporters are on your case doesn't mean you—"

"I'm Chief of Staff," Cam cut across him. He stood up too so that he was level with Derrick. "The public looks to me for answers and they want answers. And what do you know? The D/CIA got the jump on you. They gave me her name."

Derrick pressed his lips into a harsh line.

Cam watched him closely. "Unless you're here for another reason…"

Derrick didn't say anything. His face gave nothing away, but Cam already knew.

"This wouldn't have anything to do with BPS-6, would it?"

Derrick's face didn't even twitch, though Cam just knew he was wondering how he had access to that type of information. And knowing Derrick, Cam knew he wouldn't ask either. He threw him a bone, "I'm Chief of Staff. I already had clearance to the knowledge of that branch the moment Chris stepped into office."

"Then you don't fully comprehend what you're doing," Derrick told him levelly. "You're going to bring it all crashing down."

Cam stared at him gravely. "You're going to need to be making a decision soon."

"If you know about BPS-6, you'd know full well that I don't take orders from you," Derrick spat out. He spun on his heel and made his way out.

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CIA AGENT MASSIE BLOCK WANTED FOR THE ASSASSINATION OF PRESIDENT PLOVERT

The White House released a public warrant for the arrest of CIA Agent Massie Block for the brutal murder of President Plovert. Sources close to the White House say that Agent Block was a part of the CIA's Black Ops division with experience in field work in covert operations, but has gone apparently gone rogue with the murder of the Leader of the Free World...

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"Fuck!" Derrick cursed, crushing the paper in his hands into a ball. He tossed it across his office in a fury.

This was a nightmare. The public was going crazy and they were eating it up. The story of an agent gone rogue was money-making. It was a scandal. The other countries were laughing behind closed doors, Derrick knew.

There was no way they were going to be able to contain it now. Now that a suspect had been officially named, there was no going back. Even if Massie had been innocent… She was compromised.

She would be publicly demolished.

Derrick didn't know what to believe. Had Massie gone rogue?

If she had… all of BPS-6 was compromised.

BPS-6, a secret branch of the CIA Black Ops division, designed to carry out clandestine intelligence collection and covert action. At least, that was the job description given to those without clearance. No, BPS-6 was really a secret division with a secret office and a secret select team of trained assassins. A hit team created during the turmoil of the recent wars.

Working in secret, traveling the country and the world, taking out various politicians and other spies and rouge agents that even the CIA couldn't get their hands on, BPS-6 was a six person team, sometimes working together, sometimes in pairs, sometimes alone.

Derrick knew how it all operated because he was one of them.

And Massie Block had been in the thick of it all too, as Operations Director.

Until the President had been murdered and Agent Block had vanished without a trace.

"Fuck," Derrick cursed again, dropping his head into his hands. He scrubbed his face roughly in frustration. Exhaustion hitting him like a freight train.

Agent Josh Hotz was acting Operations Director now that Massie had disappeared.

Agent Massie Block was Wanted. They were going to put a hit on her.

Derrick just knew it.

There was nothing he could do.

And that was exactly the question…

Could Derrick do it? Could he take his ex out?

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A/N: like i said, won't be a long story and updates will be inter-spaced with revenge. i'll alternate. possibly. depending on which is begging to be written first.

anywayssssss, thanks for reading!

see you soon!