"We're not gonna get anywhere past those cameras."

Loren crouched alongside the wall, behind Casey, directly underneath the first camera in its only blind spot. There was another further along the corridor that was pointing away from them, but they wouldn't be out of its range for long once they started moving. Loren looked up at the camera above them. Several wires threaded from the back of it and into the wall.

"Maybe I can disable them," she suggested.

Casey, of course, was sceptical. "Without Bartowski on the job, I don't think we should be attempting any technical work."

"The cameras should all be connected on the same route. If I pull the right wire, then maybe it'll take them all out."

"How will you know you've pulled the right wire?"

"By pulling them all?"

"Sure. That sounds safe."

"It's called winging it. It's not like it's a bomb."

"No, but you might still raise an alarm or electrocute yourself."

"Do you have a better idea?" Loren said impatiently. When Casey just grunted in reply, she continued, "Didn't think so. Now give me a boost, big guy."

Though he didn't particularly like being told what to do, especially by the fiery Latina who just seemed to love pushing his buttons on a daily basis, it was true that he didn't have any other ideas, so he did as she said and cupped his hands together for Loren to plant one heeled boot in and hoisted her up into the air. Loren braced her other foot against Casey's shoulder, using her hands to steady herself against the wall, delighting in the fact that he was forced to awkwardly look away as she presented him with a good view up her dress. It was never as fun to wear pants on a mission. He was probably just grateful she wasn't going commando.

Pushing her annoying tendencies aside, she turned her attention to the matter at hand. Her technical capabilities were limited and she really didn't know which wire to pull, so she did as she promised by grabbing a handful and giving them a quick, firm jerk. As she felt them pop out of their sockets, her eye line was suddenly blurred by a flurry of sparks and then there was a bang. Pain shot through her and she felt herself fall backwards. Credit to Casey, he was quick to adjust his stance and caught her, practically bridal style, before she hit the floor.

"Nice catch," she winced, as he helped set her on her feet. Her vinyl boots must have acted as a ground to prevent him from meeting the same effects. She'd made to pat him on the arm, but thought better of it. Her palms were smarting like hell. She flexed her fingers and was relieved to see they were all still in working order, then that was when the lights went out.

"Great. Good job, McQueen," Casey commented dryly. "Now they'll definitely know something's up. Is that what you call a success?"

"What I call this is cover," Loren insisted, giving him a tentative shove. "Now move!"

"Ow!" Casey protested, more from annoyance than pain, as the touch sent a small jolt of electricity to his arm.

It was so unexpected that Loren actually apologised - something she didn't do very often. "Sorry. It was the static."

"Let's just get moving," Casey growled.

Taking advantage of the darkness to cover their movements, they moved silently down the black corridor. Loren allowed Casey to go first; one hand pressed to the wall and the other with his gun raised. He always felt better with a gun to hold. Loren trailed her own hand against the wall behind and kept the other clutching the back of his shirt. It wouldn't do to lose each other in the dark.

There were suddenly sounds of movement up ahead, followed by voices. If the lights came back on now, they'd be sitting ducks. Casey cursed under his breath, then whispered, "Hold on," to Loren.

He started moving faster, but surprisingly silent, running his free hand along the wall until he reached the first door handle he could find. He tugged it open and shoved Loren ungainly through first, before following her inside and shutting the door behind them. They were safe, for now, but they could do with an alternate way out. From the press of walls and shelves around them, it was easy to tell they didn't have much room. And they certainly didn't need any light to know how closely they were squashed together in the tiny space. That kind of thing entertained Loren, but she knew it made Casey uncomfortable, which of course made it all the more entertaining for her. It was a fun cycle.

Fortunately, Loren was one of the few agents who carried her cell phone on missions, as well as the standard communicators most agents used. Sometimes they just had their own uses. Like now. She ran a hand down her body, towards her boot where she kept it stashed, running dangerously close against the front of Casey's pant leg. Before he could ask what she was doing, the brush of skin on material caused another small surge of electricity.

He convulsed instinctively. "Ouch!"

"Oops. Electric shock again." Loren slid her hand into her boot and clasped her phone. "Got it!" She pulled it out and switched on the light, enlightening Casey to her plan as it filled the room with a blue glow, revealing it to be a tiny storage closet. She aimed the beam upwards first. Bingo. "Air vent. I give you our way out," she said proudly. "Ready to try this again?"

"Not much room to bend or brace," Casey observed. They'd struggle to use the same lifting method as before.

Loren was unconcerned. Being so practiced at yoga, she was incredibly flexible. "Help me up onto your shoulders. I can work from there."

Casey gave another grunt to show he wasn't happy, but obliged. As she put her hands on his shoulders, he wrapped a large arm around her slimly tapered waist and lifted her up easily so that they were at eye level. The fact that he'd done this one-handed made it easier for her. With more room for manoeuvrability, she braced back against his arm, forcing him to move his grip lower so that he was almost supporting her ass. She then used a hand to aid herself in bringing one leg up the length of Casey's body to hook over his shoulder. Most people wouldn't have been able to bend that way with so little room, but again, she'd had practice.

Casey jerked again and she shot a questioning look into his eyes, made bluer from the glow of her phone, which was now sitting in the cleavage of her dress. Hands free and all. "What?"

He was quick to avert his gaze. "Electric shock," he grunted.

Loren frowned. That was strange. She hadn't felt anything that time. But as she repeated the same move with her other leg and pulled herself up so that she was effectively straddling Casey's face, she realised that maybe it was a different kind of shock.