A/N: So due my struggle with the my other original story I decided to do a fiction that would be easy to write considering I am completely basing it off of a TV Show. I am hoping that this fiction will help me work on my writing as well as help me get over my writers block that seems to constantly happen. If anyone is confused, or sees points that I can work on I am open to criticism. Thanks for reading.

Happy Writing,

RM

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Covert Affairs or Glee. If I did Covert Affairs would be a year round show, not just a summer hit and I would be starring on Glee because I would want to be Heather Morris and Naya Rivera's best friend.

Covert Affairs

Chapter 1

Santana Lopez found herself looking around the plain white walled room as she felt the polygraph attendant attach all the random wires and sensors to her body. She was sitting at a cold metal table. She noticed there was a camera trained on her to record her movements and facial expressions while she answered the questions. There was a web cam set up just to record her eye movements, as well as heart and pulse monitors to read how her body would respond. All of these devices were hooked up to a few different monitors that were ready to record and analyze all of her answers. Santana was nervous about the questions she would receive but was excited about the prospect of what would happen to her if this test deemed her worthy.

But, despite the fact that she was at that very moment being wired for a polygraph, Santana found herself observing the test giver sitting across from her at the table. This woman was looking through all her notes and was observing the monitors to see when everything would be ready for her test. This woman was of African American decent with dark, jet black hair and round eyes. She was definitely bigger set but her curves gave this woman and sense of attitude, power, and beauty that intimidated and awed those who came into contact with her. Finally when everything was set up and ready, the woman began to talk to Santana.

"Hold still please. We are about to begin." The woman seemed to be very bored at the moment, and although Santana assumed this was a daily occurrence for her she was still put off by the nonchalance this woman was giving to the process. As the attendant finished hooking everything up and checked to make sure every sensor was secure the test giver gave the monitors a chance to adjust and take basic readings before she opened her mouth again.

"Polygraph for C.I.A. admission." Santana was looking once again around the room waiting for this woman to get to her actual questions. "A few questions for control. Your name is Santana Lopez?"

Santana rolled her eyes a bit but calmly responded, "Yes."

"You are 28 years old?"

The woman asked the questions in a monotone and despite being annoyed about the age question Santana once again answered calmly, "Yes."

The tester quickly looked over her notes again and asked, "You live in Washington D.C.?"

By this time Santana was getting annoyed by the dumb questions and even though she knew they were necessary she curtly replied, "Georgetown, Yes."

"You speak six languages?"

Oh my God they know this already, Santana thought. "I travel a lot. Languages come naturally to me," Santana snapped back. That and I've been bilingual at least since before I was born.

The test taker just rolled her eyes at Santana's answer, looked up from her monitors and said, "Yes or no will be fine."

Santana was slightly taken aback by this and as she relaxed her body and settled back into her chair a bit she replied, "Yes."

The text taker seemed pleased by this answer and soon began the actual test. "Ok Santana, I am going to ask you some personal questions. Now you told us in your vetting interview that your last serious relationship ended two years ago?"

Santana found herself drifting back to paradise. She remembered beautiful yellow sand beaches with clear blue water crashing onto the sand, and palm trees all around. She remembered running along the beach, feeling the sand between her toes, the sea breeze in her hair. But she mostly remembered the woman running right behind her. Every time she remembered this place she could see her.

"Yes," Santana quietly responded.

"You meet abroad?" The woman asked her.

Despite this being a painful route of inquiry Santana couldn't help but smile as she remembered the circumstances of the meeting. "Yes, Sri Lanka. I was backpacking. She was a dance teacher for a local school." Santana began to remember feeling the sand on her back as she lay on the beach with this beautiful woman hovered above her. Santana could still feel the silk of her hair as it surrounded her face, she smelled the fresh vanilla scent that her lover constantly had about her. And then she remembered the blonde's lips and how every time they kissed, her whole body would tingle in response. It was a feeling Santana had yet to recapture again and one that her mind would never allow her to forget.

The tester seemed taken aback but how unashamed Santana seemed to be as she reveled in her memories. In a judgmental manner she looked at Santana with an eyebrow raised. "That's impulsive."

This statement lead to even more memories as Santana remembered how her blonde lover would eye her seductively. She recalled sunbathing and skinny dipping as she and the blonde beauty she had found would just enjoy and appreciate each others beauty and body. She eyed the black woman across from her with a mischievous grin and then responded in pure Santana style, "Is that a question?"

The tester looked at Santana, took in her challenge and then asked her next question. "Did you love one another?"

Santana felt like a tiny knife had been stabbed into her gut as she once again was forced to reminisce on one of the most painful memories of her life. She remembered how the blonde had made her feel. She felt so open to her, so exposed, so loved. Santana had never felt so vulnerable around anyone before, and the feelings that the blonde brought out in her had convinced her that she was in love. But there was one memory that always came up in particular whenever this question was asked of her.

Santana leaned against Brittany as they sat, hands intertwined, on the beach. They were just enjoying the comfort of feeling each others bodies against each other and the warmth of the sun on their skin when a local merchant boy came onto the beach trying to sell jewelry from the area. As he showed Santana and Brittany his jewelry there was a bracelet in particular that caught Santana's eyes. To the non-experienced eye they looked like pooka shells tied together with a strap of brown leather. But when Santana looked more closely she realized that these shells were more of a pearl color then the bright white she expected with pooka's.

As she held two bracelet in her hand, she looked at the boy and asked him in his local tongue, "What kind of shells are these?"

"They are special shells," the boy quickly replied. "Your lives will be forever intertwined."

Santana looked mischievously back at Brittany and smiled, "But we have only known each other for three weeks."

Brittany tickled Santana in return and quickly grabbed the money out of her purse to purchase the bracelets from the boy. As the boy left Brittany and Santana then slowly put the bracelets on each other and continued holding each other, basking in the comfort and silence.

Santana looked at Mercedes Jones, her tester, and without a hint of doubt finally responded to her question. "Yes we were in love."

"The sex was good?" Santana was surprised that Mercedes would be willing to go down this road of questions but never one to back down from a challenge she looked Mercedes right in the eye and continued with her answers.

Santana remembered feeling the blonde's perfect breasts in her hands, erect nipples between her teeth and fingers. She remembers the feeling of Brittany's abs against her hands and body, remembered the blonde's walls tightening around her fingers, the sounds of her labored breathing in her ear as she kissed the blonde's neck. She remembered the blonde's taste, the feeling of fingers interlocking in passion, and the sweet fiery kisses. She remembered the feeling of euphoria in her own body as her orgasms ripped through her and she felt her fingernails dug into the blonde's back. She remembered the magic of her fingers and tongue. Santana looked right back at Mercedes and with a quirk of her eyebrow and a dead serious expression she responded. "It rocked."

Mercedes faltered for just a second and Santana smirked as she felt like she had just won a small victory. But then Mercedes decided to plunge the knife in a bit deeper. "But it uh… it ended badly." With that one statement Santana found herself reliving the most painful memory of her life.

Santana awoke to the sound of the waves and wind. She could tell by the heat that it wasn't yet the afternoon, and she smiled as she realized that Brittany must have let her sleep in. She heard the gulls on the beach as she sighed and she remembered the amazing night that they had enjoyed once again.

Santana turned around, hoping to find the blonde still in bed with her or else swimming out on the beach when she saw the piece of paper left on the pillow next to her. The note was simple but as Santana picked up the smudged, damp sheet she felt her heart and soul absolutely break.

The truth is complicated.

Forgive me.

As Santana held back the one tear that tried to break free, she stared Mercedes right in the eye as she refused to let this woman best her. "Yes it ended badly."

"Did that bother you?"

Santana remembered how heart broken she was. She remembered staring at the piece of paper and crying for hours alone on the beach without the love of her life. She had decided that day that she was never going to let another person see her that vulnerable again. And that decision included not letting Mercedes Jones best her. "After a three week whirlwind romance, my supposed dream girl left me in the middle of the night with a cryptic note and a fifty dollar bar tab. Wouldn't that bother you?"

Mercedes seemed to process the cold answer that Santana had just given her and finally stated, "We are looking for a Yes or a No."

Completely at the end of her rope Santana just shot back, "Could you repeat the question?"

"The question is this," Mercedes summarized. "If you join the C.I.A. will you be able to separate you work from your personal life?"

Without an ounce of hesitation Santana looked at Mercedes and confidently replied "Yes, absolutely."

Mercedes Jones looked down at the application in front of her and after a moment of though quickly marked: passed.