A/N: this is a spy fanfic. There is minimum slash, but it is mostly Mercedes romance. Can you guess with who?

Rory Flannegan glared as he watched his arch rival, Lauren zizes walk by. She stopped, gave him a little smirk and kept on walking. 'God I hate her!' He thought. Just then, he saw his new recruit Artie Abrams wheel in. dude was a paraplegic, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that if you put a computer in front of the kid, he was like lightning. The guy was only 21 and had already whizzed through eight years' worth of college. Rory stood up out of respect. The guy may have been young, but everyone wanted him to work for them and out of 476 job offers, he chose this one.

"Hello agent Abrams. I am Rory Flannegan, head of division X. welcome to division X," the pair shook hands, and Rory led Artie to the lounge room. He saw 5 other agents sitting at a round table.

"Abrams this is agent Anderson who specializes in medicine, psychology, zoology…basically he's a professional nerd," he said, introducing Blaine.

"This is agent cohen-chang, ex-member of the bomb squad," he said introducing Tina.

"This is agent Motta, specializing in criminal motives, weapons and tactics," he said, introducing Sugar.

"And this is agent Evans, ex- member of CSI and black belt in judo," he said, introducing Sam.

"And this is agent jones, expert in, well, everything!" he said introducing Mercedes.

"Guys this is agent Abrams expert in all things electronic," he said introducing Artie to his new team. "If you have any questions, these are your guys. I must run, I have some business to take care of."

Artie didn't know where to start. This was his first job. He hadn't even worked at the freakin dairy queen.

"s-so…how many divisions are there?" he asked.

"Only two. Us and division Y. divisions A-W were killed in a bombing 3 years ago. Division Z never existed." Replied Anderson.

Abrams noticed that Anderson was the only one who looked nerdy besides himself. Well I've found my new best friend, Thought Artie. Everyone else was in a black t shirt, black yoga pants or skinny jeans, and black combat boots.

"Eugh and we don't associate with those filthy slobs from division Y." said Motta.

"Filthy slobs?" asked Abrams.

"We say that because they do a sloppy job. They do things loud and bloody like savages. Their victims go through a lot of pain. They were even so careless once that they left evidence to our existence! They almost blew our cover!" said cohen-chang, flailing her arms about.

"CC's right. That last explosion took a lot of cleaning up and media coverage. Like, three days' worth when it usually only takes us an hour or so," said Evans.

"Is that the only reason you don't like them?"

"No." said jones. "Both of our teams were assigned to the same mission…"

FLASHBACK

Jones sat in the plushy bank chair. She was wearing normal civilian clothing. She looked around and saw all of the other agents in perfect position. Anderson, cohen-chang, Evans, Chang, Corazon and Berry were all there. The others were at various posts outside.

Hummel was on a bench pretending to read a newspaper. Motta had a stroller with a fake baby in it. She was standing next to a bookstore. Puckerman, Hudson and Smythe were construction workers. Flannegan and Zizes were at headquarters watching the surveillance cameras.

They were there because they heard there was going to be a stick up. Not just any old stick up, 2 of Dustin Goolsby's minions were going to take every penny, and the Goolsby's meant business.

Motta spotted the pair heading for the life trust bank.

"I have visual," she said, speaking into the baby's head.

"What? I have no visual! You, Hudson?" Hummel said, speaking into his coffee cup.

"No, no visual here," Hudson whispered into the jack hammer (they must've looked strange talking to baby heads, jack hammers, and coffee cups).

The blonde and the brunette turned around. They weren't Santana and Brittany! They were decoys! Santana and Brittany busted through the back doors of Life Trust bank.

"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" shouted Flannegan.

Every agent took out their guns and ran into the bank. Berry was the closest to the pair.

"Berry! Shoot! Use your ghost gun while every civilian is still in shock!" shouted Flannegan.

A ghost gun was a gun that made no sound. Berry wasn't paying enough attention, therefore had no idea what was going on. There were 2 brunettes pointing guns that had their backs turned to her. She hadn't seen which one was Corazon and which was Santana.

"SHOOT, BERRY! SHOOT SANTANA!" shouted Zizes.

Rachel took out her .44, and shot. She pulled the wrong gun. When the gun made noise, people scattered. Jesse and Andrea Cohen came in and, amidst the chaos, stole $7,000,000. Not only had she caused them to get away, but instead of shooting Lopez, she had shot Corazon. Sunshine was dead before she even hit the floor. Puckerman and Hummel were ushering the clueless civilians out of the bank while CSI and cleanup crew came.

END FLASHBACK

"Usually an agent would be discharged immediately for the amount of incompetence berry showed, but because of the favoritism project leader Shuester has for division Y it got written off as an accident, even though it could have been prevented. Not only did they insist that it was not their fault, but they blamed it on us for giving poor direction! We were never able to work with those Neanderthals again," said CC.

"Guys. We got a case," said Flannegan, poking his head into the lounge room.

Once they were into the lounge room, they got some troubling news. They had to share the case with…division Y.

A/N: once again this is a sneak peek, but with 2 chapters. Please read and review, or favorite or author alert or pm or just SOMETHING to let me know you're reading people!

-R4I.