Hello lovely RUCAS shippers...here's another multi-chapter story for you. But before we begin I just want to clarify that there will be a lot of new characters in this story, also let me make it clear that I do not own Girl Meets World or it's characters.

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Love in Harm's Way

PART 1

Riley Matthews lay sprawled on the cot. Slowly she pushed herself up, blinking in the bright light of the overhead bulbs and fighting the spinning sensation of her head. Grime streaked the wild colors of the bold printed shirt she'd donned for her cover. She'd posed as a college student looking for a quick fix but the suspect hadn't bought the act. She was able to knock the drug dealer out but not before the suspect pushed her hard making her land on a puddle and hitting her head on the side of the dumpster by the alley. Dirty and too tired to go home, Riley decided to make use of one of the cots in the temporary holding cell at the Agency.

Somebody had turned the lights on. The door opened wider and Hart poked her head in. "Riles, get cleaned up and meet us at the meeting room in fifteen."

Great! How is she supposed to get cleaned up in less than fifteen minutes? Without wasting any more time Riley went to her locker, grabbed her toothbrush and her note pad. With three minutes to spare she made it in the meeting room but was still the last one to arrive.

"You look like hell."

"Thank you for that observation Farkle." For someone who is supposedly a genius, Farkle Minkus doesn't know crap about women. Luckily for him, she happened to like him a lot.

"Long night Agent Matthews?" Shoot. She didn't realize that there was someone else present in the meeting. Their meetings are usually just the group discussing which case they should be taking on next.

Riley doesn't normally care about her appearance but their visitor today happens to be Ms. Edna Covette, Assistant Director of the FBI's Security Division. "No Ma'am." If it was a question asked by one of the guys Riley would have given them a smart ass reply but Ms. Covette is not one of the guys.

"Let's all take a seat and let Ms. Covette explain why she has joined us here today."

"Thank you SSA Coomber." SSA, short for Supervisory Special Agent.

"The FBI had been informed that NSA had recently intercepted a cryptic message detailing what could be a possible terrorist attack to the US soil. According to intel the message originated in the Philippines and believed to be tied to the Abu Sayyaf Group."

"After 911, US security had been tight and required that every Agency exchange intel with each other but BAU has not been given clearance to these classified information in the past. So why are we getting these information now?" Bless Farkle for asking the question everyone in the room has in mind.

"NSA has asked for the FBI's help."

"Forgive me Ms. Covette but why would the National Security Agency ask assistance from a Federal agency? NSA has vast foreign signals intelligence information. What could we possibly provide them with that they don't already have?" This time it was Agent Taylor Joaquin who asked the question.

"Security. The computer system at NSA had been hacked. They are not sure how it was done and how much of their information had been compromised. The intel that we got can be just a hoaxed but until a full investigation had been done and nothing turned out we do not want to assume otherwise. I've already discussed this situation with SSA Coomber earlier and we agreed that it will be best if we keep this small. "

The Behavioural Analysis Unit or BAU is a part of the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation. The mission of the BAU is to provide behavioral based investigative and/or operational support to complex and time-sensitive crimes. There are only seven of us at the BAU, including our Team Lead, Ross Coomber. A very small group indeed in comparison with the NSA.

"Agent Matthews, I understand that you are familiar with the Philippine language."

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good. That will be very helpful with your cover."

"My cover?"

"Agent Matthews, we will be sending you to the Philippines to be the operative agent. SSA Coomber will discuss with you along with the rest of the team how this operation will take place."

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Lucas Friar had driven two days straight to get to Lake Tahoe. He could have flown and picked up a rental car for the three days he was going to stay at Jack Howington's house, but he'd needed the downtime to clear his head.

His mother had been frantic, unable to reach him in the more rural parts of the country, but he'd enjoyed the silence. There hadn't been enough silence in his life for a long, long time. He drove down a long driveway toward a barely visible log house. The place stood surrounded by trees with a view of the lake behind. Lucas parked and climbed out of his Jeep. He took a single step toward the house and stopped as the front door opened.

"Lucas."

"Uncle Jack."

"Good to see you my boy." Lucas had to smile with that comment. Jack Howington is not that much older than Lucas but the man likes to remind him that compare to him he is still a boy. "How's your mother? Still trying to play match maker?"

"Ma is good and yes, my mother is still trying to hook me up with every single woman she meets."

"She means well. Come, let's sit out back. Care for a beer?"

Lucas like this house. He has a lot of fond memories at this place. Whenever he has spare time he makes it a point to come and visit Jack. Jack is not really part of the family; he was Lucas' father's best friend. They've always been close but that bond had been stronger and deeper after his father died.

"Still miss him?" For as big as Jack was, he could move and walk very quietly.

"Sometimes."

"Same."

And with that Jack handed him his beer and walked towards the Adirondack. They talked about sports, business, women, and the weather and switched the conversation back to business. It's always been an easy conversation with Jack. Maybe it was the beer but Jules liked to think that it's because they share so much in common.

"Would you like another round of beer?"

"Nah. I'm good."

"Okay."

"What's up Uncle Jack?" He can always tell if there is something worrying the man sitting across him.

"I need a favor Lucas."

"Anything." And he meant what he said. Lucas would do anything for the man. For eighteen years the man had taken him under his wings and has been like a father to him.

Jack didn't like the reply he gave him. "What is one of the rules I told you?"

"To never agree to anything until you have all the facts. But this is different Uncle Jack."

"No it isn't my boy."

"Fine. What kind of favor are we talking about?"

"I need your help. Actually, the Agency needs your help."

The Agency? NSA needs my help? Why would NSA need his help? Why should he, Lucas Friar help the Agency that got his father killed?

"I can see that I've already lost you. Let's just leave this conversation till the morning. There's a roast in the oven if you'd like to eat dinner now."

"I'm not hungry. Why don't you just go straight to the point and tell me why NSA needs my help. And how can I possibly help them when I'm not an Agent."

"The Agency has gotten information that leads to a terrorist cell based in the Philippines. This terrorist group is also connected to a large criminal organization that we have been monitoring for number of years. We just got a lead and we need a way for one of our Agent to get in."

"So where do I fit in all of these?"

"We want to use you as part of our Agent's cover."

"And what exactly does that mean?"

"You'll pretend to be her boyfriend."