Phil Brooks walked into the covert security agency in a rather good mood this morning, despite it being a Monday. He worked there as an agent and his boss, Randy Orton, told him he had some big news for him. Phil was hoping, or rather, expecting, it would be about his promotion he had been waiting for forever. He started working as an agent five years ago with another guy, Jeff Hardy, but Jeff got promoted to spy in just a year. And yet here Phil was, still waiting to move up.

Phil considered himself the hardest worker there, which no one would dispute. He worked his ass off for the agency practically 24/7, and people had a tendency of calling him the best agent ever. But Jeff, Jeff was possibly the worst agent of all time. Agents didn't really have that difficult of a job, they got information, made some phone calls, and sometimes went out to do some field work with a spy. And yet, Jeff always found a way to screw something up. He was sloppy, always late, never knew how or where to get information, and Phil would almost always end up doing his work for him. And yet, Jeff got to go out with a spy for one mission, and suddenly he's being promoted, while Phil was practically ignored. What sense did that make?

But Phil knew why Jeff got promoted. Jeff was widely considered to be the company who're. He would sleep with anything that had a pulse if it meant getting ahead. Phil had heard several co-workers confirm Jeff had slept with them, so he wouldn't be surprised if Jeff had spent a little "extra time" in Randy's office one night. It was the only reasonable explanation of why he got promoted, while Phil was still waiting.

Phil walked down the hallway to Randy's office, and put on a stink face when he saw Jeff walking down from the other way. "What are you doing here?"

Jeff glared at him. "I'm here to see Randy, dumbass."

"Well, you can suck his dick another time," said Phil. "Cause he has some big news to give me."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Uh, yeah, no. I'm here because Randy told me he has news for ME."

Phil furrowed his brows. "What news does he have for you?"

"I don't know," said Jeff grabbing the door knob to the office. "Kinda why I'm here to find out."

"I swear to God if you're getting promoted again..." said Phil, walking into the office after Jeff.

Randy looked up from his paperwork when he heard the door open. "Oh good, you're here. Have a seat."

Phil and Jeff sat down in the two chairs in front of Randy's desk. "So, what's the big news?" asked Jeff.

"Well, I'm just gonna get right to the point," said Randy. "You're not going to like this, but you two are going to be partners."

"What do you mean partners?" Said Phil, feeling his good mood slip away almost instantly.

"There's a group of guys, they're calling themselves The Shield, and they need to be stopped," said Randy. "You two are the perfect pair to get the job done."

"What are they doing?" asked Jeff.

Randy scoffed. "What aren't they doing? They've robbed banks and jewellery stores, have several kidnapping and murder charges, and right now, are threatening to kidnap the president."

"Kidnap, the president," said Phil, in complete disbelief. "How stupid are these guys?"

"Don't underestimate them," said Randy. "They are very capable."

"Can I just go alone?" said Phil. "If these guys are as tough as you say, I don't exactly need any SLACK to pick up."

Jeff glared at him. "Oh really, agent?"

"Oh we all know why you got the spy job," said Phil, glaring right back at him.

"Oh really?" Said Jeff. "Please, enlighten me!"

"Knock it off!" Said Randy, his booming voice immediately silencing them. "If you two can't get along for this mission, I will not hesitate to fire you both."

"Yes sir," grumbled Jeff and Phil simultaneously.

"Now get to work," said Randy. "We need to send you two out by tomorrow."

They left the office and Phil groaned. "I can't believe this. How could I have possibly gotten stuck with you again?"

"You're not the only one who isn't happy about this," said Jeff. "Trust me, the last thing I want to do is be around you."

"Oh really? I thought you'd be happy about this," said Phil. "I get to do all of your work again."

"You did not do all my work!" said Jeff. "I did plenty of work on my own!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," said Phil, as sarcastically as possible. "I didn't realize sucking dick was work!"

"Fuck you!" said Jeff, storming off down the hallway.

Phil crossed his arms with a glare as he watched Jeff walk away. "In your dreams!" Ok, he had to admit, Jeff was kinda ridiculously hot. But Phil was disease free, and preferred to keep it that way.

Jeff just shot him a middle finger and kept walking, turning the corner to his office.

'This is gonna be one long mission,' thought Phil, walking down the hall. He went into his office and started doing some research on the shield. The members were Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins, and Roman Reigns, and they apparently had no allies whatsoever.

'How can three guys cause so much trouble on their own?' Thought Phil.

He spent the rest of the day researching them, trying to find anything that could help, but he found next to nothing on them. Phil was so caught up in his work, he didn't notice anyone walked into his office until a stack of papers dropped right in front of him. He looked up, slightly startled, and saw Jeff standing there with his arms crossed. "What'd you get on them?"

Phil sighed and looked back at his computer. "Not much. They don't exactly leave traces. You?"

Jeff sat down in a chair beside Phil and grabbed a paper off of the stack. "I've got some possible contacts and locations they've hit up. It can lead us to where they might be. We just have to pick a place to start."

Phil grabbed the paper and looked at it. "Well, look who finally learned how to do his job. Unless you sucked up to someone to do it for you."

"I don't suck up to people," said Jeff, glaring at him.

"Right, sorry," said Phil. "Unless you sucked someone to do it for you."

Jeff rolled his eyes. "Very creative. Because you haven't used that one before."

"Well, this little trip we're taking will give me plenty of time to develop some new material," said Phil.

"Awesome," said Jeff. "Now if you can quit being a bitter bitch for two seconds we can decide on a place to start."

Phil smirked a little, handing the paper back to Jeff. "We can start with this Jericho guy. If this info is correct, we can find him at this big ol' cocktail party, and he can tell us what we need to know."

"Works with me," said Jeff, standing up. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah," said Phil, as Jeff walked out. "Don't bang too many guys tonight. We're coming in early."

Jeff flipped him off and shut the door, making Phil chuckle. He gathered up the papers off of his desk and left his office, heading home.

The next morning, Phil took a quick shower and went to work, walking straight to Randy's office. He walked in and took a seat. "Is Jeff here yet?"

"Not to my knowledge," Said Randy.

"Jeff's late again," said Phil. "What a shock."

"Hey, remember what I said yesterday," said Randy, giving him a stern look.

Phil sighed. "Yes sir.

Jeff walked in fifteen minutes later, sitting next to Phil.

"Well, look who showed up," said Phil.

Jeff just ignored him, picking at his nails.

"So, now that we're all hear, what did you two find out?" Said Randy.

"They have a contact named Chris Jericho up in Connecticut," said Jeff. "He's gonna be attending a cocktail party in a few days, and if we can get in and get a hold of him, he'll tell us what we need to know."

"Good," said Randy. "We need to get you out there as soon as possible. The faster we get these guys, the better. Which means, this little bickering thing between you two, can not become a problem. Are we understood?"

"Yes sir," said Phil, while Jeff nodded.

"Alright," said Randy. "Pack what you need and head over to the airport, you'll have tickets waiting for you there."

They both nodded and left the office. "So, where were you this morning?" Said Phil. "Bang too many guys after I specifically told you not to?"

"Will you just shut the fuck up?" Said Jeff, pushing past him.

"Woah," said Phil, following after him. "Who pissed in your cereal?"

"I'm tired of your bull shit," Said Jeff, turning to face him. "Did you ever think maybe you just didn't get the job because you're a complete asshole?"

"No, I'm pretty sure I didn't get it because everyone was too entertained by your asshole!" said Phil.

"Fuck off," Said Jeff, walking off down the hallway.

Phil was about to retort with another insult, but he saw Jeff hang his head down and wipe one of his eyes right before he turned the corner.

"Daammmmnnn Phil," said John Morrison, another spy, walking up from behind him. "That was just cold."

Phil shook his head and walked down the hallway after Jeff. "Jeff-"

He heard a door slam and took a deep breath, knocking on Jeff's door. "Jeff, please open up."

Phil heard muffled sniffling sounds from inside and bit his lip. "I didn't mean that, I just... I'm sorry."

Jeff wiped his eyes at his desk and tried to make his voice as steady as possible. "Can you just leave me alone? Please? For once?"

Punk heard a crack in his voice and sighed, walking away from the door. Granted he loved giving Jeff a hard time, but making him cry was a little overboard.

"So," said Morrison as Phil walked back past him. "Is he crying?"

"No shit Sherlock," said Phil.

Morrison smirked and bit his lip, looking down the hallway. "Someone needs a shoulder to cry on."

Phil rolled his eyes. "I seriously doubt it's the time for that."

Morrison scoffed. "You've heard the rumors about him, it's always the time for that!"

"John, I seriously think you should just leave him alone," said Phil. "People trying to get in his pants is probably the last thing he wants right now."

Morrison smirked at him. "You say that like I'll actually have to try."

"Just leave him the fuck alone," said Phil. "Trust me."

"Oh, I see what's going on here," said Morrison. "You want to bang him tonight, don't you?"

"What? No," Said Phil.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anybody," said Morrison. "You can have him tonight, and I'll take him tomorrow morning. Or we could both have him tonight, I doubt he'd mind either way."

Phil shook his head. "You have problems. Just let him be."

"Hmmm, nope. Going for it," said Morrison, walking off down the hall.

'Great, that'll put Jeff in a great mood,' thought Phil. Once again, this was gonna be one lllloooooonnnnnnggggg trip.

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