A/N: Prompt - "You do realize that if you keep stealing kisses from me I will have to get them back someday. With interest."
"You do realize that if you keep stealing kisses from me I will have to get them back someday."
"Mmmm." Nikola dropped his head to kiss her neck, his arm snaking around her waist. "With interest?"
"Most definitely." Helen smirked, leaning back into his arms. There wasn't much room in the cramped back of the van for the kinds of activities this sort of thing usually led up to, plus it would be hell on the equipment if Nikola let his control over his magnetic field slip, but they could at least enjoy a few minutes alone together before one of the kids inevitably interrupted.
"What?" Will's voice crackled over the intercom, thoroughly breaking the mood. Maybe a few minutes had been an overly generous estimate. Nikola swore internally.
Helen cleared her throat, leaning forward again to check the security camera feeds they had hacked into. "Ah, nothing, Will."
"Yeah, just helping you get into character," Nikola said.
There was a long suffering sigh from the other end. "Don't you have anything better to do?"
"Better than helping my darling Helen catch nasty bad guys and save the world?" He grinned at Helen. "Not at the moment, no."
"You forgot to mention bothering me," Will muttered.
"Yep."
"Nikola," Helen said in a warning tone. "If you wouldn't mind keeping your comments to mission-relevant ones from this point forward…"
"He's being just as irrelevant as I am!" Nikola crossed his arms, pouting.
Helen rolled her eyes, muttering something about children.
"I still don't see why I have to pretend to be him," Will complained.
"Neither do I," Nikola put in.
Not a peep was heard from Abby, who had been delighted at the idea of playing Helen. "Cool" was the exact word she had used to describe it.
"Because our names carry weight," Helen explained patiently. "With our reputation, your contact should be curious enough to meet with you, which will give me and Nikola a chance to break into his storehouse and see what's there."
It would have been preferable for Nikola to go in with Abby in case any questions were raised about the previous encounter. But Helen needed him with her to crack the security system of the storehouse. Her intelligence said an abnormal trafficking ring of considerable size was based there, having sprung up in the void left by the ghost ship's operation.
"He's coming," Abby hissed.
"Perfect," Helen said. "Remember, just stick to the script. Intimidate him a little, but not enough to make him bolt. Give us time to see what he's up to."
"Drink a lot," Nikola advised Will. "It's in character, plus it'll be easier than trying to imitate my peerless wit."
"Thanks a lot."
"Alright, Nikola, let's go," Helen said, and together they climbed out of the van, slipping around the back of the building they were parked next to. With a wave of his hand, Nikola disabled the security cameras and they advanced to the door. It was open in the space of a few moments.
"Ah, this really brings back memories," he whispered as they headed in. "You, me, breaking and entering… Hey, remember that smuggling ring we cracked in '25? Those flapper dresses you used to wear…"
Helen's lips twitched as she pulled out a stunner.
"I used to try and guess how many weapons you had stashed on you," he reminisced, sighing happily.
"You were always short. Now, would you mind focusing, please?"
"Anything for you." He smirked.
"Thank you. And, Nikola," she added with a mischievous smile, voice quiet enough for the coms not to pick it up. "Maybe when this is over, you can count them, just like the old days. What do you say to that?"
Nikola swallowed. "I'd say, let's hurry up and catch some nasty bad guys."
