This is a cross-over story between Emily Prentiss from Criminal Minds and John Porter from Strike Back Original.

I do not own any of the original characters from either of the shows…just the fictional ones I created…so, please, please do not sue me!

I write for the sheer pleasure and enjoyment! I hope you'd give this story a chance and any feedback would be appreciated!

Thank you!

P. Muse

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Strike Back Originals: Kandahar

Chapter 1

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"Okay, it's a wrap!" The photographer said as he placed his camera down.

Emily sighed as she let a breath out and muttered, "Good, I can stop sucking in my guts."

Benito began to laugh as he took out the data card, "You know I can hear you, Em."

"And you know I don't give a shit, Nito." She was about to step into a portable dressing room when a helicopter approached. They all looked up at the sound of the whirling noise.

The set assistants began to rush through the set and gathered the light weight props before it were blown away by the wash of the force caused by the whirl of the helicopter blades.

"What the fuck?" Benito covered his eyes to keep from being sand blasted; they were at a beach. "Who are these fucking jerks?" He was yelling at the top of his lungs as he turned his camera around so the lens was turned towards him, keeping the sand from hitting it.

Emily using the beach towel pulled it over her head and covered her face, "Beats me but it must be someone important." She peeked to look at the make of the chopper and almost groaned when she saw INTERPOL.

Not now! I just began my undercover assignment of less than a week!

As the helicopter landed, an agent stepped out and came to her directly. He managed to keep a straight face and said, "You've been reassigned, Agent Prentiss." He handed her a folder labeled Priority One.

"Hey!" Benito went to them angrily. "Who the fuck are you, you jerk ass? You just ruin my setup here! And my equipment which costs me hundreds of thousands of dollars! I ought to sue the shit out of you! You have no idea who you're messing with!" He waved his camera angrily at the agent.

The agent continued to ignore him as he waited for Emily, who continued to read the contents of the folder.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, ass hole! Who is your fucking boss? I want his name, now!" He snapped his fingers.

Emily closed the folder and looked up, "Nito, will you shut up for a moment?"

He stared at her, "What did you just say? Did you just tell me to shut up?"

Emily sighed, "Look, you fat faggot. You and your piddly little possé you call photo crew are under arrest for drug trafficking …not to mention under age sex trafficking, so shove your pompous pie hole up!"

Benito began to open and closed his mouth several times.

She looked at the agent and said, "The young girls are locked up in a storage locker near Hotel Somersby by Interstate 23." He nodded as he took out his cell phone and began making arrangements per Emily's orders.

Emily hopped into the copilot seat.

"Hey, Kevin! How's it going? Come on, let's get going. I've got a plane to catch."

Kevin nodded, "Yeah, that's what they tell me… legs." He chuckled into the headsets. "We're flying into Heathrow directly, got a special pass. A jet is waiting for you."

"Who's flying to Kandahar?" She asked.

"I think it's Stanley. He's in rotation to fly into the hot zone." He grinned cheerfully at her. "I did wonder why they ask me to pick up your laundry." He indicated her bag in the back seat.

She turned around to look and saw the gear and groaned again, "Shit, that's right…desert wear." She looked down at what she was wearing. "Guess I'll change out of this when I get in the jet."

The pilot laughed again, "Oh, how I wish I'm going to Kandy Land with you now." Kandy land was the nickname they gave for Kandahar. "Wait, no" He shook his head, "No, I don't want to go right now."

She shook her head, "Kevin, you know it's not going to be an R&R. We're on an extract mission."

Kevin shook his head, "I know, and I hate extract missions. Luckily, Sherry is ready to pop any day." He grinned.

Emily turned to him and reach over to punch him on his arm, "That's right! I bet she's ready to have that baby in this heat!"

Kevin nodded, "Oh yeah! She's bitchin' about how miserable and fat she is. She can't see how beautiful she looks, all pregnant and glowing." He was grinning.

"Hey…hey…watch the trees, Kev!" Emily leaned over. "We're not doing any tree-top trimming here! I'm sure she wants you to get home in one piece and not in a matchbox, you idiot."

He laughed as he corrected his course.

"Okay, okay…I got it. Our ETA is 10 minutes. Let me call into Heathrow and Stan the man…I bet he's eager to move on. They're a little bit stretched out to take off." He said as he key'ed into his mic. "By the way, you're flying with a pair of spooks from -6."

Emily arched her brows, "I know…never worked with them before. I hope they play nice."

He laughed into his mic, "Me too. Gonna to be interesting. Glad I'm not there. I hope your weapon is fully loaded, you might need to shoot them before the mission is over; I heard they're a bunch of sticks."

Emily laughed, "I can handle them, Kev. Trust me, I've a few run-ins with sticks before and broke them into pieces. But we better hurry, they're always blaming us Yanks for our tardiness." She used her best British and exaggerated accent

He began to laugh hard again; Kevin like her was an American and born in New York. They were the only two Americans working for INTERPOL at the moment.

"Tower just flagged us to get to the airport ASAP, we're holding traffic. The Brits are getting nervous." He reported to her in their private communication line.

"They can wait. They can't take off without me anyways; they needed an interpreter and I'm the only one that knows Arabic, Farsi, and a splatter of Pashawar now that Ahmad is gone." She shook her head.

Kevin nodded, "Yeah, just heard about that, you know his wife just had a baby too?"

Emily nodded sadly, "I know, that sucks."

…

In the tarmac, in a modified jet, a man and a woman were settling down in their seats and were ready for takeoff when they were notified that the interpreter at Kandahar Base was killed in an IED accident two hours earlier.

"You've got to be kidding me?" John Porter stared at his partner as they read the text on their tablet.

His partner nodded her head, "This is not a joke, John. Layla just sent us the text." She was scrolling down the information. "But they've got another talker coming in."

"Oh yeah?" He looked at her. "Who do they have on such fast notice?"

She frowned as she read from her tablet, "INTERPOL, E. Prentiss. Former FBI and CIA, too."

Porter shook his head, "Oh god, a Yank!" He turned to Danni Prendiville in disbelieve. "Seriously? That's the best he's got for us? A bloody Yank?" He sat back and slammed his head back against the back of the seat in anger, "We're going to die."

His partner quickly wiped her frown from her face and grinned, "It could have been worst, and thanks for the vote of confidence in Brits, partner." She continued to grin lovingly at him.

John Porter arched a dark brow at her, "Sorry Danni, what could have been worse than a Yank in our group?"

She chuckled, "E. Prentiss could be a female?"

He shook his head and then paused, "Yeah…maybe, let's hope not."

She turned from him and stared out towards the small window for a moment before she turned back to her partner and smiled.

Porter continued to laugh and then frowned; the implication didn't escape him; the possibilities of having two females in his team to protect were not lost on him.

"Oh god…this is not possible…" He groaned."

She laughed again, "This is your karma..for screwing all the females in the past."

"Danni, it's not funny. I'm married. I have a teenage daughter."

That made her laugh even more.

He shook his head, "No appreciation."

They then became quiet.

"What the bloody hell are we waiting for?" John began to fuss about his seat.

"Probably that Yank, they are known for their damn tardiness and don't give a damn about inconveniencing others." Danni grinned and looked at her watch. "We're going to get to Kandahar late and the window is closing on us and the extraction, Layla is going to have kittens."

They then heard the door opened and a lot of commotion as heated voices exchanged then the cabin door closed again before the jet began to move.

John and Danni watched with stunned surprise when they saw her coming into the aisle.

"Er, are you on the right plane, Miss?"John was staring blatantly at her.

Danni saw his stare and was annoyed with him.

"Really, I think there must have been some sort of mistake." Danni began to agree as she craned her neck over Porter's to look all over the newcomer, from head to toe. "This is not the USO tour group, Miss."

Emily laughed as she slammed her bags down a seat in front of them. "Hi! I'm Emily Prentiss!" She held out her hand to Danni and John. "And yes, I'm on the right aircraft. And no, I'm not part of the USO group."

Danni slowly extended her hand out and said, "You are E. Prentiss? The interpreter from INTERPOL? The one Layla sent?"

She nodded as she shook her hand enthusiastically. "Yup, that's me! So…you are?"

"Danni Prendiville, MI-6."

She nodded and turned to her partner and held out her hand, "And you are…?"

John arched his brow as he raked his eyes over her …partially lack of attire. "John Porter. I hope you're not entering Afghanistan wearing that." He shook his head smugly. "It would be disrespectful to the country and their culture."

Emily frowned as she looked down and laughed again, "Oh no!" She reached over and opened her bag and began to pull out her desert fatigues. She turned to look at them but her demeanor completely changed as she said seriously, "Look, guys. You might as well get use to me right now. We're going to spend a good amount of time down there together. I'm not going to be modest or anything, so get used to it."

She pulled her hair into a ponytail and tied it and grabbed a damp wipe and began to wipe off the heavy make-up from her face. "I was pulled out of an undercover assignment, if you're wondering. I didn't like all this fucking make-up shit either. I know I look like a whore."

John arched his brow again. "Er…that didn't come across my thought at all, Officer Prentiss."

She shook her head, "It's still Agent Prentiss and it's Emily. We're extracting this top man of a holy Muslim group. And you two had better get use to my name because in the heat of a hot zone, we won't have time for formalities."

Danni and John exchanged their still stunned looks and nodded, "Our apologies… Emily." Danni nodded at the back of her as she had shrugged out of her swimsuit and began to put on her bra and green Tee-shirt, then she shed off the rest of the suit before she donned her panties and combat pants.

She pulled in her boots and tied them and checked her Glock before she put it in the back of her pants and spare cartridges. And slid a Bowie knife down into her boots.

"So, Emily," John grinned. "You were in a photo shoot?"

She sat up and looked at him, "Yeah, undercover work as a swimsuit model hence the swimsuit."She sat back down on her seat.

"Nice bikini, by the way, Emily." John chuckled. "That bright pink is becoming."

Emily laughed, "You're joking, right? It was too neon brilliantly and blindingly bright." She shook her head, "Not my color." She held up the offending material for a moment before she dropped it on the seat next to her.

Just then a medic came down the aisle and said to them, "Excuse me, Agent Prentiss, and Officers Prendiville and Porter," They looked up at him.

"Yes, and you are?" John asked him.

"I'm with the British Army Reserve Medical Team and we have your medical records faxed on board and all of you are not up to speed on your shots." He said stoically. "You're one month overdue on your shots, especially the tetanus."

The three stared at him for a moment before Emily shook her head, "There must be a mistake, I thought I had my shots updated? I mean I was in…shit." She glanced at the two MI-6 officers, "You two have top secret clearances, right?" They nodded. "Of course, or you'd not be on this mission…okay I was in Bangalore, India last month. That means I have all my shots updated, and that includes tetanus."

The medic shook his head, "It's not on your med record, ma'am." He waved her medical sheet at her.

She glared at him, "And you so happen to have the necessary shots on hand, don't you?"

The medic grinned and nodded. "It's at the back of the aircraft."

She shook her head and waved at him in surrender, "Let's go, Hannibal."

The medic held his hand up, "Wait. You two as well."

Emily looked at them and chuckled, "Oh yeah, shots party! Oh what fun!" She rolled her eyes up.

John and Danni stood up and followed them shook their heads, "He's grinning too much, and apt description of calling him Hannibal but with syringes." John muttered as they walked down the aisle and into the front where a few of the staff were sitting down. "More like Freddy Kruger."

"Come on, John, and don't faint on me again!" Danni teased him.

Emily turned to glance at them, "What, he's afraid of a little needle?"

"Have you seen the size of the needles they've been packing lately?" John frowned at her when they gathered next to the medic and his kit and saw the length of his syringes.
"Again, he's more Freddy Kruger than Hannibal."

"I don't care what he is, he's a sadist!" John paled.

Danni shook her head, "Wuss."

Emily pulled up her short sleeve and exposed her upper arm but the medic shook his head, "Sorry, the gluteus maximus, Agent." He pointed to her butt and grinned.

"Oh, you're enjoying this too much, aren't you, Sgt. Smith?" She turned around and pulled her pants down and exposed her behind to them, John arched his brows admiring her bared behind. "Ouch!" she winced as the syringe went into her flesh. Danni frowned at him again, feeling slightly jealous. Luckily the medic didn't see them as he had turned around to grab another needle and band-aid.

"Okay, do you want a Disney Princess Band-aid? Or a Hello Kitty?" The medic chuckled as he rubbed an alcohol cotton ball on her sore.

"I don't need any, thanks, Freddy." She pulled her pants up and buttoned them.

The medic smiled, "It's actually Devin, ma'am." He waved a Disney Band Aid at her as she shook her head again and thanking him she headed back towards the front of the plane.

When John and Danni returned to their seats later, they saw that Emily was asleep in the seat in front of them.

"I guess her Highness is catching up on her beauty rest." Danni said softly thankful their view was blocked by the high backed seats but they could see her legs hanging out of the aisle, her boots hanging on the armrest of the chair.

John chuckled softly, "Probably, I hope she's up to speed on the whole mission." He waved at the folder.

"We'd better text Layla and Collinson about finding another interpreter. She's not going to last the first hour we landed." John shook his head. "A bloody Yank…and a damn bloody female!"

"You know, MI-6 has worked with INTERPOL many times and has never failed, have faith in Layla, the agency and Clyde Easter in this joint effort." Danni pointed.

John arched his skeptical brow at her, "Danni, look at her!" he hissed. "She's flaky! She's going to get us killed there." He shook his head. "I think Easter has lost his bloody marbles this time. What is he thinking when he send us this Yank?" He stared at Emily's sleeping form angrily. "I doubt she knows how to shoot, much less how to use that knife!"

Danni was laughing silently but hard, "John, you're completely paranoid and ridiculous. She's flaky, yes. But," she stopped laughing as she said seriously. "Have you noticed how she handled her gun and the Bowie knife?" John didn't reply. "No? Because you were busy looking down her cleavage, my dear but I did and it was not a flaky move." She shook her head. "No, she knows what she's doing with her weapons. And she mentioned Bangalore that happened a month ago, a highly classified mission, which, if you'd paid attention instead of her chest size, you'd know what she's talking about."

John frowned at Danni, "Give me a break, will you? I listened and I was not looking at her tits…" Danni harrumphed in disbelief. "No, my dear, I'm well aware of the Bangalore mission INTERPOL was involved; so she's the one that rescued that diplomat's kid."

Danni nodded, "Yeah, I see you've read the brief too; the brief said an unnamed female agent went undercover as a nanny and extracted the kid out from under their nose. And by the time they'd realized he was gone, the kid's safe in London. Not bad.. for a flake." John reddened and grinned a little.

"Yeah, I see your point." Danni nodded. "Although I wonder what happened to those kidnappers? It was never mentioned in the brief."

"They were executed by the Indian government three days later when they turned up nicely tied up in front of the France Embassy." Emily said aloud from the front seat suddenly.

Danny and John looked up and shook their heads in embarrassment at having being caught gossiping like a pair of hens.

"Next time," Emily said sleepily. "If you want to know what happened, how about asking straight from the source?"

"Sorry, Agent Prentiss." Danni began to laugh. "It won't happen again.

"Same here, Yank." John threw a peanut at her. "We'll remember that, right Danni?" He grinned at his partner who nodded.

Emily laughed from the other side of the seat as she tossed the nut back at him, "Got any pretzels, Brit? I've not had any lunch since yesterday."

Porter reached down and pulled out a big bag of pretzels and tossed it over to her, and heard it hitting her head, "OUCH!"

"Sorry!"

She ripped the bag opened and began munching on it, "Thanks! Oh god! Honey and mustard flavor, how did you know it's my favorite?"

He arched a brow, "Lucky me, it's my favorite, too."

Danni stared at him, a tiny flare of jealousy burned in her; she hated pretzels.

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End of Chapter 1