Sorry for the long wait. I decided that the first story had run its course so I changed it to complete. So here's the next chapter of Beach Head and Cover Girl's relationship. Updates will be scarce since again this is not my real fandom. Bear with me as I tease out this story.

I do not own.

"Go! Go! Go! You maggots!" Beach Head bellowed at the Green Shirts running his precious obstacle course. "Hustle! Cobra would have eaten you alive already!" Beach Head glared as the soldiers pathetically fell over each other, tripped, or missed the landing. "You are some of the biggest pansies I've ever had the misfortune to lay my eyes on!" He berated as he jogged along with them.

Cover Girl stood leaning against the jeep she had driven over. Hiding a smile behind her hand, she watched as the new batch of recruits was introduced to the drill sergeant's encouragement.

"All right, that's it everyone drop and give me 50! You will be whipped into shape or you will be whipped out." Beach Head yelled. He glanced over to see Cover Girl.

"All right hit the showers! We will continue this tomorrow bright and early!" He screamed. The recruits fell on their faces groaning. Beach Head walked over to Cover Girl.

"Whipped out?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. "Is that a code for something dirty?"

"You came to sass me woman?" He growled. "I can always make you run the course."

"Been there, done that." Cover Girl said flippantly. "Besides I'm here to get you. Hawk wants to see us."

Beach Head humphed as he got into the jeep. Cover Girl smirked as she got in the driver's side. After several minutes of silence, Beach Head finally spoke.

"Did he say about what?" He tried to sound casual.

"It's not about us, if that's what you think." Cover Girl replied.

"No, we've been discrete… more discrete than Flint and Jaye." He said.

"That's not saying much." Cover Girl chuckled.

"So? Did he say anything?" He interrupted impatiently.

Cover Girl sighed. "No. You know Hawk. Tightlipped until everyone's present."

Beach Head nodded.

A few minutes later they stood at attention in front of General Hawk. They saluted and Hawk returned it.

"At ease." He said as he shuffled some papers before sitting down. "Have a seat."

He waited as Beach Head and Cover Girl sat down. "As you know some of the most important world leaders will be assembling in New York to attend a UN gala."

"So we are going to be the security detail?" Beach Head asked contemptuously.

"Well, we were not asked to be apart of the overall security but…" Hawk cleared his throat as he slid tow files towards Beach Head and Cover Girl. "This Ambassador Joseph Slattery of the United Kingdom."

Beach Head and Cover Girl opened their dossier. Beach Head scanned his quickly. Looking up his eyes met his commander.

"We are going to be his bodyguard?" He guessed.

"Not quite." Hawk dreaded the next part. "You'll be his son's."

"What?" Beach Head sat up scowling before remembering he was in the presence of someone with a higher rank. "I mean… with all due respect sir, don't you think this could be handled by someone who has more expertise in children… like Shipwreck?"

"Beach Head, I know this is… out of your comfort zone but believe me when I say you two are the best people for the job." Hawk stated.

"I'm sorry, sir." Cover Girl interrupted. "I'm not sure I follow that logic. I mean I don't know anything about children either."

"But you do understand the New York social scene as well as being able to navigate through high society." Hawk explained.

"And why am I going?" Beach Head demanded.

"Because she'll need a pretty face to escort her." Hawk joked.

Beach Head's scowl deepened while Cover Girl giggled. Hawk became serious.

"Mr. Slattery is very influential in his country and abroad. They are set to vote for sanctions against Trucial Abysmia for invading Benzheen." Hawk said grimly. "If the sanctions go through, it can devastate Trucial's already fragile economy. They will do anything to avoid it including kidnapping or killing Mr. Slattery's son. And I don't need to remind you that Trucial Abysmia has ties to Cobra." He paused to make sure that the weight of the situation was sinking in for Beach Head. "I am counting on the two of you to make sure that Bailey stays safe for the entire trip."

"Bailey?" Beach Head asked.

"Mr. Slattery's son." Cover Girl hit him with her file. "You should read the whole thing."

"I just read the important parts." Beach Head snapped.

"You, Cover Girl, will pose as Bailey's governess while Beach Head will be his valet." Hawk leaned back in his chair. "Your new identities are in the folder. Meet Wild Bill in the hanger in an hour for him to fly you to New York." Hawk continued as if they had not spoken. "You have your orders. Go."

"Yo Joe." They replied saluting before leaving.

When they were out of earshot, Beach Head complained. "Ah shouldn't be babysitting some highfalutin foreigner's brat." His accent noticeably thickened.

"At least we'll be doing it together." Cover Girl reminded him.

"Ah guess but it's still a stupid assignment." Beach Head grumbled. "Ah'd rather sing karaoke with Alpine and Bazooka than change some overprivileged kid's clothes."

"Well, it will be a miserable mission if you keep that attitude. We're stuck with it so suck it up." Cover Girl chastised him. "I'm going to pack and read the details. I'll see you later?"

"Yeah." He replied unenthusiastically. Exasperated, Cover Girl started leaving when she felt him grab her arm. Giving a quick look around, he pulled the bottom part of his balaclava down and gave her a quick kiss before letting go. "Ah'm sorry." He mumbled before pulling it back up.

Surprised and heartened by his apology, she smiled. "It's just for a few days. It'll be fine. Then maybe Hawk can give us some time in New York before we get back."

Beach Head nodded unconvinced. Cover Girl patted his face reassuringly before turning to go.