Title: High Stakes And Risky Business

Author: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: R or whatever that is these days

Disclaimer: Yea, we don't own the OC, The CIA, the city of philadelphia or anything else we use. If we inadvertently borrow something from another source, we apologize.

Summary: AU. Seth and Summer lost touch since they broke up in college. Summer is designing clothes and jet setting with the Hollywood crowd. And Seth is an accountant? However, when both of them end up in the City Of Brotherly Love, Seth makes a request of Summer that reveals to her his real job, and his love that's anything but brotherly, while putting both of their lives- not to mention the free world- in danger.

Author's Note: This is our fun fic. It's unrealistic and we're taking a lot of dramatic liberties. Maybe you'll love it, maybe you'll hate it. But, review. Please.

The monolouge running in Seth's head stopped when he noticed one of the guys on his team, Jack Henry, trying to get his attention.

"Seth."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking, if this is what you're going after, if we got a someone, a girl, maybe, who could fit in with the Hollywood set, but who wasn't someone who would really be recognized."

Seth stared blankly. "What are you saying Jack?"

Jack sighed. "I'm saying that if we found a girl who had a reason to be running with this crowd, but who's face wasn't all over TV, and she was willing, she could go undercover for us."

Seth leaned back in his chair, thinking. "So you're thinking along the lines of…?"

"An agent. A journalist. A stylist."

Seth snapped his fingers. "A fashion designer?"

Jack grinned. "You like the idea?"

"Love it. Listen Jack. Get me the Philadelphia address for Summer Roberts. Find someone in her building close to her age, and get the neighbor in here."

Jack eyes his boss quizzically, but did what he was told. Seth's mind was racing. It sounded like a terrific way to get close to Summer again when the thought had first entered his head, but now that had time to think about it, did it make any sense?

Alarmingly, it did. According to Marissa, Summer was some high toned, fancy designer for one of the clothing companies that Marissa and his mom and every other woman in Newport obsessed over.

Marissa claimed that Summer was all over that Hollywood type scene. The award shows, the premieres, the parties. But Seth had never opened up People magazine or a tabloid and seen a huge photo of Summer Roberts. She was exactly what he needed.

Now all he had to do was decide whether or not he had the balls to risk her life.


"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this Gina." Seth said to Summer Roberts twentysomething year old neighbor. "We didn't part on the best of terms, so I'm really not sure if she'll let me in or not." Seth was pretending to be the ex- boyfriend. Not a total lie, considering he was the ex boyfriend.

Nor was it the whole truth, because the reason he was meandering around his ex girlfriend's new, center city, ultra modern, obviously expensive apartment buliding had more to do with national security than a romantic reunion.

Gina smiled sympathetically at him, and lead the way to Summer's apartment. She knocked on the door. "Sum, it's me. I need to borrow…uh, something."

Seth rolled his eyes. How extremely lame.

His breath caught in his throat as Summer's voice responded. "Can you wait, G? I'm designing. Naked."

Seth smiled. "There's your problem, Summer Roberts. You haven't learned a thing. You threatening to be naked isnt what's going to keep me away."

There was a moment of dead silence. "Cohen?" she called. The door flung open, and before Seth knew what was happening, she flung her arms around him.

He hugged her, and turned to Gina. "This is going a lot better than expected." Summer released him from her embrace and punched him in the arm.

"Where have you been for the last three years, you ass?"

Seth said nothing. Until he realized that this was not a rhetorical question, and both Summer and Gina were looking at him, expecting that would give them some sort of response.

"Oh you know." He said, feigning casualty. "Around."

Summer's eyes narrowed. "It was you."

"Was me where?"

"On the steps of City Hall today. You were wearing, well that. And you shook hands with a bunch of guys in suits, and then you ducked into a building. What's up Cohen? The financial district isn't exactly under the William Penn statue."

"Why would I go to the financial district?" he asked her incredulously. "I hate money."

"You're an accountant, Seth." Summer said. "At least that's what you've been telling me since Berkely."

"Shit." Seth muttered more to himself than her. "One pretty girl is all it takes to blow that cover."

"Cover?" Summer thundered. "Cohen, what the hell are you doing here?"

Seth looked around nervously. They absolutley could not do this in the hallway. "Voice down, please." He whispered at Summer. She glared and slammed her door in his face.

Seth turned to Gina and smiled sheepishly. "She suffers from rage blackouts."

Gina rasied her eyebrows and nodded. "I'm going to go."

"Thanks for the help, G." Seth said to her retreating back. He knocked on Summer's door.

"Don't make me call security." She threatened.

Seth sighed. This wasn't going to be easy. "Sum, I am security."

"Excuse me?" came her voice from the other side of the door. Seth removed his CIA identification from his wallet, and slid it under her door.

"You better let me in sweetheart."