Chapter Two- Life at MI5

London, England, 0030 hours

Will and Elizabeth left James and Jack at the airport, got in a taxi and went to their flat in Holland Park. "What's wrong?" Will asked as soon as he closed the door behind them.

"Nothing," she snapped, taking off her coat and putting it on the coat rack rather aggressively. Will calmly followed her into the bedroom where she walked over to her dresser and started removing her jewellery. He could see her face in the mirror; she was looking at her reflection with an expression of disgust. She threw her necklace on the dresser, moving her hands to the pins holding her hands to the pins holding her dark brown wig. Will walked up to her as she furiously removed the pins.

"Elizabeth?" Will said when he was directly behind her, watching her face in the mirror. She paused what she was doing but continued to look down, and Will put a hand on her shoulder. Elizabeth met his eyes, her eyes now sad instead of angry.

"Look at me, Will," she said quietly. "Is this who I am now?" She looked at herself and frowned. "This isn't what I signed up for when I became an agent," Will frowned and she turned to face him. "Look at me!" she said louder, her hands motioning her body. "This wig, this awful jewellery," she ripped off her diamond tennis bracelet and turned and threw it on the dresser. Elizabeth lent her hands on the dresser and looked down adding,

"When I heard they allowed women to become agents, I didn't know it was so they could seduce criminals and businessmen," She turned to him, "I hate it."

"I know," he said, "I hate it too. Do you think I like seeing you with other men," he looked her dress and replied, "I hate it so much, but I have had to ignore my jealously and fear for your safety because this is what we do." Will smiled and added, "Besides, I can remind myself that I'm the one you come home with," Elizabeth smiled at him and he added, "Talk to Gibbs about it, maybe we can modify the assignments."

"No," she replied, stepping away from him and walked over to the wardrobe. "I took this job to serve and protect my country, and I'm the only one who can take these missions," she explained.

She pulled her white dressing gown out of the wardrobe and turned to him, "I think it is because this was our first undercover mission since our honeymoon, I feel like I'm betraying you," Elizabeth walked into the bathroom and Will followed. When he reached the door he saw she had turned the shower on and had taken off the wig.

"There," Will smiled.

"What?" Elizabeth asked, looking at him through the reflection in the mirror.

"There you are," He said staring at her .Their eyes met and he walked up behind her and kissed her neck, his hands rubbed her arms from her wrists to her shoulder, his rough skin on her softer skin. Elizabeth sighed and arched her back towards Will, in heaven at his touch.

"Let's go to bed," he whispered against her skin. Elizabeth smiled at the idea but pulled away.

"Not before I have a shower," she replied, taking off her dress. "I need to feel human again."

She turned and saw Will smiling as he too undressed. "I can help with that," he replied. Elizabeth grinned and pulled him with her into the warm shower.

A black SUV pulled into the underground car park at the Bruckheimer Insurance Agency building. The SUV pulled up at its usual space and Mr. and Mrs. Turner got out the car, in the middle of a conversation about when would be a convenient time to have his parents over for dinner.

"I was thinking Sunday," she remarked as he locked the car. "Then I would have enough to buy groceries."

"Alright," Will agreed and they walked towards the elevator. "I'll make sure Cotton knows we aren't available to work on the weekends."

Just as the elevator doors opened in front of them a man's voice called out, "Hold the lift."

"Morning Laurence," Elizabeth said to the security guard inside the elevator.

"Morning, Mr. Turner, Ms. Swann," replied Laurence as he stood from his chair and held out a hand to the man who had called out to them.

"I'm sorry sir, executives only."

"Oh come on," the young businessman said but Laurence opened his jacket, revealing a 9mm in his gun holster. The young man backed away when he saw the gun and Laurence closed the elevator doors. He pressed the button for the 20th floor and they were on their way. The doors opened on the 20th floor and the couple stepped out to a white room where two scanners were positioned on either side of a door.

"Please step up to the scanners," a computer voice said into the room. Used to protocol, they did immediately, placing their hand on a fingerprint scanner and their faces against another one that scanned their retinas.

Within a ten seconds, the voice said, "Good morning Agents Turner and Swann."

The door opened and they entered one of the most secure offices in the world. The British secret intelligence runs all its most important information through this branch, disguised as Bruckheimer Insurance. All employees and agents were of course taught that Insurance was their cover employment. Elizabeth kissed Will on the cheek before leaving him to head to her desk, finding Agent Norrington already at his desk beside hers. "Morning James," Elizabeth said with a smile as she took off her coat and scarf, placing it on the desk.

"Morning," James replied from behind his computer.

"How long have you been here for?"

James looked up at her briefly with a smile. "Since seven, the Governor wants this data sorted through immediately."

The Governor was Mr. Swann, Elizabeth's father and Head of Public Relations. He was happy when she entered the agency but soon lost his approval when she signed on to become an agent, and then fell in love with her partner.

"Why does my father want the data? How does he even know about the Paris Mission, he's not cleared for that?" Elizabeth asked with surprise and was answered by her own father who appeared from Mr. Gibbs office.

"Because the attack on a well known French criminal without an arrest is causing some stir in the media. Especially seeing as the whole hotel's security was set off!" Mr. Swann replied with a critical look at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth kept a control voice and vacant face when she replied, "The mission was successful, the hotel security was taken care of, it can not be trace back to this agency."

"Well there is no proof but questions are still being asked," Swann replied disapprovingly but Gibbs interrupted.

"Mr. Swann when there is any more information I will call you personally."

The two older men shook hands and Mr. Swann nodded at his daughter before leaving the room. "Debriefing in Conference Room B, now," Gibbs instructed Elizabeth and James, who stood and started walking behind him. "The bloody cheek of the man!" Gibbs added under his breath. "I only answer to the Prime Minister, not Public Relations. Even the Prime Minister is smart enough not to ask questions, who does your father think he is, Elizabeth?"

"I truly don't know, sir," Elizabeth replied as they reached the conference room and Gibbs opened the door letting James and Elizabeth in first.

Will was already seated at the long glass table and Elizabeth moved around to sit beside him. Pintel and Ragetti, employees from the technology department, were also seated with a metal case in front of them. "New mission?" Elizabeth asked Will, who shrugged.

New technology was normally only introduced when it was required for a mission. James sat opposite Will and Gibbs sat at the head of the table.

Just as Gibbs was about to speak, Jack came bursting through the doors, looking rather dishevelled. "Sorry I'm late," he said as he quickly sat down beside James.

"Well," Gibbs said. "The mission was a success, no matter what any of the PR department may have to say about it."

Will gave Elizabeth a curious look and she returned with a 'we'll talk about it later' one.

"The information we got from Dupuis' computer has enabled us complete access to his organisation." Gibbs said proudly and picked up a remote, pressing a button that turned on a screen behind him with what appeared to be data from Dupuis' computer.

Gibbs continued. "We are already setting up several missions to track down his now known associates. Thanks to Agent Norrington who decoded Dupuis software this morning, we know the location of some of the worst criminals in Europe."

It was moments like this that these four agents all felt proud of what they do. A successful mission that is now setting up the way of tracking down more terrible people is the reason they do what they do.

"The worst of these criminals is Jacque Gaston," Gibbs said, a photo of the dark haired, mid thirties man appeared on the screen. He had an evil look that turned Elizabeth's stomach. "He is half French, half Bulgarian who funds a lot of criminals throughout Europe, especially Italy where he lives. He gets most of his money from his arms trading. I'm sending you four on the most important mission, to take down his chief warehouse in Rome; you are to make it look like terrorism."

Gibbs handed them each a folder with mission details inside, including fake passports and hotel bookings. "This is top secret, as are all your mission, but it is vital that you leave no trace of MI5." It was well known that the kind of damaged they were going to cause was going to break many international laws. Destroying an arms warehouse would require some heavy explosives, but judging by the map of the land provided in their folders, the warehouse was far enough any from civilisation that there will be no civilian casualties.

"Swann and Sparrow, you're to pose as a married couple, tourists of course." Gibbs explained and Jack picked up his passport and said,

"Mr. and Mrs. Crowe, I like it."

Elizabeth smiled and shook her head, secretly annoyed that Gibbs didn't make Will and her the married couple.

"Norrington and Turner are posing are Mr. Crowe's brothers. Avoid being photographed or caught on video surveillance."

Gibbs finished his speech on security and told them their time of departure was 1400 hours that day. Pintel and Ragetti then stood and explained the technology that they were to be using on this mission.

The meeting was then over and the agents left to prepare for the mission.

A/N: It's a short chapter I know but the next one is going to be a mission, which will make it longer, more action is coming up!