Well I guess I'm continuing this lmao, the mood struck. Eh my writing schedule is beyond hectic, as readers of Missed You can testify. WARNING: there's a flashback with violence in it, so if that isn't your game, skip the paragraph that's italicized. Anyhoo I don't own glee blah blah don't sue me.

MERCEDES

"I just can't believe I was too busy trying to get to know that con, in the biblical sense, to keep my eyes on any suspicious characters." Mercedes kept her gun pointed downwards and slid out the empty magazine. Santana laughed out loud and unstrapped her thigh holsters, "and all along Lisa Rinna was the most sus of them all." Mercedes shook her head, dropping the magazine to the ground, definitely not proper protocol but who was watching?

Quinn scooped it up before it could hit the ground, "Not protocol Cedes, but you knew that." Of course Quinn was watching.

"Right, my bad."

Quinn nodded. "Anyway, your distraction on our mission actually serves a purpose."

"Now that the mission was botched."

"Santana! Now, Mercedes, you have an in. Clearly Evans is interested in you," Quinn ignored Santana repeat 'clearly' and continued on as if she never spoke. "so you and I can get into his inner circle. Kurt and San will have to stay in surveillance since his accomplices might recognize them. Sue's given us full reign over this thankfully, so we'll only need to check in with Becky in HQ once a week."

"Which is total bullshit by the way, I wants to live in the fancy Bridgehampton house too. It isn't my fault Evan's friends got a little too close for comfort." Santana complained, slamming her locker closed. Quinn rolled her eyes, turned to lean against her locker, and levelled Santana with a stare that screamed 'I am the captain of this squad and I won't be challenged.'

Mercedes decided to step in, "Santana relax, I talked it over with Sue, you and Kurt will be stationed in a house not far from us, for rendezvous reasons."

"Good."

"All right, first order of business. Our covers stay the same obviously, Santana in the event our paths do cross, which they shouldn't, You'll resume being Naya and Kurt remains as Chris. Cedes, this is your mission phone, you know the drill, cover contact only." Quinn slipped a sleek rose gold IPhone into her hand. At Mercedes' dubious look, Quinn shrugged, "Sue's gone all out, after all, we're supposed to high society types, and they don't use burner flip phones." Mercedes went to put the phone in her pant pocket, when Quinn stopped her and took it from her hand.

"What?" Quinn looked away, eyes almost guilty. Santana laughed out loud and turned towards the showers.

"You've got to call him first Mercedes. Let him know you want your tour." God. Quinn typed the number in and pressed dial before sliding it back to Mercedes.

"Remind me to murder you."

"No one told you to fraternize."

Mercedes pouted but held the phone to her ear. Quinn was right, but it wasn't like she would tell her as much.

"Hello?" Sam's voice rang clear on the other side, and for a moment Mercedes felt a small tickle in her stomach, same as when she kissed him, but she reigned it in. You're officially a spy again Jones, get a fucking grip.

"Hi Sam. It's Amber, y'know from the Alzheimer's Gala." Yeah, the girl who rocked your damn world, then ditched you to chase down your thieving besties.

"Ah, Cinderella. I was worried I'd never hear from you again, especially since you didn't leave a shoe for me to find you with." Mercedes laughed despite herself. Sam was cute no doubt, but if he was the brains behind the heist she couldn't afford to lose her head.

"You know, you're lucky you left the gala early, apparently Princess Agatha's necklace was stolen." Mercedes pulled the phone away and shook her head at the heavens, 'You don't say?' she thought before speaking again, feigning both intrigue and astonishment.

"Are you serious? That's awful. Is she alright? I've only ever seen that kind of stuff on tv, and that it can get really violent." Mercedes rolled her eyes, sure she was laying it on a bit thick, but he'd probably appreciate the whole "little woman" thing.

"No, she's fine. Said something about another party guest helping her out. Hey, how exactly did you get my number?"

"Please, Sam, you're all over New York Time's society page, it wasn't that hard to track you down."

"Ah the dreaded page six. Well, at least it's good for something. Look, I'm throwing a party in the Hampton's this weekend, how about you and Diana stop by?"

"Hmm, I don't know, I was really looking forward to that tour you promised me." And the more private we get, the easier it'll be to find out just what the hell you're up to.

Sam chuckled, "How about we start with a tour of my place this Saturday during the party, then we can take on the city Sunday. That work for you?"

Piece of cake.

"Sounds good to me. See you Saturday."

SAM

Sam ended the call and kicked his legs out in happiness.

"Fuck yeah!"

Puck swiveled around in his chair, "She say yes?"

Sam grinned and clapped his hands together. "Yeah, she'll be here Saturday."

"Nice man. So now you can focus on something else, maybe?" Puck tossed his phone to Sam, who snatched it deftly out of the air. Sam took in the picture and nodded to Puck.

"This is it, this is the next mark."

MERCEDES

Mercedes' first night in the Bridgehampton house was less then peaceful. Without the familiar comfort of her own bed, she was plagued with night terrors of her training.

"What is your name?" The woman asks her in a low voice. Mercedes shivers, strapped to the chair and stripped down to her underwear. In theory this shouldn't be terrifying, she knows she can bow out when she truly wants to, C.H.E.E.R.I.O.S wanted to train her, not psychologically scar her, but in reality her current situation was fucking frightening. "What is your name?"

"Agent."

Wham.

Mercedes' head snaps back with the force of the woman's punch, the chair under her rattles. Mercedes knows exactly what the woman wants to hear, but Sue had told her being an agent meant forsaking your identity, all of it, no matter what the cost. She had watched Quinn go through the same thing, her best friend, her sister had gotten the beating of her life and took it all with a smile on her face, later she had said, 'I've had worse.'

The woman gave Mercedes three quick punches, rapid succession in the stomach, not waiting for her to catch her breath. The pain has her wheezing, and she stays bent over for a few seconds until her abuser wrenches her up by her hair.

"What is your name?" She hisses through white, perfectly straight teeth.

"AGENT." Mercedes groans, her throat thick. Fuck if she was gonna let this shit stop her. The orphanage beat the quitter out of her.

Stars explode behind her eyes with the impact of the woman's fist. This time Mercedes' nose starts bleeding. The copper taste fills her mouth and she spits to the side, staring at the small puddle of watery blood on the concrete floor.

This time the woman does not have to ask.

"My name is fucking Agent. And I can do this all day."

Mercedes winks.

The woman smiles.

Another punch.

Despite her unwanted memories, Mercedes woke ready for her mission. Apparently Sam's house party was an all white affair.

Saturday night came and Mercedes decked herself out in a simple white long sleeve bodycon dress, cut just above the knee, while Quinn sported a halter top and high waist skinny jeans.

"Ready?" Quinn eyed Mercedes as the stood in front of Sam's door, music barely muted behind the large double door. Mercedes smiled and knocked twice.

"Born ready." The door swung open to reveal Sam, with a grin on his face. "Hey girls! Glad you could make it."

"Oh I wouldn't miss it, you look good Sam." Mercedes took in Sam's white blazer, t-shirt and jeans, returned his smile and let him sweep her into a quick hug.

"Compared to you two? I might as well be wearing a paper bag. Come on in, let me show you two around."

"Actually Sam, if you don't mind, could you tell me where the restroom is?" Quinn interjected, already breaking away from the little cluster in Sam's doorway. He pointed the way and offered to show her.

"It's fine, I'll just ask around if I get lost." Mercedes watch Quinn slide away so she could plant bugs around the blond heir's home.

"Amber, let me show you around." Sam took her hand and led her through his maze of a house. Every corner seemed to be overflowing with New York's elites; beautiful models, young heirs and heiresses, socialites, singers, a few sons and daughters of politicians, all sharing in Sam's night of indulgence.

Speaking of indulgences…

"Coke? Classy." Mercedes muttered, watching actress, Tina Cohen-Chang finish a line off a clear glass table.

"Nothing wrong with a little fun. Promise you won't tell on me?"

Not for the drugs. "Of course not, what am I a cop?" a classic cop saying, smooth move Cedes. "Besides I've dabbled in a little fun myself."

"First of all that's what cops say. Second, I know, you're not the only one who can do a little deep page six diving. You and Diana were real wild in L.A." Mercedes raised an eyebrow, reasoning that she should probably shouldn't be so surprised, Kurt probably planted them.

"I know, but I've grown since then."

"And you and your boyfriend broke up?"

"My boyfriend?" Way to brief me, Quinn.

"Oh c'mon, I think I've proved I can read, Amber. All those pictures of you and that dark haired dude? On the beach?"

"Oh my god! You mean J-" Sam cut her off by raising his hand, "I don't think I wanna know his name. Ignorance is bliss and all that."

Mercedes grinned in response, silently thanking God Sam cut her off out of jealousy. 'I nearly gave him Jesse's name. The last thing I need is for Sam to find out that beach wasn't even in Cali in the first place.'

"Besides. He's on the East Coast and I'm here, with you, I think I've won this round." Drake began to pump through the house, the bass shaking the ground below Mercedes' feet. She leaned close to Sam whispering in his ear, "Hey, why don't you show me upstairs?"

SAM

Sam nearly fist pumped in the air in victory. He felt like he was thirteen again, fumbling and making a fool of himself over a girl, albeit an extremely pretty girl, 'with big brown eyes and a perfect smile and…I forget what I was even talking about.'. As soon as Sam finished the thought, Amber circled her arm around his and beamed up at him, "So? What are you thinking?" Sam swallowed thickly and led her to the staircase that went up to his room. 'Man the fuck up Evans! She obviously interested. You and boys pull off major heists for fun! You should be able to handle the thought of a girl in your room. She isn't the first, so what's the big deal.' Sam knew what the big deal was. The big deal was that Amber was way more chill than any fresh to the scene debutante or heiress, and don't get Sam wrong, there isn't anything wrong with those girls – Sam used to love those girls – but now Amber's showed up and she…kind of fucked him up. In a good way. Sam rationalized as he opened the door to his room. A very good way.

Sam couldn't help the way his eyes tracked Amber's body as she moved past him, travelled to his bed and plopped down in the middle, kicking off her shoes and wiggling her toes. She heaved a big sigh and settled back on her elbows.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Comfortable?"

Amber laughed, "Very. Come here." She patted the empty space beside her and Sam was powerless to disobey her. Amber sidled into Sam's lap, and laid her small hands on his chest, meeting his eyes unabashedly. "Kiss me, Sam."

Fuck.

Sam threaded his hands in her hair, "You aren't like most girls are you?" Amber drew back, frowning, eyebrows furrowed.

"What's wrong with most girls?"

"Nothing! I just…nevermind, I'm being stupid." Amber's face stayed dubious and Sam wondered if he had really stepped in it.

"Yeah, you are, but I'll give you something better to do." Their lips crashed together roughly, and Sam's hands drift down to Amber's ass. Sam kissed down Amber's jaw to her neck, biting slowly. Amber moaned under Sam's ministrations and ground her hips into his.

MERCEDES

Bzz.

Sam's hands slid up the opening of Mercedes' dress, rucking it up further than it had already been displaced. She nipped on his ear in response and hummed.

Bzz.

Mercedes felt a small vibration against her knee, and pulled back.

"Sam."

"Hmm?"

"Your phone is ringing."

"I don't have a phone." Sam murmured, bucking back into Mercedes, igniting a fire between her legs. For a second Mercedes considered letting it go, but was reined back in by the idea that she might hear something worthwhile.

Mercedes, you let him derail you once, don't let it happen again!

"You should take that. C'mon," she reached behind her and pulled his arms off her. "It might be important."

Sam scoffed, mouth shiny with Mercedes' lip gloss, "I doubt it." Still he waited for Mercedes to rise from their position before snaking his phone out of his jean pocket.

"Sam here."

Mercedes laid back onto the bed, eyes closed. All in a day's work.

Couldn't help but input my secret ship St. Jones into this chapter. I love it in a "they hate each other, but they think the other is hot" kinda way, I might include a flashback of what happened between Jesse and Cedes in Ibiza, what do you guys think? Writing Mercy getting beat up was harder than I thought tbh, I love her :'( Remember reviews are love!