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Spy work isn't always karate-chops and laser beams (unless you're in a very bad position with a Swedish bank, in which spy work is exactly that). It's a lot of waiting. A lot of waiting.

The traffic was bad that Sunday morning in Barcelona, vehicals crowding the narrow streets, bikers whizzing by their slow-moving car. Joe was cool and calm during the ride; Abby was just short of annoyed. They were sure to miss the interception at the airport if the traffic wouldn't let up, and at this rate, they'd be lucky if they'd be out of the city by the afternoon.

Joe tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, looking out the window to see if there was any sign of the traffic letting up. Abby crossed her arms and thought up various ways to cheat their way out of the wait, but unfortunately, stealing a motorcycle wasn't very low-key.

Then, she spoke up. "I spy something... Brown."

Joe looked at her, obviously caught off guard. He tried to bite back a laugh. "Excuse me?"

Abby looked at him, her expression deadpan. "What?"

Joe looked back at the car in front of them that had only moved two inches in the last six minutes. "Are you trying to play 'I Spy' with me? In the car?"

Abby failed to see the issue. "Well... Yeah."

"On our way to intercept a potentially dangerous package?"

"Looks like it."

"While Langley anxiously waits for our successful return?"

"Joe, answer the damn question."

He looked around their limited view of the city.

"Is it the... Is it that chair next to the blue bike?"

"Go fish."

"Is it..." Joe looked behind his shoulder. "The fruit stand?"

Abby smiled. "Guess again."

Joe, a well-seasoned operative trained in the arts of noticing things was at a loss. He searched for whatever brown object she was talking about, offering his best observations only to have them turned down.

"I give up." He said after his eleventh try, leaning back in his chair as their car moved forward another inch. "What is it?"

Abby had been fingering at her soft hair, smirking. She held up a of strand, cocking a curious eyebrow at her partner.

"Look harder." She said, and then it hit him.

"It's your hair?" He asked incredulously, wondering why he hadn't even thought of it.

"Bingo."

"You're... Isn't that against the rules?"

Abby was pleased with herself. "Nope. All is fair in love and I Spy."

"As a spy, I detest that statement."

"As a fellow spy and best friend, I can confirm that there is absolutely no 'I Spy Handbook' waiting out there on a lonely bookshelf. Trust me."

Joe laughed. The traffic finally eased up enough for there to be a regular flow of cars passing by, car horns silenced so that people could get on with their lives.

"You're something else, Abigail Cameron."

She sat back in her seat with a self-satisfied smirk. "I try."