A/N: I seem to be updating this really fast...but I'm not giving up on my other fanfic's, I just think it's better to write what I feel like writing instead of writing other stuff that'll turn out rubbish...
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Belikov was good. I'll give him that. I was sure I was going to end up with several bruises. His fist was racing towards my face; I flipped backwards, somehow managing to land on my feet. I grabbed his arm and bent it behind his back and kept on pulling until he bent over. I pushed him down and rested my foot on his back keeping him down. I kept his arm up high. He pulled out of it and tackled me to the floor. I ended up on top. He was on his front with his cheek pressed against the floor. I bent his arm round his back again and this time kept him pressed down with my bodyweight.
Breathing hard I whispered in his ear, "You lost. But, not as badly as some. Nice one." I jumped off him. And for the first time ever held my hand out to help someone up. He took it.
"Oh man, Ashford, you've soo lost your title." Castile said punching Ashford.
"Oh, you're so dead." Ashford jumped him.
"Guys! That's enough. You really are a group of girls. Belikov, you may have impressed me with your fighting, but, I don't know if you're actually any good. We'd better find out whether you can make it here or whether you just think you can because you past your tests!" I said.
"Oh, you're in for it." Jesse said, "She didn't want you here to begin with, and now you've wounded her enormously large ego, she is going to rip you to pieces."
"Zeklos, shut up!" I walked back into the locker room and changed.
Then I walked back into the gym. The guys were all beating each other up. Typical. I pulled Belikov out of the room by his shirt and down to the conference room. I sat him on the chair in front of the desk and took my seat on the other side. I propped my feet up on the desk and looked at him.
"So, you can fight. But, what else can you do?" I asked picking at my nails.
"Stuff."
I raised my eyebrows. "Stuff, could you narrow that down at all?"
"Not really." He said meeting my eyes. I stared him down. Eventually he dropped his gaze to the floor. I waited for him to talk.
"I don't really do much else, other than medical training. I've fought all my life. What about you, what can you do?"
"I told you, I don't do this sort of thing."
"What, talking? You do so much talking, but you never actually say anything." He said sitting up.
"Drop it." I said putting my feet back under the desk where they were supposed to be.
"All right, I'm sorry." He put his hands in the air.
"How did your previous assignments go?" I asked.
I asked him questions for hours. How he felt about leaving his friends and family forever, any hidden hobbies, talents, favourite food, films, every question that wouldn't seem important for his file, but that mattered if he was going to be part of the team. By the end of it I was satisfied it could work, as much as I didn't want it to.
"All right, welcome to the team." I stretched my hand out across the desk. He shook it. We left the room. The guys were still training in the gym.
"Guys, he passed. He's the new member of the team. Now, whose turn is it to cook?" I said walking into the gym. Everyone, but Jesse, pointed at Jesse.
"All right then Zeklos, go and get lunch started. I skipped breakfast so it'd better be good."
Jesse left looking annoyed.
"Ok, Ivashkov, weights, Davis, laps, Ashford and Castile, training and Belikov, you got me." The guys split off into groups. "I gotta change first." I said to Belikov before leaving. I changed back into the practice clothes I had worn before.
I walked back into the gym. Belikov was waiting, leaning against the wall, if it wasn't for the fact I wouldn't let myself get into a relationship and that I didn't like him, I probably would have said he was hot. I walked over to him.
"So, how do you normally train?" I asked quietly.
"Varies."
"On?" I was annoyed; he wouldn't give me a straight answer.
"Where I am, the mood I'm in, that sort of thing."
I looked at him and sighed. "If you're not careful I am going to kick your ass to hell."
"I thought you were going to rip me to pieces earlier as well. That never happened, you really are the classic example of all bark and no bite."
"All right, that's it!" I punched him.
Belikov fought back. This match wasn't to see what he had; it was fuelled by anger, mostly mine, making it all the more deadly. He pinned me down on the floor.
"You have anger management issues." He said breathing hard.
"Don't I know it." I kicked him off me and he flipped in the air landing on his feet. I jumped up.
In the end, somehow, I won. But it wasn't without a price. I was aching all over and my heart was racing. My head was pounding and I felt dizzy. I was on top of him with my hands on his chest holding him down and my face was inches from his. My mind started to wonder. I wouldn't let that happen. I hastily got off him. This time he got up without my helping hand, possibly because I didn't offer it.
I took Belikov over to the punch bag.
"You hit, I'll hold. Then we'll swap." I said. He nodded and I took a hold of it. He punched. And when he punched, he punched hard. My already bruised body was starting to complain, I wasn't used to actually having to use my skills. Belikov stopped.
"You want to swap?" He asked quietly.
"All right." I said letting go of the bag. He threw me the gloves and we swapped places. We ended up going on like that, occasionally swapping, and by the time Zeklos came back in we were both coated in sweat.
"Lunch is ready." Zeklos said. I walked into the locker room and changed. The guys had left, Ashford had stayed putting a few things away.
"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked him.
"In a minute. How's your first impression?"
"Of Belikov?"
"No, of the punch bag. Of course of Belikov!"
"He seems all right, he can fight, but he admitted that he can't do much else. Looks like we've got another you."
"Well, he's not American and he's not as awesome, so, we haven't got another me. Besides, he has a weird name doesn't have as cool a name." Ashford said grinning.
"You're so full of yourself, I'm leaving now, if I talk to you anymore I may explode." I said leaving the gym and walking into the food hall.
Zeklos handed me a plate with sandwiches on it.
"Gee Zeklos, don't waste your imagination on lunch, please." I said.
"My mother was a cook, I never had to learn. Sandwiches are the extent of my cooking skills. Leave me alone." He said handing me a drink.
"I know that you idiot, I've worked with you for six years." I walked over to the table. The guys moved up and I ended up sitting between Davis and Belikov.
"Have you got the assignment yet?" Adrian asked between bites.
"I don't know, I haven't checked." I admitted eating.
"Do you think we'll all be going?"
"I don't know that either. I left my psychic hat in my room." I said annoyed.
"Sorry," Adrian said looking sheepish.
"No, I overreacted, no sleep last night. Makes me grouchy."
"More than normal? Is that even possible?" Davis asked.
"Obviously, otherwise I'd be normal today."
"Hathaway, you never are normal." Davis said grinning.
"Shut up Davis." I said drinking some water. They laughed. I glanced at Belikov, he wasn't laughing, did he ever laugh?
I sighed and finished my lunch.
"I'll go and check now then shall I?" I said standing.
"Yes, you should." Ashford said taking my seat.
"Especially because I now have no chair." I left.
I walked to my room and switched on the computer. The assignment popped up.
I opened it. We had to rescue a Lieutenant called Hannah Reyan. First we had to check the crime scene for clues. Clues! Didn't they know we were more like the army than the FBI? Everyone was going. We'd split up in two vans and go round different ways. We'd take a break in the middle of the journey and there were two safe houses listed. One for each van. We'd spend the night there and then go the rest of the way to L.A., we were staying in the same place we stayed in when we screwed up, fantastic. There was the address of the crime scene and the witness accounts from her team. Why couldn't they look for her?
I took a quick cold shower. After training I was hot and sticky and a bath would take too long. When I was done I got dressed and blow-dried my hair. Then I went to tell the guys what was happening, I wasn't sure if they would agree with me, but I thought it was a shit assignment.
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