Audrey was pressing her forehead against the cool window, massaging her temples with her fingertips. "Now, I'm surer than shit that I've told you this before; but we do not mess with cops. And, somehow, your brain translated that into… 'let's go fuck with the army'?" She hissed incredulously at Mello. "How in the sam hills do you think we can pull this off?" she questioned, turning angrily to his face instead of staring out the window.

Mello glanced at her out of the corner of his eye before focusing on the road again. "I recall you saying that you wanted to see my brilliant planning skills in action?" he asked rhetorically with an air of smugness that made Audrey scoff. "All you have to do is let me do all the talking. Just sit there in your suit and look pretty" Mello stated with a smirk, taking another peek at her before focusing on the road.

Mello had insisted that the suit be tailored to her curves when they changed at the suit shop, he said it would make the two of them 'more likeable' to the Army, which made it oh-so-comforting to hear he was pimping out her figure. Even if the plain black ensemble was flattering on her, it still had an air of professionalism that was certainly not her style. Audrey would suffer through it either way because, hey, at least she got to see Mello wear something that wasn't leather. The two of them together certainly looked official in their new suits, complete with the fake FBI badges Matt had expertly crafted for them.

"Oh, and no surprise knives from your boot or some shit this time. Even if, for some insane reason, you think my plan is going south; don't take matters into your own hands. Nearly got you killed last time… you idiot" Mello ordered, squinting his eyes with annoyance at the road.

Audrey rolled her eyes at him "whatever, Bill was about to shoot me anyway. But orders are orders; I'll wait for your approval whenever I do anything…" She paused before continuing sarcastically "by the way, do I have permission to breathe?" she finished, Mello giving her a fake 'haha' before directing the escalade to a stop at the army base security checkpoint.

Mello rolled down the window just as the guard turned on the speaker "good evening to you sir, I just need to see some identification before I let the two of you pass" the speaker crackled.

"Agents Slaton and McKinnley, we're here to obtain some items. I'm sure you're supervisor has talked to you about us" Mello said, showing the window both of their fake ID's.

Audrey was surprised when the guard nodded and let them through without another word. "What, did you really call ahead?" she questioned him curiously.

"There is such a thing as foresight, McKinnley" Mello answered with a smirk, handing her back her clip ID which she quickly re-attached to her suit pocket. That better mean that this is going to go off without a hitch, Audrey thought, because if I get shot again I swear I'm gunna slap him.

They parked the car in covered visitors parking before walking into the main building, Mello leading her straight to the reception desk. "I believe we have an appointment with the Sergeant Major" Mello stated to the bored-looking woman.

"I'm going to need your names and ranks, please" she requested and Mello frowned.

"We already have an appointment" He said, but the woman said nothing, so he continued. "Look, I'm agent Slaton from the FBI; and this is a matter of homeland security" he stated, showing her his fake ID. The girl quickly rebuked herself, sitting up straight as a board.

"I'm very sorry sir, it's just the new policy, sir. I'll page him right away" she said nervously before snatching up the phone and dialing a quick extension. "Hello? Mr. Mathers, there are two people from the FBI here to see you. You were expecting them? Oh, I'm sorry I—yes, yes sir. Right away, sir" the woman prattled into the other line before hanging up and turning her attention back to Mello and Audrey. "He's all ready for you. Third floor, office 2A. It's on the right" she explained, and they quickly set out for the elevator.

"So far, so good. Still doubting my skills?" Mello asked when the elevator doors closed, leaving just the two of them in the small room. Audrey sighed and ignored him, choosing to focus on the blinking numbers as they neared the third floor. This is good, she thought, being annoyed with him is keeping me from handling him with kid gloves. I just gotta keep focused. The door let out a 'ding' as it reached their floor, but Mello put an arm out in front of her as she prepared to step out. "Remember, let me do the talking" he stated, Audrey rolled her eyes at him before shoving his arm away and walking briskly out the elevator.

They silently made their way to office 2A, where a closed door greeted them. Mello gave two short knocks and was met with a "Come in". The voice sounded strong and confident, and as Mello opened the door, it was apparent that it fit with the man behind it. A handsome, buff black man looked up and smiled at the two of them from behind his large oak desk fraught with papers. He stood, extending a hand to Mello as he looked both of them over "You must be the FBI agents, I'm sergeant major Mathers" he stated, shaking first Mello's hand and then Audrey's.

"I'm agent Slaton, and this is my associate agent McKinnley" Mello stated, gesturing to Audrey as he spoke. "I trust everything is ready for us?" Mello asked. Mathers gave a nod before turning to his coat rack to retrieve his uniform hat.

"Yes, everything has been looked over by our engineers and should be in perfect working order, but I'm sure you'd rather see for yourself. So let's head on out to the graveyard" the sergeant major stated, opening the door for Audrey, a begrudging Mello following. They began walking the long corridor as Mathers struck up more conversation. "You know it's a strange thing that you two are picking this up at night, we usually get a request for more than one at a time too. But I suppose you can't tell me anything about that…" He said.

Audrey spoke up quickly. "This whole operation is highly classified" she bluffed as they came to a metal door. As Mathers fiddled with the door, Mello gave Audrey a dark look that seemed to shout 'I told you that I would do the talking, idiot!'. Audrey frowned at him, she was only helping after all. Mathers swiped his ID card and swung the door open, revealing the inside of a busy massive hanger. The group began their decent by way of the metal catwalk and staircases.

"I expected such, you FBI types are always 'it's classified this, top secret that'" Mathers stated in response to Audrey. "Either way, I'm sure you will find our equipment highly satisfactory. Given that everything in the graveyard is maintained, if need be assembled in a matter of hours, the missile you want is in great condition" Mathers boasted as they reached the hanger floor. Suddenly, the lighthearted man was stone as he stopped a passing private. "Davis, get me a tram" Mathers ordered, and the private saluted before scurrying away in fear.

"When we do reach the missile, it's still protocol that I check it out" Mello stated briskly.

Audrey cut in, just to spite Mello. "Although, we certainly trust your word, Sergeant Major" she said warmly with a small smile and batting of her eyes, something that Mathers smiled at immediately.

"I was starting to think you were a mute, Mckinnley. You've hardly said a sentence." Mathers said with a chuckle. "And you may call me Daniel" He finished with a grin.

Audrey smiled at Daniel and snuck a slide glance at Mello. Few things displayed his emotions as he desperately tried to keep his anger in check; but his clenched teeth and glaring eyes gave away that he was definitely steamed at her innocent flirting. Well, if he wanted me to be sexy for the Sergeant Major, then he's got it, she thought wickedly. "Well, in that case, feel free to call me Rebecca" she said with a sweet smile at Daniel, thankfully remembering the first name on her badge.

"oh, and here we are with the tram" Daniel said as the private appeared in the vehicle before hopping out of the seat and saluting. Daniel gestured for Audrey to take the front seat before turning to dismiss the private and climbing in the drivers seat. Mello slunk into the back seat, desperately fighting his urge to punch something.

"Rebecca is a beautiful name" Daniel stated as they began their drive through the massive graveyard of planes and trucks and other military equipment.

Audrey smiled at him "why thank you. You have quite a lovely name as well, am I right in thinking it means 'handsome'?" she asked coquettishly.

"Where exactly is this missile?" Mello interrupted suddenly, the grinding of his teeth evident in his speech. Audrey looked back at him and smirked to find him glaring with unmistakable rage at her. This is why you don't tell me to shut up and let the men do the talking, Audrey thought triumphantly, almost giggling at him before she turned around.

"Um, it should be just around this bend, Slaton. Give me about 7 more minutes and we'll be at it" Daniel said, clearly a tad annoyed, before glancing at Audrey to give her a smile. "now, I detect a twang in your voice, Rebecca, where are you from exactly?" he questioned smoothly.

Audrey grinned, proud of her Texan roots. "Born and raised in Texas, most beautiful place I can call home" she answered.

"No kidding? I wasn't born there, but I lived in Austin for a good heap of my life. Theirs some good people in Texas, if you're any testament to that" he said with a wink.

Audrey let out a short girlish chuckle, acting at its best. "You flatter me" she said with another bat of her eyelashes as they came to a stop. She stepped out and nearly laughed out loud when she saw Mello clutching the seat, glaring at her, before he got out as well.

"Now, the control panel's along this side right here. Mckinnley, allow me to show you to it" Daniel stated suavely before Mello swooped between them and clamped a hand on Audrey's arm.

"that won't be necessary, I've got it, Daniel" Mello said with obvious distaste before dragging Audrey along with him to the side panel. As soon as they were out of earshot, Mello was speaking in a hard voice; the one he used when he didn't want to yell but was clearly pissed. "what the fuck do you think you're doing over there, parading around like you're some fucking whore for him. Jesus, why don't you just shove your hand in his pants already?" Mello spat the words at her, while still sliding off the panel and checking the electronics of the missile.

She fought the urge to slap him. "don't you fucking call me a whore, you asshole! didn't you tell me at the suit shop that it should fit my curves so I could be some fucking eye candy? I'm jut doing what you asked! Or do I need permission to tell him my fake name?" she said with a glare. Maybe she did go a bit too far with the handsome thing, but what gives him the right to call her names?

"I never asked you to try and sleep with him, whore" Mello stated. "and eye candy only fucking speaks when its spoken to" Mello finished, slamming the panel shut and striding back over to Daniel, Audrey fuming but having no choice but to follow him.

"everything checks out just fine" Mello stated, calmer than he had been before since he let off some steam at Audrey. Daniel was giving the two of them a strange look, but nodded.

"Should I arrange a truck to deliver it, or should I get you all a tow to attach it, or will someone else be picking it up?" Daniel enquired.

"Delivery will be fine, but I'm only entrusting you personally with the address. No one else is to know" Mello said, handing Daniel a small piece of paper that was in his suit pocket. "Please assure that it is delivered exactly on that date and time" Mello stressed, the date was three days before they actually needed it. They all returned to the tram to go back to the main building. The ride back was silent, Audrey would have spoken up, if she wasn't busy thinking of what she was going to say to Mello when they got back in the car.

Eventually, they returned to the building and Daniel walked them to the front doors accompanied by silence. He looked bewildered as Audrey gave him nothing other than a wordless handshake in Farwell. At that, Mello looked particularly smug, but Audrey waited until they walked through the large parking lot and got in the car until she smacked the smugness of his face with a sharp slap.

Mello didn't even let out a sound of surprise or pain as he was hit, but his eyes burned when he turned slowly back to face her. His cheek was already bright red from the force of her hand. "Did you just hit me?" Mello asked coldly, rhetorically, in a way that made her shiver. She was determined not to let the furiousness fall from her face, for him to see a weakness in her, for him to see she was scared at that moment. "Did you just fucking hit me?" he repeated, yelling this time.

He lurched forward in the seat, instantly trapping her between him and the car door and holding her arms in his vice-like hands against the glass of the window. His eyes were making her stomach turn, but oddly enough, not in a bad way-and that was enough to make her scowl harder at him. Their close proximity wasn't helping her reaction, and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. "Fuck you, asshole… No one calls me a damn whore" she stated, her voice out of breath but still furious after she'd re-doubled her resolve to hide the feelings churning in her stomach. The tension was tearing her apart, whatever he was going to do, why hadn't he already?

"you're mine" he stated, in his quietly enraged tone. "I'm your boss, and if you act like a whore, then I'm going to call you one" he said before pausing. "If I wanted someone to sell sex in there, I would have gotten one of the prostitutes. You just look damn good in a suit" he stated, suddenly retreating to his side of the car in one smooth movement and leaving her to slump back into her seat. It had stopped all too soon in her opinion, and her head swam in confusion. Did he just compliment me? Did I just loose a fight? Why do I want him back, trapping me like that again? Audrey thought, deciding she needed some definite sleep tonight.

The ride back to the headquarters was filled with more silence, and she hopped on her bike immediately once they arrived, Mello doing nothing to stop her as she zoomed out of the parking garage. "You're mine", his words repeating in her thoughts. Why did her heart start racing at that? "You're mine", she thought again, He said it in an 'I'm your boss, I own you' way …hadn't he? She shook her head, an action that almost caused her to absently turn into the lane beside her, where she would have been hit by the large SUV that was honking at her now. She flipped off the driver without a second thought. "You're mine" The way he said it, the way he'd been trapping me, it was almost… She ran a red light, shocking herself back to her senses at the many loud horns that blared at her, although none of the cars hit her as she weaved around them. Thankfully, she was turning into the alley next to her apartment where she parked her bike, so she didn't have to worry about almost having another crash. Her head was so far in the clouds she could probably see angels if she squinted.

She climbed up the fire escape, in order to get to her room quicker. "You're mine" the nagging Mello-like voice in the back of her mind repeated again. The way he said it, it was… "sexy" she finished out loud, about to turn open her door when she froze. What the hell did I just say? She thought in shock, reminded of how she'd considered Mello's attractiveness the night before. "he is my boss, he is my boss, he is my damn boss" she repeated aloud like a mantra, kicking open her door and slamming it shut before stomping over to her kitchenette.

She rummaged through the cabinets before she found a bottle of vodka, twisting off the cap and taking two big gulps. Her thoughts far to jumbled to concentrate on anything, she drank until her mind stopped humming with the semblance of stupid thoughts about her hot boss. After she was a quarter-through the bottle, she stumbled to her bed and stripped before falling into the mattress. The sleep she found there was quick and welcome, for once, she didn't want to think.