EIGHT: ENTICING
Amy glanced between the locked door, and the very calm thief who stood in front of her.
"I don't know vot you mean," Amy said.
Lucy couldn't help but laugh.
"Amy Bradshaw. The Perfect Score. The Poster Child of the D.E.B.S Academy. Born in 1985 to Helen and Martin Bradshaw in Los Angeles. One younger sister, Sarah, she's what, twelve now?"
Amy's eyes flickered in anger.
"Up until about a week ago, you were dating a Homeland Security Officer, Robert 'Bobby' Matthews. Does he know what it actually takes to get you off? Did he ever cuff you to his bed, or am I just special?"
"Shut up," Amy whispered softly.
Lucy shook her head and took a step closer to Amy. She lifted a hand to touch Amy's cheek. The spy didn't know whether to flinch away or to lean in closer. Lucy made the decision for her, fitting her own body as close to Amy's as was possible, and walking the spy backwards until she hit the wall. Amy closed her eyes, feeling the heat between them, the chemistry that rose every time they touched.
"You are exceptional, Amy," Lucy whispered. "Beautiful, crafty, cunning. And I am completely in love with you."
Amy's eyes snapped open. "Y-you are?" she asked, hope in her voice. "Still?"
"Always," Lucy replied, crushing their lips together.
Amy groaned softly, and pulled Lucy closer, wanting to crawl inside her lover's skin. Despite the insanity of it all, she couldn't help the feelings that flew to the surface at Lucy's words.
"D'you love me?" Lucy whispered.
"Yes," Amy replied, so glad to admit that simple truth as Amy Bradshaw, rather than as Ninotchka Kaprova.
"D'you trust me?"
"With my life," the spy confessed.
Lucy couldn't help the smile that grew on her face. As much as she'd grown used to the Russian accent, she preferred Amy's true voice, so soft and gentle. She gave in to the urge to kiss those inviting lips, her growing addiction to Amy's kissed making them a necessity rather than a wish.
Amy lost herself to her girlfriend's passion, clinging tightly to Lucy's waist, running her hands up and under Lucy's shirt, revelling in the warm skin that she'd become so familiar with over the last few days. What was it about Lucy Diamond that could make her completely forget her surroundings?
Amy pulled away, but only enough to catch her breath. The sound of their breathing seemed to echo in the vault, and Amy could have sworn that she could hear fireworks cracking outside.
Fireworks...
The first time she'd ever heard guns being fired, she'd looked skywards, to see what was being celebrated. Those weren't fireworks.
"Luce..."
"Shhh, you trust me, remember?" Lucy reminded her.
Amy nodded, her heart in her throat. "My friends..."
"Will be fine," Lucy assured her. "You don't think you're the only one shooting tranqs, do you?"
Amy wondered for a moment how Lucy had known that she'd been shooting tranquilizers, rather than bullets. Then again, Lucy seemingly knew everything, so she really shouldn't have been surprised.
"But, your guys...my team aren't shooting blanks," Amy warned.
"They're professionals," Lucy assured her. "They'll be fine."
"They won't stop coming after me," Amy said.
"You can stop them," Lucy replied. "You can make them stop."
Amy's brows furrowed. "How? I'm a D.E.B, and you're a thief. How can this possibly work?"
"You don't have to be a D.E.B," came Lucy's easy answer. "Like I said, you're beautiful, you're crafty and you're cunning. Come with me. Think of what we could do...together."
The spy hesitated, working it over in her mind. The thought was tempting. So tempting. Running away with Lucy seemed like such an easy answer. And yet...there was still so much about Lucy that Amy couldn't understand. She and Lucy were from such different worlds.
"Diamond thieves?" Amy asked.
"Not just diamonds," Lucy said. "Baby, we could do anything. You don't have to be a spy."
Amy closed her eyes and leant her head against Lucy's shoulder.
"I...I can't be a criminal," Amy confessed.
Lucy stiffened and drew away from her lover. She reached out to touch Amy's chin, tilting the blonde's head up so their eyes could meet.
"We'd be the greatest team there's ever been," Lucy said.
"I know...but I can't," Amy said.
Lucy turned away, not wanting Amy to see the tears that were developing.
"I love you," Amy said. "But I can't...I can't go with you."
The gunfire came closer and closer, and Lucy seemed to struggle with the decision that Amy had made. She finally pulled away from Amy, nodding her reluctant acceptance.
"Alright. So, you'll...you'll go back to the D.E.B.S. Go back to chasing me," Lucy said.
"I wouldn't catch you," Amy whispered.
"Until one day, when you'd have to," Lucy said.
Amy stared in utter desolation. She couldn't understand how things had become so complicated in only a matter of minutes.
"Luce..."
"Don't...don't say anything. Just, do me a favour. When you get back to your team...don't forget me."
"Never!" Amy cried. "I could never forget you."
Lucy walked to the door, and produced a lock-picking kit, which she used expertly to open the safe from inside.
"I'm gonna come find you," Lucy promised. "Count on it."
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Amy rounded a corner, her gun drawn, eyes alert. Following the sound of the gunfire may not have been the best of ideas for a normal person, but as a D.E.B, she'd discovered that gunfire always lead you to where you were needed most.
Amy carefully navigated her way across the room, using the evenly spaced columns in the lobby to give her cover. Across the room, Max, Janet and Dominique were pinned down, unable to move from their positions.
Amy, unnoticed by either side, took careful aim and began shooting at Lucy's team. She was just glad that her bullets were only tranquilizers, rather than the live rounds that would usually be used in a confrontation like this. After spending a week with Lucy and her boys, she didn't think she had the heart to shoot them. Not after having seen them gathered around a table, playing bingo, or lip-syncing to music during their downtime. The boys, for all their famed notoriety, were all teddy-bears underneath.
Three of them went down to Amy's tranqs before the other turned tail and fled.
Janet, Max and Dominique all watched in amusement at the sudden retreat.
"What took you guys so long?" Amy asked.
"Amy!" Janet yelled, rushing over to greet the blonde, hugging her tightly until Amy struggled to draw breath. Janet reluctantly let go. "I am so sorry, oh my god, I had no idea that I could accidentally shoot you, and tell me that you're alright, because I have not slept in like a week, and all that's keeping me going right now is a whole lot of coffee."
Amy tried not to snicker at Janet's rambled apology. "I can see that," Amy said. "And I'll be fine, I promise you. I just needed a few stitches, and that was it. I was mostly in bed for the rest of the week. I'm fine I promise you."
Amy just hoped that no one asked what exactly she'd been doing whilst she was in bed for most of the week.
"Good to have you back, Bradshaw," Max said gruffly.
Amy grinned. For Max, that had been almost downright emotional.
"I did not think I would miss you, but I found that I did," Dominique said. "Welcome back."
"Thanks Dom," Amy said. "Now...should we go kick some Diamond butt?"
"Your cover's blown?" Janet asked.
"Yeah. Me trying to shoot Diamond didn't really endear me to her," Amy improvised. "I wasn't getting much in the way of information out of her. She played everything pretty close to the chest."
Heh.
"Alright. Let's see if we can arrest this bitch once and for all," Max said.
The sudden screeching of tyres from outside, however, delayed their plan. The four D.E.B.S raced out the door, onto to see a two sets of tail-lights travelling into the distance.
"Damn. So much for that idea," Max sighed.
"We could follow zem," Dominique suggested. "Do you not know ze way, Amy?"
Amy nodded. "We'd need a little more prep time, but sure, I could take you there. They're security is tight, though. We'd never get in tonight. They'll be expecting us."
Max sighed. "No. Let's report back to HQ. We'll talk to Mr P. and get our directive. The main thing is that we've got Amy back. And no doubt you've got all sorts of intel that we can use."
Amy nodded. "I certainly learned a lot."
"Good," Max said. "Let's head home, then."
