Title: Covert Affairs 11/?

Author: GreysAddictJ

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: NC-17/M (For later chapters)

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No infringement intended. Also, I don't use a beta, so all mistakes are mine.

Summary: A/U – Callie Torres is a badass. A professional badass. As a spy working for the United States government, it is her job to protect the American people from threats that they don't even know exist. She's awesome at her job. Focused and in control. Except when it comes to the mysterious blonde she needs to help her with her most dangerous mission yet. This is a reader-driven fic. How the next chapter begins will be decided by reader vote.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. Working like crazy. Story of my life.

Arizona awoke enveloped in Callie's strong arms as the first morning light broke through the curtains. She smiled to herself as she recalled last night's activities from the safety and comfort of Callie's embrace. It had been near perfect, after all of the interruptions had ceased and they'd finally gotten down to business. She'd never felt like this. So happy, so secure, so content. Which made her heart swell, until she remembered the reason she was with this incredible woman in the first place. The mission. Getting into the secrets of this compound. Saving him. Possibly saving the world. Yes. As lovely, as perfect as she felt at that moment, neither of them could afford to get too caught up in some whirlwind romance that would probably end as soon as the mission was over. She wasn't a fool. People with jobs like Callie's – they didn't stay in one place long. Always on the go, meeting new people, probably sleeping with them, chasing that next bad guy, that next adrenaline high. That type of person was not the type to settle down. So no getting attached. Maybe have a little fun, if it didn't get in the way of the mission. But nothing more. Arizona couldn't help but feel as though it was already too late. She already had feelings for this woman. She was already falling. And she, that Seal, and the free world, couldn't afford for that to happen.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Callie's voice was a sudden and very welcome interruption to her private thoughts. Arizona shivered as Callie's lips began to lightly graze across the nape of her neck.

Arizona snuggled back further into Callie's arms as she pondered what to say. She wanted to tell Callie exactly what she was feeling – excited, content, happy, confused. But this was new. So she needed be cautious. Finally, she responded in a whisper, aware that they might have an audience. "Nothing much. Just about how awesome last night is . . . once we got all those interruptions out of the way. And how I wished things weren't so complicated . . . so I could keep you in bed all day."

Callie chuckled and grinned into Arizona's hair. Complicated didn't begin to describe it. She knew that whatever was between them was probably just a fling. Just lust born out of boredom and . . . at least on her part . . . a serious lack of bedroom action for quite some time. It was just a way to pass some time, relieve some stress. Even so, she couldn't ignore the fluttery dance her heart did every time she saw, or even thought about Arizona. She knew it was absurd. They barely knew each other.

Callie distracted herself by playing with Arizona's hair, twirling the golden strands around her fingers. Normally she was very good at separating her emotions from her sexual needs. With a job like hers, there wasn't a lot of room for close personal relationships. Not only were they difficult to maintain, given her constant travel and unavailability, but they could be a liability. The less she cared, the less risk that an enemy could exploit her feelings. Deep down, Callie longed for love. She typically was the type who wore her heart on her sleeve, but as a spy, she'd had to learn to contain that part of herself. And she'd convinced herself that right now, love was nothing more than a weakness, a risk she couldn't take.

Callie rolled over so that she was atop Arizona, determined to push her troubling thoughts aside. She captured Arizona's lips and quickly deepened the kiss. Arizona reached up and tangled her hands in Callie's raven locks. Arizona then slipped her hands beneath Callie's top, needing desperately to touch her, to feel her bare skin.

Callie struggled to maintain her focus. She hadn't intended to do anything more than give Arizona a quick peck on the lips. However, the moment she'd come in contact with those sweet, supple lips, felt Arizona's body pressed against her own, all rational thought fled her mind. Somehow, after a few indulgent moments, Callie managed to gather her last ounce of self-control. She pulled back, kissed Arizona on the nose, and rolled off of her and out of bed. "A lazy day in bed would be nice, but we've got to go get our stuff. And then check out the club. Busy day." Callie said with a smirk.

Arizona crossed her arms and let out a big sigh. "Tease." She muttered under her breath before getting up. Callie laughed, silently musing that Arizona wasn't the only one she'd just gotten all worked up for nothing.

After readying themselves, perhaps taking a little longer to undress and dress than was strictly necessary, they headed downstairs. Surprisingly, they saw Alex, looking bored, lounging in a chair in the lobby. When he noticed them, he stood.

"So I'm taking you to get your stuff. Let's go." He said, turning towards the exit.

They nodded and followed him. "We isn't he cheery this morning." Callie whispered to Arizona.

Arizona laughed. "He's just upset that he didn't get his three-way with the lesbians last night. He'll get over it."

They followed him in silence, climbing back into the decrepit pick up truck that had brought them there.

The first few minutes of the ride were quiet, no one eager to be the first to break the ice. There were no pretenses this time, no denial of their feelings, no unspoken tension. Callie reached over and took Arizona's hand in hers.

Arizona smiled to herself as she savored the safe, content feeling that holding Callie's hand brought to her. Just a small simple gesture like that made her warm and happy all over.

Callie couldn't believe how wonderful the feel of Arizona's soft hand in hers was. She wasn't used to this. Usually, she was a woman of action. Craving the next adrenaline rush, the next chase, the next mystery. Frankly, she'd suspected that her overwhelming need for Arizona was nothing more than that – the need to chase, a delicious game of cat and mouse. She'd expected that once she'd actually captured her prey, actually slept with Arizona, the desire, the all-encompassing pull towards this woman, would fade. That was usually how she operated. But despite their searing, scorching, mind-blowing encounter of the night before, her flames of passion had not died down. In fact, they'd done nothing but continue to grow. Yes, she, Callie Torres, normally the love 'em and leave 'em type, was over the moon because she was holding a girl's hand. She was a goner. Callie's heart nearly stopped as Arizona leaned over and put her head on her shoulder. The gesture, one of comfort and trust, made Callie's heart melt just a little more. Needing to distract herself, unable to admit to herself that maybe there was something more between them than lust, Callie spoke.

"So . . . uh. Thanks, Alex." Callie said tentatively. She wasn't sure if the truck was a safe place to talk or not, so she left it to him to broach any more sensitive topics.

He shrugged. "It's fine. I figured I owed you. You know, after leaving you guys with that jackass."

"So you don't like him?" Arizona chimed in.

"Hell no." Alex said. "He's an asshole and he's creepy. There's definitely something off about that dude and his friends. I got in a tight spot and made the mistake of borrowing some money from him. Now I'm stuck as his glorified errand boy until I pay off the debt."

"And if you don't do as he asks?" Arizona inquired.

"I don't have much choice. Have you seen all those goons he has working for him? Dude is dangerous." Alex said

You have no idea, Callie thought to herself. "Well, anyway. Thanks. I'm sure we can handle ourselves."

"You may think that. But be careful. I know they treat their chicks right, but keep an eye out. There's something weird going down at that club." He said.

"What do you mean by weird?" Callie asked.

"They run that joint like a maximum security prison, not a country club. And there's always a ton of extra traffic out there about once a month. Big trucks. Things that you wouldn't see at club like that."

"What if they're just getting deliveries?" Callie asked, silently making a note keep an eye out for those trucks.

"Maybe. But I'm telling you. That place is sketchy. Are you sure you want to go back? I'm willing to take the blame if you want to, you know, escape or something. Wouldn't be the first time it's happened. Those old dudes have a way of creeping chicks out. They're used to a few runners now and then."

"Thanks for the offer, Alex, but we're fine." Callie replied.

He pulled up to their hotel. "I've got a few things to pick up for McCreepy and his friends. I'll swing by in about an hour and get you. What room are you in?"

"1206." Callie replied.

"Thanks, Alex." Arizona replied, a perky smile on her face as she hopped out of the truck. Callie could help but smile too. There was something about this woman's sunny exuberance that just wore off on her. She slid out of the truck and slammed the door shut. She followed Arizona inside taking a little time to watch Arizona's gorgeous ass sway as she walked. Callie caught herself smiling goofily again. This woman was turning her into a ball of mush. It was far from bad ass.

After a few quick kisses, they separated, each heading to their own room to grab their things. Callie packed up anything she thought might be useful, but not suspicious. Since their rooms at the compounds were far from secure, she wouldn't be bringing any incriminating files along. She took a calculated risk, concealing a couple of small firearms in a locked concealed compartment in her suitcase. Now that she knew their security measures, that there weren't any metal detectors or other problems at the front door, she felt safe bringing in some firepower. Needed to make sure that they could be armed if they needed to be. And right now, Paolo and his goons had no reason to believe they were anything other than gold-digging tourists. Satisfied that she'd packed everything she'd need, she took a moment to call headquarters for a quick check in.

After a few moments, she was transferred to Webber. "Torres. What's the latest?" He asked.

"We've managed to get an invite to the compound. As friendly escorts for the gentlemen of the so-called club." Callie replied.

"Good work, Torres. And you said that we've managed to get an invite. I take it that means that you've worked things out with Dr. Robbins?"

"Yes, sir. We're uh . . ." Callie stumbled as she thought about the events of the previous evening. "Things are good."

"Torres . . ." Webber said with a groan. "Please don't tell me you're sleeping with her already. There's a very important objective here. Don't forget that just because you need to get laid."

"No sir. Don't worry. Completely professional. I'd never let something like that get in the way of my duties." Callie replied, hoping he'd let the issue drop.

"Very well." Webber said.

Callie let out a sigh, thankful he'd believed her. "Ok. Well, I wanted to check in before we head out to the compound. I'm not sure how easy it will be for me to get a message out. They're definitely of the suspicious sort. All sorts of security and armed guards. And our rooms our bugged." This was normal. Callie often went days without being able to check in during missions. It was par for the course.

"Be careful Torres. These guys are dangerous. And insane. Which is a deadly combination."

"Will do, sir." Callie replied.

"Oh and Torres?" Webbed added.

"Yeah?"

"Don't break her heart before the mission's over. Don't forget that you need Robbins for her expertise. Not just for your own personal entertainment."

Callie sighed. He'd seen through her. Not that it would have been difficult. "Understood. I'll talk to you when I can, Richard."

"Good luck, Torres. You're going to need it."

Arizona gathered some things and then took a moment to sit on her bed and reflect. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the framed photo she'd set out on her desk. She reached over and grabbed it. She gazed at the picture, she'd been with her brother Timothy, both smiling and carefree. Matching smiles and dimples. Happy and untouched by the tragedy that would strike later. That would take Timothy away from her. With all of her feelings for Callie, she'd let herself get distracted. She needed to reflect for a moment, to remind herself about why she'd agreed to take this mission. Why she needed to remain focused, to keep herself from falling for Callie. Tim was a Navy Seal. Had put his life on the line for their country. And now, it was her turn. To pay Tim back. To pay all those Seals back. And to do her duty for their country. To be the good man in a storm that her parents had raised her to be. Now was no time for intimate attachments. It was time to pull back. To resist. To go back to that compound and do what she . . . what they . . . had been called on to do. Sighing, she wiped a rogue tear away from her eye. Whether that tear had been shed for her brother or for the relationship she knew she couldn't afford to have with Callie, she wasn't quite sure. Setting the picture back on the desk, she grabbed her bag and headed to Callie's room. She steeled herself, swearing that from that point forward, she wouldn't lose sight of the mission. Too bad it felt as though she was already losing her heart.

Callie smiled as she heard the tentative knock at the door. She didn't know quite what it was, but Arizona just brightened her day. The very presence of the woman made her feel giddy and light-hearted. She swung the door open, a big grin on her face. "Hey." Callie said, attempting to draw Arizona into her arms.

"Hey." Arizona said, a serious look on her face. She resisted Callie's pull and strode into the room.

Callie looked at her, a look of confusion painted across her face. "What's up?" She said, wondering what was troubling Arizona.

"Nothing . . . just." Arizona sat down and ran a nervous hand through her hair. "I think maybe we should take a step back. Focus on the mission. I feel like this . . . thing . . . whatever it is . . . between us. Well, it's a distraction."

"So what are you saying?" Callie said, her heart sinking.

"I think we should keep things strictly professional from now on." Arizona said in a rushed cadence. Her heart broke as she said it. It was the last thing she really wanted. But it wasn't all about what she wanted. It was about her commitment. To do whatever it took to make sure the mission didn't fail.

"Okay . . ." Callie said. "I can't say I really understand your sudden change of heart. But I have to respect it."

"Thanks." Arizona said, staring down at her hands.

Callie couldn't figure her out. Clearly, Arizona was about as happy about this as she was. So why was she doing it? She was so hot and cold. "Can I ask why? This morning you were talking about staying in bed all day. What changed?"

Arizona opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment, a knock sounded at the door. Callie rose to answer the door, letting Alex in. Arizona was a bit relieved for the interruption. It gave her some time to think about what exactly to tell Callie.

Alex walked in. "Ready to hit the road?" He asked.

They nodded and began grabbing their bags.

"Before we go. I've got to ask. You two are up to something, right? What is it? You can trust me. You know, I gave you that key and all. So what exactly are you doing out here? No one in their right mind would willingly go back to that place."

Callie met Arizona's eyes, signaling that she'd handle it.

A/N: Okay, it's vote time! Sorry if this chapter was kind of low key, especially compared to the last. But you know, we've got to get the story set up, get their spy stuff rolling and whatnot. Or something. What do you think Callie should say?

A. Tell Alex he's wrong. They're just their for some fun. And maybe flirting creepy old men is what gets their motor running.

B. Tell Alex that he's right. They're not the type that finds walking corpses to be sexy. They're actually reporters doing a story on the world of secret, very exclusive gentlemen's clubs.

C. Tell Alex the truth. That they're spies on a mission that could save the world. He seems trustworthy and it might be good to have an ally.