Title: Covert Affairs 12/?

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: I am so sorry for the long delay. As a lawyer at a big New York firm, sometimes work gets in the way of life. I've literally been doing nothing much beyond working lately, which left little to no time for writing. I'm sorry, I know I get anxious when stories I'm reading are slow to get updates – and that's exactly what I've done here. Things look (fingers crossed) to be slowing down, so hopefully I'll be speedier to update. Feel free to sling bricks – I deserve them!

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. She knew exactly what to do. Her years of experience with the spy world had honed her instincts. Innately, she knew that Alex could be trusted. That she wouldn't be risking their lives or the mission if she let him know that they weren't just a couple of gold-digging bimbos. However, she also knew that giving away too much information could be detrimental, even fatal. "Okay. You got us. So maybe we're not just visiting the club because we're in the market for sugar daddies."

"I knew it." Alex said with a smirk.

Callie arched a questioning eyebrow at him. "Oh really? How so?"

"You didn't put up enough of a fight when I . . . uh . . ." He blushed a little as he stammered.

"Threw us to the wolves? Left us to fend for ourselves with that creep?" Callie finished for him.

"Something like that." He muttered.

"Fair enough." Callie replied.

"So who are you?" Alex said, brushing off his embarrassment.

The lie slipped from Callie's lips as easily as if it had been the truth. "We're undercover reporters. We've heard that there some weird things go on at exclusive gentlemen's clubs like this. We figured we'd never get an inside look by just knocking on the front door. So we figured we'd hang around the city until we found a way to get in. You, my friend, provided us with that."

Alex nodded. "Okay. But be careful. These guys may be creepy, but it goes beyond that. They're dangerous. I don't know the exact extent of it, but you do not want to mess with those dudes. If I can, I'll keep an eye on you. Make sure you stay safe."

"Oh, we're more than capable of taking care of ourselves." Arizona said, bristling just a little bit at the suggestion that they needed male protection.

Callie placed a cautionary hand on her arm. "Thanks, Alex. We'd appreciate any help you can give us." She shot Arizona a slightly exasperated look. Feminism was all well and good, but they didn't want to sever a possible helpful relationship just because Arizona didn't want to play the damsel in distress.

Fortunately for Callie (and unfortunately for Arizona), Arizona was much too distracted by the sensation of Callie's skin on her own to continue to put any more thought into the subject. Every little bit of contact sent her mind reeling. She had just sworn to herself that she was going to forego any further personal relationships and focus on the mission. But that was very difficult when the mission involved continued close contact with the gorgeous, sexy, intriguing, amazing distraction that was Calliope Torres.

Callie stared out the window, watching the scenery pass by as they headed back to the compound. She stared at the arid landscape, struggling to convince herself that it was interesting. Anything to distract her from the woman next to her, who just a short time ago had broken her heart. No . . . that wasn't right. She barely knew Arizona. Sure, there were some sparks of attraction between them . . . okay, more like fireworks. But that didn't mean her heart was in any position to even be bruised, let alone broken. She was just disappointed. She'd had a little fun and that fun had come to an end a little earlier than she'd anticipated. No big deal. She'd be fine. No broken heart. She was Callie Torres, professional badass. Much too badass to worry about a little girl trouble. Nope. Her heart was fine . . . or so she told herself.

Arizona spent the majority of the ride staring down at her hands, which were firmly clasped around the handles of her bag. She tightened her grip, as if somehow holding on to that piece of luggage would help her keep control of her feelings, which were fast spinning out of control. She knew she needed to focus, needed to do her job to the best of her abilities. And that meant no distractions. But she couldn't deny the inescapable pull that Callie had on her heart. If she wasn't careful, she was going to fall for this woman. Harder than was probably wise. And much harder than she was prepared for.

After an awkward and tension-filled ride, back at the club, Alex pulled the truck to a stop. Both women practically jumped from the vehicle, eager to put just a little distance between themselves. Even if just for a moment.

Before he led them back inside, Alex rounded the truck and leaned in conspiratorially. "Not that it's necessarily the angle you're going for on your story, but I've seen some weird-ass shit going on out back behind the club. Near the golf course. Might be worth checking out."

They both nodded in unison, their eyes meeting in recognition of the importance of this information. Somehow, despite the fact that her mind was screaming in protest, Callie couldn't pull herself away from Arizona's azure gaze. She could get lost in those eyes. So lost . . .

Alex cleared his throat awkwardly, breaking their transfixion. Arizona offered Callie an embarrassed half-smile before following Alex indoors.

As they lugged their bags up the front steps and into the lobby, they were met once again by Paolo. Seeing the women struggle with their luggage and the empty-handed Alex, he spoke. "Alex, where are your manners? These ladies are our guests. They shouldn't have to lift a finger, let alone those heavy bags. Please, take their things to their rooms."

"Look, dude. I'm not some bell hop." Alex began, but Paolo raised a hand to stop him.

"Alex. I thought we had an understanding. If you'd like for me to make other arrangements to collect . . ."

Alex cut him off. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He grumbled as he grabbed their bags and dragged them off to their rooms.

Paolo neared them, taking Callie's hand and kissing it. His eyes raked over her body as he spoke. "Calliope, it is so nice to see you again. I thoroughly enjoyed our visit last evening." His eyes never left Callie's as he continued. "And Arizona. Always a pleasure. Calliope, I trust that you two are enjoying your stay thus far?"

"Definitely." Callie replied in a flirtatious tone, returning Paolo's gaze.

Callie and Paolo continued to chat, but Arizona didn't register a word they said. Her blood began to boil. She knew that she had no right to feel the way she did. After all, she'd just told Callie that they couldn't be romantically involved any longer. And yet the way that Paolo used Callie's full given name irked her to no end. In their short acquaintance, she'd somehow begun to think of that name as her own private pet name for Callie. The way that he fawned over her, the way his eyes devoured her . . . it made Arizona's skin crawl. And made her blind with jealousy. And the fact that Callie did nothing to discourage him made things even worse. Deep down, Arizona knew that it was all a game to Callie, that she was just doing her job. But even so . . . she was so good at playing that game. Arizona tried to take deep breaths, to remind herself that she had absolutely no right to feel possessive of Calliope. But she was her Calliope. No one else's . . . especially this old creep. She silently corrected herself. Callie did not belong to her. And that was of her own doing. She, not Callie, had decided to end things. And that's the way it had to be. Suddenly, Arizona snapped out of her reverie, realizing that both Paolo and Callie were looking at her expectantly.

"Uh . . . I'm sorry. I must have zoned out there for a minute. Long car ride . . . lulls you to sleep a bit I guess." Arizona said awkwardly.

"I was just telling Paolo that we've been anxious to brush up on our golf game and heard the club has a great course out back. He suggested that we go get changed and he'll arrange a tee time for us in half an hour. Does that work for you?"

Arizona nodded. "Sure." She knew that this was no ordinary round of golf. That they'd play, but only as a front for their real purpose – to see if anything suspicious caught their eye.

A short while later they were out on the golf course, decked out in appropriate attire provided by Paolo. Callie watched as Arizona prepared to take her first swing. There was something undeniably sexy about "sporty" Arizona, decked out in a form-fitting pink polo shirt and little khaki shorts that were just short enough to cause Callie's overactive imagination to wander to all sorts of inappropriate places. Golf shoes and a cute little ponytail completed the look. Callie was transfixed as Arizona bent over to place the ball on tee, and then began to shimmy her hips just a little too enticingly as she settled into her stance.

Callie wondered how good Arizona was at this game. She sure looked the part. She didn't have to wonder long, as Arizona gracefully pulled her arms back and swung, sending the ball flying straight down the fairway.

Callie felt a little nervous as she prepared for her first drive. Clearly Arizona was an experienced golfer. Though she was generally athletic, Callie had never had the patience to really learn the game of golf, which led to rather inconsistent results. And the fact that she could feel those intense blue eyes studying her every move did nothing to calm her nerves. Finally, as ready as she'd ever be, Callie swung. To her dismay, the ball shot out almost sideways, hitting a tree only about 10 feet from the tee.

Callie blushed, embarrassed by her poor performance. She wasn't used to failing at anything. Let alone a dumb game like golf. They headed down towards where Callie's ball lay. Callie grabbed a club and tried to calm herself. The melodious giggles coming from the amused blonde next to her did not help. Taking a few deep breaths, she steadied herself and then swung, completely missing the ball.

Arizona's light giggles erupted into full blown laughter. "You know, Calliope, I can help you with your swing if you want."

Callie glared at her as Arizona wiped tears from her eyes. "I perfectly fine on my own." Callie grumbled, before swinging and missing again.

"Are you sure, Calliope? I played golf in college. I can help."

"Fine." Callie muttered.

Arizona approached her. "Okay, get in your stance." Callie obliged, sucking in a deep breath as Arizona's hands unexpectedly grasped her hips from behind.

"You need sit back a little more, widen your stance a bit." Arizona began. Callie complied. "Good. Next, you're moving your head when you swing. You need to keep it still. Keep it focused on the ball." Callie nodded. "And finally, you need to keep your left forearm straight." Arizona reached around Callie her arms enveloping her from behind as she showed Callie the correct movement and position of her arms. Both of them fell silent as Arizona led Callie through the motion of the swing, content to savor the closeness, neither eager to be the one to break the contact. Finally, needing to steady her heart rate, Arizona stepped away. "Okay, give it a try." Arizona said, her mouth suddenly dry.

Callie immediately felt the loss of contact, craved Arizona's body against her own. She struggled to focus on the swing. She took a few moments to steady herself, before letting her swing rip, the ball soaring straight in the air, a long distance down the fairway. Callie turned as Arizona let out a whoop of delight.

"I knew it! Told you I could fix you!" Arizona said, a proud smirk on her face. She was in the process of doing a goofy victory dance when Callie came bounding over to her, pressing her against the nearest tree and taking her mouth in a searing hot kiss.

The kiss took Arizona by surprise. For a split second, she thought about fighting it, reminding herself of her resolution to keep things professional. But all resolve flew out the window as Callie's tongue pressed at the seam of her lips, Callie's hot body melding against her own. Arizona's hands reached up and tangled themselves in Callie's raven locks, her eyes closed, savoring the nearness, the sexiness, the pleasure, the sheer bliss that came with being in Callie's arms again. How could she have ever been so stupid? To let this go? She was insane.

Callie's hands roved over every inch of Arizona's body, wanting – no needing – to savor the moment. She couldn't breathe, but she didn't care. Arizona was her oxygen. She was all Callie needed to sustain herself. Abruptly, Arizona pulled away. Callie's heart dropped. Clearly Arizona had given in for a moment, but was sticking to her decision to end their romantic attachment. But then Callie saw that Arizona was staring at something intently over her shoulder. Arizona gestured for Callie to look.

Callie turned around and saw what had caused Arizona to pull up short. Off in the distance, two men in fatigues were carrying some sort of large crate into the back door of the golf pro shop. They soon disappeared inside the building. In silent agreement, the two women headed towards the shop, though neither was exactly sure what they'd do when they got there.

Once inside, they saw the rather bored-looking attendant sitting at the counter, flipping through a magazine. On the counter to his left sat a computer terminal. Arizona met Callie's gaze and silently gestured towards the computer.

Knowing that she needed to buy Arizona some time at the computer, Callie sauntered up to the counter and cleared her throat. When the man didn't look up, she cleared her throat again, finally getting his attention. "Hey. My friend and I were just out playing a round and my swing is just awful today. I can't seem to get the kinks out. Can you help me?"

He eyed her warily. "I really can't right now . . . uh . . . I'm expecting a few other guests for a lesson soon."

Callie leaned over and batted her eyelashes. "Please? My friend here is kicking my ass and I just can't have that. You can't help a girl out for just a minute? I'm sure it's something simple."

He sighed. "Well, I guess a minute or two wouldn't hurt."

He headed towards the door and Callie followed. When he noticed that Arizona stayed behind, he stopped. "You're not coming?" He asked.

"Nah . . . It's so darn hot outside." Arizona shot him a dimpled grin. "I think I might just enjoy the air conditioning for a few minutes."

He hesitated, clearly nervous about leaving her alone. Callie placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Come on, let's leave her to her air conditioning. I can't wait to tell Paolo how much of a help you've been." Clearly keen on the chance to impress his boss, the man followed her outside.

As soon as the cost was clear, Arizona sat down at the computer, her hands flying across the keys as she attempted to see what, if any, information she could gather in the short time she had.

Callie did her best to buy Arizona as much time as she could, messing up on swing after swing. Eventually, however, her companion grew nervous and impatient. "I've really got to get back."

"Are you sure? Callie asked, hoping to see Arizona appear outside, signaling that she was done. "Can't we try just a few more swings? I really am terrible."

He shook his head. "No. I really need to get back. I wouldn't want to get caught being away from my desk . . . the . . . uh . . . lessons I've got scheduled, you know."

Callie fumbled for another delay tactic, but he was already back through the door.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" The man asked. Arizona's heart dropped as she looked up, realizing she'd been caught.

Decision time again. Uh oh! Arizona's in quite the tough spot. Will she get out? Are our girls done for? What's going to happen? Let me know your votes (and feedback too!).

A. Arizona should play dumb and hope the guy buys it.

B. Callie should step in and clean up the mess. She'd trained for situations like that. And Arizona may mess up.

C. Arizona should just fess up. After all, being held captive by crazy terrorists might not be so bad!