Prompt: Hello Ellana 3 I really liked the last prompt for HaDS! If you're still taking prompts, can you do a continuation for "CIA versus MI6"? I loved it so much and really can't stop thinking about it! Thank you 3

CIA versus MI6 was chapter 425 but I think it can stand alone =)

CIA Meets MI6

The club was crowded.

Everything Haymitch hated.

Chaff's eyes followed his progress from the bar but it didn't quite make him feel better. They had done their share of Ops in the Middle East, Russia, and Europe but England was another thing entirely. Everything felt off in that country. The accent must of all.

The fact that they would have to work with MI6 was icing on the rotten cake.

He stopped long enough to ask for a whiskey and then made his way to the emergency exit, giving the dance floor a wide berth. The back alley behind the club was everything one could expect a back alley in London to be: narrow, smelly, and not a place where a leggy blonde with a short sparkly dress should dawdle.

He masked his surprise at seeing her but she wasn't fast enough to hide hers. It was just a flash and yet he saw it rolling on her face, clear as day. She hadn't been expecting him either.

She was a very good agent and a better actor though. She calmly took another drag of her cigarette, eyeing him up and down, gauging him. Her black coat was open on a sparkly red dress, blond hair tousled in a puffy hairstyle, smoky blue eyes, red lipstick leaving a stain on the bud of her cigarette…

He eyed her right back, taking a sip of his whiskey while doing so. A bit wary. Last time he had seen her, she had gotten the upper hand and had drugged him right after they had sex, leaving him to hang in a hot spot. And she had stolen microfilms he had been after.

And now he was supposed to work with her.

Awesome.

It was only too bad the sex had been so good.

"First time in London?" she asked with disinterest.

"Yeah." he shrugged. "Not enjoying the city so far."

Passwords out of the way, they studied each other.

"Perhaps I can change your mind on that." she retorted, tossing her cigarette on the ground and crushing it with her heel. "My apartment isn't too far away."

"Two ships passing in the night?" he snorted, in case anyone was listening.

Well… Beetee was listening. And Chaff was ready to follow them wherever she would take him because they were all paranoid and they had only survived so long by taking care of each other.

"It wouldn't be the first time." she grinned. It was off-script but he rolled his eyes, smirking in answer.

She left without waiting to see if he would follow, leading him through back alleys and narrow cobbled streets. It was certainly a side of London he had never seen before but she looked strangely at ease in the filthy behind the scenes for a woman of her standing.

"How many agents in MI6?" he muttered after five minutes. "What were the odds of you being my contact?"

"May the odds ever be in your favor this way." she replied. "At least, you know you've gotten the best they have."

"Still arrogant, Princess." he commented.

"Still fond of nicknames, I see." she shot back.

He loved that. The way she always matched him wit for wit. Their first and only encounter had been brief but he had enjoyed working with her. He wasn't a team player. He didn't work well with just anyone on the field. They had clicked, that day, effortlessly fighting bad guys as if they were of one mind.

"Is it the one who gave you the slip?" Beetee asked in his ear.

He declined to answer.

"You have intel for me." he reminded her.

She shared her information in a low cautious voice, hanging on his arm like a drunk date would, always discreetly making sure they weren't being trailed. By the time they arrived at her apartment – or the apartment she was living in while she was posing as whoever she was pretending to be anyway – he had everything he needed to complete his mission.

"Well, it was fun." he said, delivering her safely to her door. "See you next time."

"You should come inside." she suggested. "What if someone was watching me? They would find it odd that the man I picked up at the bar isn't spending the night."

"Nobody's watching." he told her. "My team's been making sure of it."

"Now don't make it difficult for the girl, Haymitch." Chaff's voice mocked in his ear. "You've been moping after her for how long? I'll tell you… Since that morning we picked you up in…"

He pulled the comm from his ear and buried it in his pocket.

"Come on, Haymitch…" she grinned. "You know you want to."

She unlocked her door, stepped inside, and left it open in an obvious invitation.

He had half a mind to close it and walk away.

But damn her swaying hips and her endless legs, he followed her inside.

"What's your cover story this time?" he asked.

"A mere employee." she replied, draping her coat on the back of an armchair. The place was very modern. Everything he hated.

"Who sleeps with the boss?" he taunted. He knew her methods.

"Occasionally." she retorted. "Why? Are you jealous?"

He watched her coming closer and he let her push his coat off his shoulders, just because it would jam the mic sewed in the lapel and it would prevent his friends from hearing what was happening inside – not that he thought they would listen when it was obvious what was happening inside but… Better safe than sorry.

"You're not that good that I'd be jealous over a one-night stand." he denied.

Her blue eyes were twinkling in amusement. "Are we still a bit bitter about my besting you?"

There were two ways to play this and he chose the one that would benefit him more.

"A bit, yeah." he admitted. "But you're going to make it up for it so I guess I can forgive."

"Am I?" she hummed. "Says who?"

He pinned her to the wall. He couldn't say if she was expecting it or not but, in a flash, she had her back against the wall, his hand around her throat, and his other one between her legs. The way she licked her lips was positively sinful and he was so entranced with the sight he forgot to be careful.

A mistake.

He wasn't quite sure how she managed to get him flat on his back on the floor but soon enough she was straddling him. A part of him wanted to protest, to push her away, to be angry about the way she had deceived him during their last mission because it had been humiliating to stand in Coin's office and be lectured like a green agent about letting his head being turned by pretty eyes.

Another part of him just craved her.

They had had sex only once and one would argue it wasn't enough to get addicted. Well… One would be very, very wrong. It was enough. More than enough.

"Effie."

Her name was barely a murmur on his lips, sweeter than he would have liked.

It made her drop the femme fatale act.

"I am sorry, you know." she said softly. "I could not fail that mission. It had been five years undercover and…"

"Yeah." he cut her off. "That's fine, I get it. That was the job."

She flashed him a small smile and started unbuttoning his shirt. "But this isn't, is it?"

His hands ended up on her hips and he flipped them around effortlessly. He didn't like relinquishing control and certainly not to a woman who had once drugged him.

"This…" he snorted. "…is going to be complicated."

"It doesn't have to be." she argued, arching her back so he could unzip her dress.

It should have been worrisome how easily they worked together. They acted like a well-oiled machine already.

"Two ships in the night?" he smirked, echoing the password they had been supposed to exchange.

"When they are in the same harbor." she purred. "Where is the wrong in that?"

There was plenty of wrong. Or at least, there could be. They were working for different agencies, different countries, and their interests would cross at some point and they would be forced to make a choice between personal connections and their job. And he knew what they ought to choose when that time would come.

However, she had bested him and that hadn't happened in forever. She intrigued him. Chaff had a point, he had spent entirely too much time thinking about her for her not to mean something.

And it had been a long time since he had had an affair that wasn't just job-related.

"You're going to drug me again?" he challenged.

She laughed and it was the first time he heard her laugh for real. He loved the sound.

He was so screwed.

There was a spark in her eyes that told him he wasn't the only one who was screwed.

"Not if I don't have to." she promised.

Not if I don't have to was probably the best they could give each other.

Not completely reassuring.

And yet he was willing to take it.