"Rêves"
Author: AquarianLady/Waterdancer
Feedback: constructive crit or positive feedback, please
Classification: Episode Fic, AU, Action/Adventure with a dash of Romance
Summary: Diana from Recoil is Will's handler
Rating: PG-13 for language and mild sexual imagery will go to R and NC-17 later.
Website: No
Archival: CD please. Anyone else please ask
Disclaimer: Um. I don't own Alias. Anything Alias related is the property of ABC, Touchstone pictures, JJ Abrams, Bad Robot, and anyone else who gets an annual stockholders check.
A/N: For Robin. Also big thanks to Celli for doing the beta for me. This is two parts of a planned four-part story.
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"Will! Are you okay?" Diana shouted over the gunfire. He looked over at her and blinked several times.
"Tippin!" she shouted again. "Are you okay?" She felt over his chest for wounds. "Are you hurt?"
He mumbled, "No. No, I'm not."
"Good," she said, smiling and drawing her gun. "Let's get out of here."
***
"And that's when the dreams started," he said, looking at his psychiatrist.
"The dreams, Mr. Tippin?" Dr. Bowden asked, pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and making notes on the pad.
"Yeah, the dreams. Diana saving my life over and over again and then we end up in bed together." Will felt a slight flush coming to his cheeks. He was glad that he had found Dr. Bowden, a former CIA agent who knew how to use discretion. If he had told the CIA's resident psychiatrist, Dr. Barnett, about his recent thoughts about Diana, she'd have her removed as his handler.
"As I've told you before, Will, it's not unusual to have thoughts about a coworker, especially after you've gone through such an intense operation as Romania," he said, leaning back in his chair. "It's to be expected."
"Six months later, Doctor? I would've agreed with you then, but it's been six months. She's my handler for crying out loud!" he exclaimed, standing up and walking over to the window. "It's inappropriate for me to have thoughts like this, and I'm worried that it could affect my job performance."
"If Agent Rochelle makes you uncomfortable, perhaps you should request to be reassigned," the older man said.
"Here's the thing, she doesn't make me uncomfortable at all. I'm mostly at ease when I'm with her. She was one of the first people to help me with the transition. She's amazing. She's intelligent, thinks quickly on her feet, and she's even helped me with training." He stopped and looked over at an amused Dr. Bowden.
"What?"
"Have you ever spoken with Agent Rochelle about your feelings?"
Will looked at the doctor aghast. "Told her my feelings? 'Hi Diana, I've been having vivid sexual dreams about you. Would you like to go to dinner?' Sorry Dr. Bowden. Not only is that against policy, but I don't think my saying that will make her want to go."
The doctor sat back down at his desk and looked over his notes. "Is it possible for you not to see Agent Rochelle outside of the spectrum of your meetings?"
"Lately, I've been able to do that. I go to our meeting place at the park, we discuss the mission, and we go our separate ways. She hasn't been my backup for a while now."
"Good. Try to keep it like that until these dreams subside some more," the doctor said looking up from his notes. "I'll see you in a few weeks."
****
Diana looked down at her watch. 4:45. He's more than fifteen minutes late. She leaned back on the park bench and looked at the fountain. She always became worried when Will was late. Most of the time it was just due to traffic or his "real" job, but ever since Romania she'd continued to worry about him.
She sighed, and closed her eyes.
"Sorry I'm late," a voice said behind her. "Traffic."
"You're getting better at not being noticed, Will," she said quietly, not opening her eyes. "I didn't even see you coming. Good job."
"Thank you. So, what's the new mission?"
"We have to go to Cayman Islands to obtain account information about Marek Grzych, a banker from Poland. The CIA has obtained information showing that the transactions he's making are for the Alliance," she said, sliding a manila envelope to him. "Your cover will be Ian MacAllister, and you will be posing as an investment banker from Boston. All your ID papers are in there, along with your flight information. I'll be down one day after you."
She stood up and stretched. "Keep a hat on until I get there. I'll have to adjust your appearance. Are there any questions, Will?"
He looked in the envelope, and found all the relevant documentation. "Just one, Diana. You said 'we'. You're coming with me?"
"Yes, I am. I can get around the air ducts a bit faster than you can, and Marek will not let you on his estate unless you're with someone. I'll be posing as your wife."
"Oh. Okay," he said nervously.
"Don't worry, Tippin. Everything will be fine," she said as she walked away. "See you in a few days."
***
The tropical sun dipped behind the trees as Will looked at his watch. 7:00. Two hours late. He paced the floor of the suite nervously. I wonder if her cover has been blown. It's not like her not to make contact if there was some sort of trouble. He took another sip of water, and tried to calm his escalating heartbeat. She's okay. I know she is. He ran his hand through his hair, put his cap back on and looked down at his watch again. 7:02.
He walked out the balcony, and looked at the crowd outside. He hoped to catch a glance of her smiling or looking for him. Shit, where is she? As he was walking back into the suite, he heard a loud commotion outside of the closed hotel room door.
He walked closer and put his ear to the door. "I assure you that my husband, Mr. MacAllister, is in fact in this room. He's expecting me."
Will smiled to himself as he heard the attendant stutter over his words. She had that affect on people.
"I'm sure you won't get in trouble. Please just let me in, and you will be tipped generously."
He stepped back as the door opened. "Darling!" She threw herself into his arms. "Kiss me," she mumbled as she nuzzled closer to his neck. "I'm being followed."
He felt his heart stop. Did she just ask me to kiss her? Remember the mission, Will. He cupped her face, and kissed her deeply. "I missed you, Alisha."
"I missed you too," she said, tracing her finger along his jaw line. "Sweetie, could you pay the attendant please?" She picked up her bag and walked further into the suite.
Will reached into the wallet on the table near the door and pulled out twenty dollars. "Thanks for making sure my wife arrived here safely." He looked over the attendant's head and saw a man dressed in white shorts and tropical print shirt coming up the escalator. "I greatly appreciate it," he said, closing the door.
"Diana?" he called out walking into the living room.
"In here," she replied from behind the closed bedroom door. "I'll be out in a second."
Good, then maybe I can calm down.
He was sitting on the couch when he heard her come out of the bedroom.
"Will, I wanted to apologize for telling you to kiss me earlier. I should have told you about that when we met a few days ago. It was a spur of the moment thing, and it was unprofessional for me to put you in that position. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, really," he said, looking at Diana, who had changed from her sundress into denim shorts and a tank top that showed her toned legs and arms. Really, Diana, don't apologize for asking me to kiss you. It was no problem. " Who was that man who was following you?"
"One of Marek's men. I tried to lose him at the airport, but my taxi driver was too damn slow," she said, sitting down next to him on the couch and leaning down to fix the buckle on her sandal. "The good part is that the hotel and its suites are clean of bugs, so we can speak freely in here."
He caught his breath as he looked down her tank top, and saw the top of what appeared to be a black lace bra. His cheeks reddened as he thought of the latest dream he had. It started with him taking off a black bra with his teeth, and licking her breasts. Oh God, I sound like a dirty old man.
"Tippin," she said, snapping her fingers in front of him. She's talking to me. "Will," she said, snapping her fingers in front of him again. "You all right? You zoned out on me for a minute."
"I--I'm fine, Diana," he stuttered, his face growing redder. I just had a quick thought of taking your bra off with my teeth, but other than that, I'm fine.
"Good," she replied, smiling, and pulling out a small bottle out of her bag. "Are you ready for me to make you Ian MacAllister?"
"I thought I already was," he said, taking his baseball cap off.
"Normally, I'd let you stay the way you usually look, since I know how wigs bother you. Unfortunately for us, Marek has men everywhere, and if you aren't consistent in your appearance, it could blow this whole operation."
She stood up from the couch and pulled him up with her. "So, let's go."
***
Will shivered as cold water splashed along his scalp, and swirled at the drain of the tub. He could feel her firm breasts pressing against his back, and it drove him crazy. Remember the mission, Will. A towel wrapped around his head, and he felt her arms come around his waist. "Let's get you sitting up. Can't have you getting dye all over the place," she said chuckling.
He rubbed the towel through his hair, trying to dry it as much as possible. "Is this good, Diana?"
"Yeah, it is," she replied, pulling a pair of scissors out of her bag. "Just let me take a little bit off of the top, and you should be okay."
He held his breath as she stood over him, her hands deftly running through his hair, cutting where she felt was necessary. He almost passed out when he felt her warm breath on his neck. "Just a little bit more." He thought he could hear her licking her lips. She has the best lips. His face again grew red as he thought again of his latest dream. He called her a naughty girl in his dream when she did things with her mouth that made even him blush.
She handed him a small contact case. "Put these in. You can still wear your glasses, and they just change the color of those blue eyes of yours."
His heart skipped a beat. She noticed my eyes.
After putting in the contacts, he stood up, looked at the mirror, and blinked several times. His blonde hair had been dyed a dark brown, and the hazel contacts turned his eyes gray. If I didn't know better, I'd be fooled myself.
"You look great," she said with a smile in her voice. "You definitely look the part."
"Thanks to you," he replied, running his hands through his now brown hair. "What about you?"
"What about me? I have a 'don't notice me' look already. Dark hair, hazel eyes. I'm already incognito. People usually don't pay attention to me."
I pay attention, Diana. More than I'll ever admit. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So what's next on the agenda?"
"Now, we have to make people believe that we are in fact Mr. and Mrs. Ian MacAllister," she said walking into the bedroom. "There will be someone watching us. One of his men will make contact with us, and grant you access to the estate. Marek is a stickler for tradition. He believes in the sanctity of marriage, which is why you had to have someone, pose as your wife. That's the only way you'll be allowed on his estate. We must make him believe that we are madly in love with each other, and can't stand to be apart."
Not a problem on my end. "What would happen if we don't pull off this off?"
"Well, the CIA sent two agents down here six months ago. They were supposed to know each other's mannerisms and everything else in between. The male agent was sleeping with one of Marek's people, a known prostitute. In his moment of weakness, he told this woman that he wasn't really married, unaware that she worked for Marek. The woman reported back to him, and the two agents were brutally murdered. Will, it's really important that we get this right," she said, walking back to him and taking the towel from around his neck. "There isn't any room for mistakes. Understand?"
"I understand," he said solemnly.
"Good. Now, Ian, let's go make our entrance."
*****
"How long have you and your husband been married?"
Diana turned her attention from the steel drum band playing by the pool to the man sitting to her left at the bar.
"Ian and I have been married for five years now. Best thing that ever happened to me," she said twirling her wedding band around her finger, and sipping on her spiced drink. She pointed to Will who was being hit on by some older women. She fought the urge to laugh out loud as he looked up and met her eyes with desperation. Dressed in dark brown pants, and white shirt, he cut a handsome figure. "Great catch, my Ian is," she said, winking at the man.
She reached in her purse to pay the bartender, and the older man caught her hand. "Don't worry about it, Mrs. MacAllister. It's my pleasure to take care of the tab"." He nodded to the bartender. "I can't have special guests paying for their own drinks. It wouldn't be proper."
"Thank you, Mr. Dano, and please call me Alisha. I'm sure Ian will appreciate you taking care of this."
"Okay, Alisha. So, why are you two down in the Cayman Islands? This is a beautiful area, but I can assure you that if I had a woman like you on my arm, I would never leave the hotel suite," he said, stroking his salt and pepper beard and taking a drink from his glass.
She chuckled, and feigned shyness. Any other day or time, she would have told him off. Remember the mission, Diana.
"You flatter me, Mr. Dano. Ian is here on business, and I'm here for the shopping. We have an understanding marriage."
The older man's eyebrow rose in question. "What does your husband do?"
"He's a private investment banker in Boston, and he's here looking for new ways to spend his clients' money," she replied.
"Sounds like a boring task for a man to worry about while on vacation," he said.
"Not to him. He loves it. Like I said, Mr. Dano, it's a working vacation for him," she said, pointedly, turning her attention back to him.
"Of course. A 'working' vacation. I have to give your husband credit Alisha; he's ambitious man. Stupid for not spending every minute with you, but still ambitious."
"That he is," she murmured, looking at Will.
Will looked at her again, pleading with his eyes for her to come rescue him from his growing fan club.
"If you'll excuse me, my husband seems to be in a bit of trouble. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Dano," she said holding her hand out to the older man.
He returned her handshake, and looked at her appreciatively. "The pleasure was all mine, Mrs. MacAllister. Your husband is a lucky man."
"I tell him that all time," she replied over her shoulder, with a smile on her face.