The Thin Line Between
By Slayne22______2253
Disclaimer- I don't own or profit from G.I. Joe. If you guys won't give me
Beach...will you loan him to me? Preferably over a long weekend.
Notes- This is for the mysterious Lurker at ff.net, who challenged me to write a fic involving four things: Beach Head, Cover Girl, Bank Robbery and Handcuffs. How could I refuse???
NOTES- This will contain Beach Head/Cover Girl smut in the last chapter (probably #four) so if the thought of Beach smut is 'icky' to you...then consider yourself warned!
Rated R- for language and heh...sexual situations!
Chapter One-
The U.S. Army jeep turned into the bank parking lot and pulled into a stall. Beach Head threw the vehicle into park and then glanced over at the woman sleeping on the seat next to him. He was silent a moment, staring at her, before suddenly reaching out and shaking her shoulder.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty! We're at your damn bank!" he said loudly and gruffly. Cover Girl jerked awake and yawned, looking at him sleepily. They had just driven back from another base, where they had been given a demonstration of potential new Joe equipment. The trip was a good hour, and Courtney had tried to engage the Sergeant in some sort of conversation along the way. But when he had steadfastly refused to be even remotely interesting, she had just feigned sleep until she really did doze off.
"Sleeping Beauty was awakened by Prince Charming...not Prince Alarming." she shot back as she sat up and looked around.
"Whatever...just hurry up...I'm not interested in sticking around all night here."
Courtney opened the jeep door and started to hop out. She glanced back at him with a grin. "I'll bet that's what you tell all the girls."
She heard him snort as she closed the door behind her. She smiled as she stood and stretched, easing the crampiness in her muscles from the ride. The evening was cool and it was dark already, foretelling the coming winter. She walked towards the bank and around the side to the night depository. She was sliding the envelope with her paycheck inside, when she looked sideways and caught the gleam of a light inside.
"Someone's still here this late?" she murmured to herself and peered inside curiously. Her eyes widened when she saw that the light was a flashlight and there were two dark forms moving around behind the counter. "What the hell?"
She flattened herself up against the building and stared inside for a long moment, watching. Then she eased down and ran towards the edge of the bank. When she got to the corner she looked up at the jeep and motioned for Beach Head to get out and come over. She could barely see him through the windshield. Maskless, he was slightly more visible but his face was shadowed. She saw his hands come up in an irritated 'what??' gesture. She motioned more frantically and could practically hear him swearing as he opened the jeep door and walked towards her. She looked up into the constantly glaring brown eyes as he reached her side.
"What? I told you I'm in a hurry!"
"Shhhh! There's someone in the bank!" she whispered.
"It's probaby a janitor or the nightwatchman." he said condescendingly. She fought the urge to kick him.
"In the dark? With flashlights?"
He shrugged and walked past her. "Come on."
She followed, and they carefully approached the same window she had been peeking in a few minutes ago. He knelt down and peered over the ledge. Cover Girl knelt beside him and waited.
"Well?" she asked when he hadn't said anything for awhile.
He eased down onto his heels and looked at her. "You're right...I think it's robbery."
"Whoa! Wait a minute...did you just say I was right?"
"Can we stop the jokes for one minute? Is it possible for you to NOT irritate the living hell out of me for just one minute?"
"I doubt it," Courtney sighed.
Beach Head looked around and then at her. "Ok...come on...let's get to the back."
"What?" she reached out and grabbed his arm, trying not to notice the thick muscle there. "Shouldn't we call the police?"
"We don't have a radio with us...and this bank is in the middle of nowhere. By the time we get to a phone, they'll be gone!"
"So we're gonna go in and play hero?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong...but don't you have an account here? Isn't that why I HAD to stop...so you could put your money in here?"
"But..." she glanced towards the bank, undecided.
"Stay out here then...you can thank me when I get back...don't worry, I'll remind you."
"Shit!" She swore and followed him around to the back of the bank.
"Here!" he whispered and she saw the service door that was partially ajar. He opened it slowly, drawing a M-9 from his shoulder holster and peering around the edge of the door. Cover Girl drew her .45 and checked the safety. Locked and loaded. They crept silently into the building, listening intently. They walked through a small hall of officer before they reached the main door into the lobby and pressed their ears against the door. They heard voices. Beach gestured back towards the offices.
"We can't go jumping in there all gangbusters. We have to find a way to surprise them."
"I'm not stripping down to my underwear and trying to distract them." Courtney said forcefully.
Beach Head glanced back at her and grinned. "I didn't say a word."
He looked around and then motioned to the ceiling. Courtney looked up at the drop ceilng tiles.
"No!" she protested, looking at him. He nodded. He stood on the desk and pushed one tile up at the edge of the room. She watched as he stuck his head up inside, pulled a small flashlight from his belt and looked around. He stuck it in his mouth and hoisted himself up. Then he reached down and pulled her up behind him.
"Jesus," he grunted as he dragged her over the edge. "I thought models were supposed to be light."
"I put on about 20 pounds of muscle when I joined up." she snapped as she knelt beside him on the studs of the attic. She watched his eyes wander lightly down her form in consideration before his gaze met hers.
"Come on."
She followed him as he crept carefully along, avoiding the drop tiles that would collapse under their weight. She heard voices as they crossed into the lobby, and then hesitated as they looked down through a small hole made for a camera assembly. Three masked men with pistols and one man in a suit and handcuffs were standing in the darkness of the lobby, talking quietly and urgently.
"Look Beach," she whispered quietly. "They're the same species as you!"
"Shut it, Cinderella...this is serious." he whispered back, giving her THAT glare. He motioned for her to go back the way they had come. She began to back up, when his boot accidently hit her hand painfully, making her jump. She teetered, unbalanced, for a long second before falling sideways and onto one of the drop tiles. She looked up to meet his expression of surprise with one of her own and caught the hand he offered her. The tile made a cracking sound and they looked at each other in resignation as she suddenly fell through the ceiling, dragging him after her.
"Oof!" she grunted as they hit the floor in a tangle, hearing the shocked cries of the men they had just surprised. She looked up to see three pistols trained on them and three pairs of furious, masked eyes glaring at them.
Continued.......
Notes- This is for the mysterious Lurker at ff.net, who challenged me to write a fic involving four things: Beach Head, Cover Girl, Bank Robbery and Handcuffs. How could I refuse???
NOTES- This will contain Beach Head/Cover Girl smut in the last chapter (probably #four) so if the thought of Beach smut is 'icky' to you...then consider yourself warned!
Rated R- for language and heh...sexual situations!
Chapter One-
The U.S. Army jeep turned into the bank parking lot and pulled into a stall. Beach Head threw the vehicle into park and then glanced over at the woman sleeping on the seat next to him. He was silent a moment, staring at her, before suddenly reaching out and shaking her shoulder.
"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty! We're at your damn bank!" he said loudly and gruffly. Cover Girl jerked awake and yawned, looking at him sleepily. They had just driven back from another base, where they had been given a demonstration of potential new Joe equipment. The trip was a good hour, and Courtney had tried to engage the Sergeant in some sort of conversation along the way. But when he had steadfastly refused to be even remotely interesting, she had just feigned sleep until she really did doze off.
"Sleeping Beauty was awakened by Prince Charming...not Prince Alarming." she shot back as she sat up and looked around.
"Whatever...just hurry up...I'm not interested in sticking around all night here."
Courtney opened the jeep door and started to hop out. She glanced back at him with a grin. "I'll bet that's what you tell all the girls."
She heard him snort as she closed the door behind her. She smiled as she stood and stretched, easing the crampiness in her muscles from the ride. The evening was cool and it was dark already, foretelling the coming winter. She walked towards the bank and around the side to the night depository. She was sliding the envelope with her paycheck inside, when she looked sideways and caught the gleam of a light inside.
"Someone's still here this late?" she murmured to herself and peered inside curiously. Her eyes widened when she saw that the light was a flashlight and there were two dark forms moving around behind the counter. "What the hell?"
She flattened herself up against the building and stared inside for a long moment, watching. Then she eased down and ran towards the edge of the bank. When she got to the corner she looked up at the jeep and motioned for Beach Head to get out and come over. She could barely see him through the windshield. Maskless, he was slightly more visible but his face was shadowed. She saw his hands come up in an irritated 'what??' gesture. She motioned more frantically and could practically hear him swearing as he opened the jeep door and walked towards her. She looked up into the constantly glaring brown eyes as he reached her side.
"What? I told you I'm in a hurry!"
"Shhhh! There's someone in the bank!" she whispered.
"It's probaby a janitor or the nightwatchman." he said condescendingly. She fought the urge to kick him.
"In the dark? With flashlights?"
He shrugged and walked past her. "Come on."
She followed, and they carefully approached the same window she had been peeking in a few minutes ago. He knelt down and peered over the ledge. Cover Girl knelt beside him and waited.
"Well?" she asked when he hadn't said anything for awhile.
He eased down onto his heels and looked at her. "You're right...I think it's robbery."
"Whoa! Wait a minute...did you just say I was right?"
"Can we stop the jokes for one minute? Is it possible for you to NOT irritate the living hell out of me for just one minute?"
"I doubt it," Courtney sighed.
Beach Head looked around and then at her. "Ok...come on...let's get to the back."
"What?" she reached out and grabbed his arm, trying not to notice the thick muscle there. "Shouldn't we call the police?"
"We don't have a radio with us...and this bank is in the middle of nowhere. By the time we get to a phone, they'll be gone!"
"So we're gonna go in and play hero?"
"Correct me if I'm wrong...but don't you have an account here? Isn't that why I HAD to stop...so you could put your money in here?"
"But..." she glanced towards the bank, undecided.
"Stay out here then...you can thank me when I get back...don't worry, I'll remind you."
"Shit!" She swore and followed him around to the back of the bank.
"Here!" he whispered and she saw the service door that was partially ajar. He opened it slowly, drawing a M-9 from his shoulder holster and peering around the edge of the door. Cover Girl drew her .45 and checked the safety. Locked and loaded. They crept silently into the building, listening intently. They walked through a small hall of officer before they reached the main door into the lobby and pressed their ears against the door. They heard voices. Beach gestured back towards the offices.
"We can't go jumping in there all gangbusters. We have to find a way to surprise them."
"I'm not stripping down to my underwear and trying to distract them." Courtney said forcefully.
Beach Head glanced back at her and grinned. "I didn't say a word."
He looked around and then motioned to the ceiling. Courtney looked up at the drop ceilng tiles.
"No!" she protested, looking at him. He nodded. He stood on the desk and pushed one tile up at the edge of the room. She watched as he stuck his head up inside, pulled a small flashlight from his belt and looked around. He stuck it in his mouth and hoisted himself up. Then he reached down and pulled her up behind him.
"Jesus," he grunted as he dragged her over the edge. "I thought models were supposed to be light."
"I put on about 20 pounds of muscle when I joined up." she snapped as she knelt beside him on the studs of the attic. She watched his eyes wander lightly down her form in consideration before his gaze met hers.
"Come on."
She followed him as he crept carefully along, avoiding the drop tiles that would collapse under their weight. She heard voices as they crossed into the lobby, and then hesitated as they looked down through a small hole made for a camera assembly. Three masked men with pistols and one man in a suit and handcuffs were standing in the darkness of the lobby, talking quietly and urgently.
"Look Beach," she whispered quietly. "They're the same species as you!"
"Shut it, Cinderella...this is serious." he whispered back, giving her THAT glare. He motioned for her to go back the way they had come. She began to back up, when his boot accidently hit her hand painfully, making her jump. She teetered, unbalanced, for a long second before falling sideways and onto one of the drop tiles. She looked up to meet his expression of surprise with one of her own and caught the hand he offered her. The tile made a cracking sound and they looked at each other in resignation as she suddenly fell through the ceiling, dragging him after her.
"Oof!" she grunted as they hit the floor in a tangle, hearing the shocked cries of the men they had just surprised. She looked up to see three pistols trained on them and three pairs of furious, masked eyes glaring at them.
Continued.......