NOW WHAT?

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WEBB'S APARTMENT

Webb and Zoya fell onto the floor. Being overly meticulous was not always a bad thing.  Webb was very specific about where everything was kept in his home.  The fact that his coffee maker was not in its proper location set off warning bells.

"Are you okay?" Webb asked looking down at Zoya.

"I will be once you get off me," Zoya replied.

"Sorry," Webb said shifting his weight.

"What the hell was that about?" Zoya asked. "If you wanted me on my back all you had to do was ask."

"Very funny, someone moved the coffee maker." Webb said.

"I am sure the coffee will taste just fine regardless of where the machine is." Zoya said sarcastically.

"Zoya, I am very particular about things. I know where everything belongs." Webb said. "The fact that it has been moved is a good indication that someone else has been in here."

"Well there's one way to find out." Zoya said. She rolled up a magazine and pushed the coffee maker.  The minute the magazine touched the coffee maker there was a loud crack and the smell of smoke.  The resulting shock knocked Zoya off her feet and landed her on the floor.

"Countess," Webb yelled.

"Well, that was certainly a jolt." Zoya said getting up, "Better than caffeine."

"Let me cut the power," Webb said and went to the fuse box. "I doubt anything else has been touched." 

"I agree," Zoya said.

"I still want to get a team in here to check." Webb said.

"I think we need to get to work." Zoya said. "Can I borrow something to wear?"

"Go ahead," Webb said shaking his head.

Ten minutes later, Zoya walked out of Webb's bedroom wearing one of his polo shirts and a pair of jeans.  They were baggy but for right now served their purpose.

"I would have never thought of you as the Levi's type." Zoya said.

"I've been known to go casual," Webb replied.

"Let's go," Zoya said walking to the door. "I want to stop by my place first and then get to Langley."

"Yes ma'am," Webb replied following her out.

ZOYA'S APARTMENT

They pulled into Zoya's parking lot.  There were several unmarked trucks there, all of which belonged to the FBI or the CIA.  There was also a small group of interested bystanders wondering what exactly was going on. 

"Oh this is subtlety at its best." Zoya said shaking her head. "Why don't they just put up a sign that says CIA agent lives here?"

They got out of the car and walked towards her condo, where they were stopped by a police officer.

"I'm sorry, no one is allowed to enter." The officer stated.

"This is my apartment," Zoya said and casually showed her ID.

"I didn't realize," The officer said. "Go right in."

Webb and Zoya walked into her apartment.  She almost had a stroke when she saw what they had done.  There was one wall that had been completely torn down and there where huge sledge hammer holes in the other walls.

"Oh my god," Zoya yelled.

"Stay calm," Webb said. 

"Who's in charge?" Zoya asked.

"Ms. Nassar, my name is John Kilburn, with the FBI. Sorry about the redecorating." John said.

"That's putting it mildly," Zoya said.

"What did you find?" Webb asked.

"We found five semi automatics in the walls there," John pointed. "And infrared beams located here, here and here."

"Any signature?" Webb asked.

"Not as of yet," John said. "We put a dummy into the room before we started, within five seconds of turning on the lights, it had 25 bullet wounds."

"Ouch," Zoya said. "Where are the weapons now?"

"Some of your co-workers took them for analysis." John replied.

"How much longer is this going to take?" Zoya asked.

"We want to make sure the entire apartment is clean, that should take another day.  Then it's a matter of repairs.  You should be able to come back in a week or so." John advised.

"Can you stand a house guest for a little longer?" Zoya asked Webb.

"It won't be a problem," Webb said. "I can stay at my mothers."

"I'm going to grab some clothes, I'll be right back." Zoya said and went to the bedroom.

"She's very lucky," John said to Webb.

"Luck doesn't even begin to describe it," Webb said.

"This is bordering on terrorism." John said.

"I know," Webb nodded, "So does she."

Zoya returned with her a packed bag and they left.

CIA HEADQUARTERS

"Are you okay?" Tom Connors asked as soon as they walked in.

"I'm fine, we have other problems." Zoya said. "Where's Wellington?"

"Waiting for you in his office," Tom replied.

They immediately went to Wellington's office.  They had a lot to tell him and they also wanted to convince him that they should handle this.  That was not going to be an easy task.  There was no way agents would be permitted to investigate their own attacks.

"Good morning," Wellington said.  "What's the situation?"

"We got big problems." Zoya said.

"My apartment has been set up too." Webb said.

"What happened?" Wellington asked.

"My coffee maker was set up so that as soon as it was touched, I would have been electrocuted." Webb stated.

"I'll get a team there immediately," Wellington advised. "Speak with Connors he will be leading this investigation."

"No way, we are doing this one." Zoya said.

"Absolutely not, neither of you can be objective." Wellington said.

"Who knows what we do better than us?" Webb asked.

"It's not procedure," Wellington said.

"Screw procedures," Zoya snapped. "Someone tried to make me into a piece of Swiss cheese and deep fry Webb and you are going to tell us to follow procedures?"

"Zoya watch your tone," Wellington ordered.

"Jerome, I think what Zoya is trying to say is that since she and I have worked on similar ops, it's a good possibility that this could be connected.  We will work with Connors, but a lot of what we have is in our heads and it will be difficult to bring Connors up to speed on everything." Webb stated very diplomatically.

"No, what Zoya means is that I'll be damned if I am going to put my life in the hands of that Boy Scout who has a hard on for Catherine Gale." Zoya snapped.

"Ah, now we get to the root of the problem," Wellington said. "Are you going to cooperate?"

"NO!" Zoya said at the same time Webb replied. "Of course we will."

"For two people who haven't worked together before, you certainly have the good cop bad cop routine down pat." Wellington chuckled.

Zoya rolled her eyes and Webb smirked.

"You are not to involve yourselves with this investigation." Wellington warned. "If I have to suspend you both, I will."

"That's so not fair." Zoya snapped.

"Agent Nassar, I may just suspend you anyway." Wellington replied.

"But," Zoya began to protest.

"Understood," Webb said.

"You're both on leave, until we ensure that you're safe." Wellington said.

WEBB'S OFFICE

"When did you become such a diplomat?" Zoya asked.

"Well, you were being obnoxious enough for both of us," Webb replied.

"I was not obnoxious," Zoya said. "I was firm."

"Countess, you need to let go of this anger you have against Gale." Webb said.

"I need to belt her in the mouth." Zoya said.

"Can I ask what happened?" Webb questioned.

"You really want to know?" Zoya asked.

"I asked didn't I," Webb said.

"Four years ago, I was handling security for Prince Abdullah," Zoya began. "I had everything under control and requested that we double security.  There were rumors that he was going to be assassinated before he got to the States.  I sent in my report, stating that the plane needed to be checked as did the crew bringing him here."

"I remember that," Webb said. "He died in a plane crash."

"Yes he did.  Due to budget constraints, my requests were denied." Zoya said.

"What does any of this have to do with Catherine Gale?" Webb asked.

"She was assigned to review the case," Zoya said. "Her report stated that had the agent been more persuasive in her arguments the catastrophe could have been avoided."

"Excuse me?" Webb asked.

"You heard me. She felt that my arguments were not compelling enough.  My actions or lack there of, put the CIA in jeopardy." Zoya said. "That little bitch sold me out to a closed session of the National Security Council."

"How did you resolve it?" Webb asked.

"I submitted a counter report with all my back up." Zoya said. "I also yelled a lot."

"That doesn't surprise me," Webb smiled.

TWO HOURS LATER

"Webb, we checked everything out. You're apartment is clean." Connors stated.

"Thanks," Webb said.

"We also added additional security measures." Connors stated. "Zoya your apartment will have added security too."

"Thanks," Zoya said. "So what have we got?"

"I've got an agent asking questions she shouldn't be," Connors replied.

"Come on, you need our help on this.  Who would no better than us, who is trying to kill us?" Zoya asked.

"You might as well tell her what you know," Webb said. "She's not going to back down."

Connors filled them in on what they had found.  They had no leads on who had set up their apartments or even if it was the same person.  The next step was to review all ops they had been on and see if there were any common links. 

WEBB'S CAR

"Clay you don't have to go to your mother's." Zoya said. "I can go to a hotel."

"I have no intention of going to my mother's, but did you really think John Kilburn needed to know that?"

"You're not so dumb after all." Zoya smiled.

"Aww thanks, was that a compliment?" Webb asked.

"Can we stop for lunch?" Zoya asked.

Webb pulled over to a deli.  They picked up some sandwiches and salads before returning to his place.

WEBB'S APARTMENT

"I say we provide a list for Connors," Zoya said.

"Good idea," Webb replied and grabbed some plates.

"I mean no matter how many files he goes through, he can't possibly figure this out." Zoya stated.

"You're right," Webb said.

"This way we can give him leads." Zoya said.

"Countess, I'm agreeing with you." Webb said.

"Oh, so you are." Zoya smiled. "Give me a sandwich."

Webb passed Zoya a sandwich and they chatted while they ate.  When they were done Zoya started to pick up the plates.

"You're a guest here. I'll take care of it." Webb said.

"Good, I need to take a shower." Zoya said and got up.

While Zoya was in the shower, Webb cleaned up and went back to the list.  After 15 minutes, he realized Zoya was still in the shower. How long does she need?

Webb walked towards the guest bathroom.  He could hear the water running and thought he also heard Zoya singing. With a wicked smile, he quietly opened the door and entered the bathroom.  He then flushed the toilet.

"Raindrops keep falling on my head, just like the guys whose feet are too big for his owwwwwwww!" Zoya yelled.

"Oh sorry, did that affect the water temperature?" Webb asked innocently.

"Clay you're a jerk," Zoya said sticking her head out of the shower and holding the curtain against her.

"Hey when you gotta go, you gotta go." Webb laughed.

"Don't you have two bathrooms in this place?" Zoya asked.

"This one was closer," Webb said.

"Oh Clay look." Zoya said pointing to the wall over his shoulder.

"What?" Webb said turning around.  No sooner did he turn, but Zoya took the removable shower handle off the mount and sprayed him with water.

"Zoya!" Webb yelled.

"Oops, I was trying to get that bug." Zoya smiled and completely closed the curtain.

"You realize this isn't fair," Webb said. "It's not like I can really get back at you right now."

"Why not?" Zoya asked.

"Because you're naked behind there," Webb said as he dried off.

"So," Zoya said as she started to open the curtain. "You've never seen a naked woman before?"

"Ah Zoya, let me get you a towel," Webb said getting red and turning away.

"Oh my god, you're embarrassed." Zoya laughed as she wrapped herself in a towel.

"When you're dressed, I'll fill you in on my portion of the list." Webb said and left the bathroom.

"I hope you don't mind, I borrowed your robe." Zoya said walking into the living room.

"You seem to be borrowing a lot of my clothes lately." Webb said.

"You're not really used to sharing are you?" Zoya said.

"I was an only child, I never had to." Webb replied.

"So was I and I was an orphan, what does that have to do with anything?" Zoya asked.

"I don't know," Webb sighed. "You're just very different from most agents I know, you different from most women I know."

"Clay, I love my work.  I am proud of what I do, but it's not my life and it shouldn't be yours." Zoya said. "You're alive but I don't think you really live."

"Interesting concept," Webb said. "Let's get back to the list."