NO WAY OUT

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Clayton Webb, I would like to, but that's just not in the cards.

This is for my favorite brat because I love her to death!

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CIA HEADQUARTERS

Clayton Webb walked into his office.  Sitting at her desk as always was Dani Anderson. She had been his assistant for two years now, although she was more like a partner.  This was the first person that he ever worked with that he completely trusted.  She could read his mind and know what he needed before he even asked.  He could always count on her to make him smile or provide him with information when no one else could.  He had no clue as to how she found out things and wasn't sure if he didn't want to know.

"Morning Clay," Dani said. "Did you hear the news?"

"Good morning Dani, what news?" Webb asked.

"Your JAG buddies, Rabb and MacKenzie, they eloped last night." Dani replied.

"You're kidding?" Webb asked. "How did you find, never mind."

"I'm serious. They drove to Maryland last night, got married by a JP and will probably be telling Admiral Chegwidden in about 10 minutes." Dani smiled.

"I have to ask," Webb cracked, "How did you find out?"

"I have a friend, who has a friend, who has a cousin who is married to the City Clerk in Bethesda.  She issued the license." Dani replied.

"A friend?" Webb laughed. "Well, as long as we're sharing, how did you find out about the Johnson and the hooker?"

"Oh easy, my sister's college roommate works for DOD.  One of her co-workers is engaged to an assistant to the Joint Chief's, he was the best man at the wedding of the sheriff for Louden County.  The deputy was the one who caught Johnson with his credentials around his ankles.  I got the call and called you." Dani stated rather casually.

"You amaze me," Webb said picking the daily "spy sheets" up off her desk.

"The first one, you will want to pay close attention to. Hendricks is chomping at the bit for the Mubellah assignment," Dani replied.

"Sounds interesting," Webb said as he glanced at the paper.

"Don't worry, you'll get the assignment." Dani said. "I sent a follow up report to his office that it's already been assigned to Kingman. He won't even ask."

"I don't think I even want to know," Webb smiled.

Dani watched him walk into his office and decided it was now or never.  She needed a date for a function and little did Webb know it was going to be him. She got up and walked into his office.

"Clay, I need a favor." Dani announced.

"If I can help I will," Webb replied.

"I knew you would say that," Dani smiled. "You need to take your tux out of the moth balls."

"Why?" Webb asked.

"I have to go to an event at the Syrian Embassy tonight and you're coming with me." Dani stated.

"Oh am I?" Webb asked.

"Yes, pick me up at 7 and no need to bring flowers." Dani said and went back to her desk.

Webb sat there at his desk in shock, he assumed a favor meant she needed to leave early or take a day off.  Never in a million years would he have expected a request for an escort.  Since she didn't give him an opportunity to say no, he picked up the phone called his mother's valet and asked that his tux be made ready.

7PM

Dani was waiting when Webb knocked on her door.  She was wearing the most incredible Vera Wang strapless gown.  It was emerald green with a v-cut top and a straight skirt.  It conformed to her body showing off every perfect curve.  She wore her dark brown hair loosely piled on her head with tendrils framing her face.  In her ears she wore tear dropped emeralds, which were surrounded by diamonds.  She had a matching choker around her neck.  Webb stared at her when she opened the door.  The only word that came to mind was perfection.

"You look amazing," Webb smiled.

"You clean up pretty good too," Dani teased. "Shall we go?"

"After you," Webb smiled and escorted her to the waiting limo.

"Mommy lent you the car for the night?" Dani joked.

"I had a feeling it would be a good idea." Webb said.

They were taken to the Syrian Embassy where they mingled with other guests and listened to different political opinions.

"How did you get an invite to this?" Webb asked.

"I had drinks with the Ambassador's secretary about a month ago." Dani replied. "I told her I had never been to an embassy reception before so she got me an invitation."

"You lied," Webb laughed. "I know you've been to other parties, I've been at them with you."

"So," Dani smiled. "What's wrong with making a contact?"

"Is there anytime you aren't working an angle?" Webb asked.

"Never," Dani replied. "This is Washington.  It's not what you know but who you know."

"Very true," Webb said and handed her another glass of champagne from the passing tray.

THREE HOURS LATER

Dani had left Webb talking to some people and went off on her own.  When she returned to his side, she casually put her hand in his and pulled him away from the men he was speaking with.

"Are you ready to go?" Webb asked.

"Yes, but first check this out," Dani said. "The woman in the red is the wife of the head of security, she was just telling the woman in the purple outfit, the one that looks like Barney's mother, that her husband recently came into some money.  Now the man standing by them says he works for Interpol.  But I think he is part of Syrian Intelligence.  The woman in pink is actually having an affair with the ambassador. However she is playing both sides of the fence because she is also putting a smile on his wife's face."

"Dani, you left my side for fifteen minutes. How did you find all this out?" Webb asked.

"Clay I speak Arabic," Dani replied. "They talk and I listen. You want to hear more?"

"I'm not sure," Webb said looking around the room.

"Sure you do," Dani smiled. "I saved the best for last."

"Wait don't tell me, the ambassador's son is actually a cross dresser." Webb remarked.

"Actually, he's gay but that's not it." Dani replied. "The assistant ambassador is meeting with Farouk Mubbelah tomorrow at the Jefferson Memorial, to discuss an arms deal between Mubbelah and the Syrian Government."

"You are amazing," Webb said. "Is that why you wanted me to come with you tonight?"

"Nope, that is just a bonus." Dani smiled. "I had other reasons. Let's go."

Once they were out of the embassy and in the limo and were riding for about 5 minutes when Dani started wiggling in her seat.

"What are you doing?" Webb asked watching her.

"This dress is a bit uncomfortable," Dani said pulling at the top.

"You'll be home in a few minutes and can take it off," Webb said.

"I don't think I can wait," Dani smiled. "I don't know about you, but these parties make me…"

"Uncomfortable in your clothes?" Webb asked.

"What's your driver's name?" Dani asked.

"Fred, why?" Webb replied.

"Hey Fred," Dani called to the driver. "Take the Washington Parkway.  Can you close this?"

"Yes ma'am." Fred replied and he closed the partition window.

Dani turned her back to Webb and at the same time moved closer to him.

"Can you get that for me?" Dani asked pointing over her shoulder to her zipper.

Webb was suddenly on auto pilot.  He reached over and unzipped her gown. Dani immediately turned around and pulled his bow tie.

"I can't tell you the number of times I wished your office walls weren't glass." Dani said.

"Dani what are you doing?" Webb asked with a grin as she pushed off his jacket and shirt.

"Re-enacting my favorite scene from my favorite movie," Dani smiled.

"What movie might that be?" Webb asked as he removed his remaining clothes.  He already knew the answer.

"No Way Out," Dani smiled and kissed his neck, "You can be Kevin Costner."

"So that would make you..?" Webb asked.

"Ready and waiting," Dani smiled and kissed Webb's chest.

That was all Webb needed to hear.  As the limo drove up the George Washington Parkway in the dark DC night, Webb and Dani made the scene from No Way Out look like a Disney Movie.  When the car finally stopped in front of Dani's building, Webb hit the intercom and told Fred to take another ride around the parkway. Porter's limo would never be the same again.