Disclaimer: You know it by now don't you my lovelies? I own him, at least on those certain nights when he's in town and Mystery Anne is my bitch. Hehe shall we proceed?
"You fucking bitch!" The dark haired woman exclaimed, pulling Anne into a hug, "Why didn't you warn me you were coming?!"
Anne laughed, "You know me, I'm never on time."
"Well get your ass in here.....!"
"Babe, who's that at the door?" Came a pleasant male voice from behind the other side of the door.
Anne glanced over Faith's shoulder, "Still screwing around?"
"Yeah, haven't given up on the shootin' part either, if he doesn't shut up I'll have to start that up."
A blond beauty of a male youth stepped up beside her, "Who are these people?"
Winking at Anne she turned to him, "Hun, I'll call you a cab, alrigh', you must be exhausted......"
"Actually no, I'm not......" He began.
"Bullshit I can practically see the bags under your eyes, sweet. Go home....." She all but pushed him out the door with his clothes in hand.
"Call me tomorrow?" The man asked hopefully.
"Oooh, baby tomorrow's not good for me." She hissed in regret, "Just wait by the phone, maybe I'll call ya sometime."
"But......"
"Ta babe........get in HERE!" She said grabbing a hold of both Anne and Sands yanking them inside.
"So.....who was he?" Anne asked jerking a thumb at the door.
"Hell if I know." Faith admitted, "The question is who is HE?" She purred pointing at Sands.
Rolling her eyes Anne sighed, "Take him off my hands, he's my new partner, and a pain in the ass. Agent Sands, Agent Delforth."
"E been tellin' stories about me?" Faith asked, slinking to Sands a cruel smile tugged at his mouth.
"All true, I hope." He murmured.
"Yes, all true."
"You and I should talk."
"Anytime."
Waving a hand at them in exasperation Anne went to the bar getting each of them a tequila shooter. Like a shot of brisk awakening. Turning around, she found Sands in front of her.
"E?" An eyebrow rose, a fox smile crept his lips.
Striking him with a look of hard contempt, she looked above his shoulder, "Hey no fair, Faith." She called stepping around him, "No more giving the bastard clues."
"Oh god, not that mystery identity game, shit." Faith groaned.
She was on the receiving end of one of Anne's rather nastier death glares.
"Sorry buddy," Faith told Sands, "Top secret, code red, and all that follows. E's got issues with her name, can't help ya out here."
"No worries." He admitted, "She won't have any secrets soon."
"Shove it up your ass." Anne snapped.
"Meow." Faith smirked, "So why ya here E? I take it the retirement's over?"
"Damn straight," Anne snorted, "Crisis with the IRA, kidnapping, and an old friend of ours from Ireland is in town. Put two and two together, you get fucking four. What do you think it adds up to?"
Faith's face tensed, "Miller?"
Anne nodded soberly, "One guess as to why he's here."
"I don't like being left out of riveting conversations, girls." Sands reminded them from across the room.
"Sean Miller." Faith informed him, "Special Agent in Ireland, helped us out in a few jams over seas."
"If he's here," Anne continued filling him in, "then he's trying to find the Ambassadore's daughter as well. Bet you he knows America has nothing to do with it and the Rock's sent him to find her before we do and place the blame on Ireland for jumping to their fucked up conclusions. He's not the most helpful character and he's not here to help us that's not his job, but he'll have information we need to fill in the blanks."
"I have a feeling there's a story behind this." Sands commented idly, noting the obvious disgust in her voice.
"Well, it doesn't help that the son of a bitch Miller, is one of E's old flames." Faith sniggered.
"Really?" Sands asked his voice piping up his interest, "Would he know what your name is?"
"Oh go jerk off." Anne muttered before throwing back her shot.
They talked some more until the booze began to wear off."
"Ok, beetle butt," Anne groaned addressing Faith, getting to her feet from a brown leather armchair that could have swallowed her whole, "I'm taking a shower. I've been on the road since daybreak and I need a wash."
"Need a helping hand?" Sands asked with menacing politeness, glancing heavily at her from beneath dark lashes.
"You only need two to get the job done right."
"Yeah but it's no fun that way."
She merely smirked in response as she left Faith in the room alone with him. That should keep him preoccupied.
"Oh," she peeked her head back in, "I'm bringing my baby with me," she claimed holding up her gun, "and the person who walks in on me gets it fifty fucking times in the chest. Toodles, kids." She chirped, darting away.
A half an hour later, in a sweltering shower, left her in complete bliss. Given some candles and soft music it would have been in every possibility that she would never have left. But as it was she didn't trust Sands, and his eagerness to join her in the bathroom....thirty minutes was the most she could spare under the circumstances.
It was one in the morning when she slid on her sleep ware, nothing more than a simple black tee and shorts. Anne could only thank Faith for keeping Sands in her part of the house, she needed some sleep, and wasn't at all sure she would get that if the dead sexy agent were near here. She had barely crawled under the covers and sighed, when she turned off the light.
Her fingers played along the cold metal of the gun under her pillow. No, she did not trust her new partner, but when had that been new? She hadn't trusted men for years. Other than information there was little else they were good for.
Although, some unconscious part of her mind reasoned, Sands seemed to be good for a number of things.
She fell asleep with an ironic smile on her lips.
Sands was not the type to leave a beautiful woman willingly, but this was a predicament he had not exactly dealt with before. Two women, in two separate rooms. Damn. Faith had more or less made it clear she expected him in her bed at some time that night, while his partner had more or less told him to piss off. Never being one to ignore a challenge, he stealthily made his way to the latter's room....after all he did want to know her name.
You don't get to be the best fucking CIA agent around without picking up a few basics, like breaking and entering. Easy as pie. The door opened, the door closed just as silently.
Padding cat soft across the carpet he made his way to the dark outline of the bed. He took note of her soft breathing, in and out through her nose. With no preamble he slipped in beside her. Placing a hand on her back he scooted closer, she stirred but did not wake.
'Come on, Anne. Make it fun for a guy.'
This close he could smell the earthy fragrance of her shampoo. Forcing down a wicked smile he wrapped an arm around her middle.
And still she slept. This would not do at all. She suddenly turned on her side, burying herself into his arms. Much better, the laugh vibrated in his throat.
Her voice surprised him, "Sands..........." She moaned.
The grin widened with a hungry growl.
"Oh god Sands........I want you......god I want you so much........"
He chuckled darkly, as her dreaming fingers tangled themselves in his hair, "You do something to me.....I need you......I can't live without you.....after all I've always been attracted to sexy queers......."
"What?!" He exclaimed pushing himself away from her, only to find her hazel eyes fixed unflinchingly on him, traces of a wink in them.
"Just kidding, dollface."
"Why you little bitch...." He growled, pressing himself close to her again, he placed a hand demandingly on the small of her back, forcing her to him as he whispered, "you hand me believing you with in Slumberland there for a minute."
"Meditation." She explained simply, "The Sleep of Ages for Insomniacs Worldwide. Now, what the fuck are you doing in my bed? Hmmnn?"
"I know what I'm not doing." He indicated nipping sharply at her neck.
"Ah, Christ," She groaned reaching under her pillow, "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this....."
Sands found the barrel of a gun resting lightly on his forehead, right between the eyes.
"Get out. Go harass Faith, why don't ya?"
"She's my second choice."
He heard the distinct click of the gun that usually signaled death.
"Get.......out."
"No."
He felt the whispered word hit her uncomfortably, her muscles pulled taunt with wariness. However, a slow lazy smile stretched across her lips.
"I know what you're thinking........" she murmured, "You're thinking the gun isn't loaded. Well I think you should scoot before we find out."
"Aren't you gonna ask if I feel lucky?"
"You don't feel lucky." She assured him growling, moving the gun to his chest now, right above the Aorta, it would be a slow and painful end but that he could deal with.
"I feel insanely lucky." He informed her, crushing his lips down hungrily, pushing her head back with the force of his accosting of her mouth. Shock laced through him at her softness, her nature was hard, aloof, but now that she was out of the leather and tight shirts he could now feel just how unbelievingly squeezable she was. He growled in satisfaction as he ground himself into her, grasping the swell of her hip, jerking her forward, his tongue swept the cave of her mouth. His next growl was one of frustration, he wanted those clothes off....and NOW.
She laughed deeply beneath his lips, the cold metal of the gun still at his chest, pushing him back.
"Not that lucky." She warned him.
"You wicked cock-tease........." he hissed.
A wise ass smirk framed her mouth as she held him off. She had been fucking playing him like a guitar, he did not stand for that kind of shit.
Refusing to acknowledge the weapon at his chest he gripped her wrists harshly, "Tell me your name," he snarled, "........now."
She raised a superior brow, "Now, we made a deal, Sands. You find out after the morning we make sweet, sweet love." And within an instant he found the gun replaced by her foot and the next thing he knew he was on the floor.
Groaning, he picked himself up. The crazy bitch had kicked him.
A shot landed right in front of his feet making him back up. Another bullet was blasted into the floor, and taking a glance before jumping back again, he saw his partner, smiling in the dark.
He had to admit how it was getting him off. She was precisely aiming each shot, driving him out the door, and as much as he knew one of those boys would hurt like a motherfucker, he at that point was close to willingly risking that pain to lunge himself at her and fucking her into the mattress.
Sooner than he expected, he found his back against the hallway wall. Anne stood in the door, leaning against the frame , gun hanging lazily from her fingers.
"Now Tiger, I'm going to close this door and in ten seconds I'm letting my baby rip into it. I suggest you scittdattle before I do."
"Hey, fuck you, luv." He kissed the air sweetly in remorse.
"Not yet, luv." She kissed back, "Goodnight Sands." She smiled then closed the door and locked it again.
He shook his head, smiling, and no sooner had he turned away had three shots burst through the door embedding themselves into the wall where he had been.
"Missed." He called.
"Warning." Came the reply.
He allowed himself a low chuckle, continuing to walk away. That laugh meant trouble, it meant payback in a pretty nasty way.
Finding his way back through the house, he rapped swiftly on a bedroom door.
And behind door number two......
Faith opened the door and seeing him, stepped back, allowing him to enter. With eyes full of harsh malice and a cloud of barely veiled lust he accepted her invitation.
Anne slept through the screams.
Knowing that his partner at that moment was sound asleep, clueless as to what the next morning would bring was only half the fun.
He would make sure she would remember that denial was bad for the system.