Show: The Agency
Title: The American Family: Chapter 10
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I'm back. I was as usual stuck in a rut as how to continue this fic. There was never a question of me not continuing, just letting you know. Thanks for last chapter's comments, keep them coming. BTW, if Kusuma or Dawn is reading this, can you email me and give me some info as how to upload this story to the Stiles_Terri archive?
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(Picks back up right after the end of the last chapter)
"Fat lot this'll do, though," she continued bitterly.
Stiles frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It doesn't matter if we know what he looked like then, Stiles. This photo is seven years old, and O'Brien is a master of disguise. There's no telling what he looks like now."
Stiles cursed under his breath. "So now what?"
Terri shrugged her shoulders despondently. "We're right back at square one."
Stiles sighed, but kept hold of his temper. "So what was the point?"
Terri hit a few buttons and waited for the new photo to print. "Well at least now we can circulate this photo around the Intel community and see if we get any hits."
"And then?" asked Stiles, impatiently.
Terri glanced up at him. "We hope for the best."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Quinn's Office (1 hour later)
Shutting the door quietly behind him, Stiles turned around to toss a thin folder on the desk before him. Quinn said nothing, opening the folder instead. Wordlessly, his practically colourless eyebrows shot up.
"Who is this?"
"That is a photo composition of what Jonathan O'Brien probably truly looked like seven years ago compliments of Ms. Lowell."
Quinn smirked. "That girl is good," he drawled.
Stiles shook his head. "That *woman* is good sir."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Half an hour later, Stiles emerged from Quinn's office. Lex and Terri watched him anxiously as he progressed down the hall. As the tall, burly Agent passed the OTS office, he nodded his head barely and continued the hall. Lex and Terri gave smiles of triumph and turning back to their stations their fingers began to mechanically fly across the keyboards.
*~*~*~*~*~*
CIA Headquarters (6:30 p.m.)
"Ok, Lex, Joshua," announced Terri, pulling on her coat and gloves, "I'm ready to go. I need to go pick up Alex," she explained, slipping her briefcase over her shoulder. Without looking up, she crashed right into Stiles. Immediately, he gripped her arms and brought her closer to his body to keep her momentum from falling her over.
The moment Terri came into full contact with the length of Stiles warm, hard body, Terri's eyes snapped up to meet his and she blushed. He smiled, his knowing little grin irritated the hell out of her.
She stepped away and cleared her throat, embarrassed both by her inattentiveness and her instinctive reaction to being close to him. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Where are you off to?" he asked, not wanting her to just walk away. He had liked the way they worked together today – having constructive conversation together without argument; applying their mental strengths together to solve a puzzle.
"Alex," she explained, the one word saying it all.
Stiles smiled. "Ok. I won't keep you," he continued.
Terri nodded her head and turned around, but Stiles' voice stopped her before she could make it to the elevators.
"Hey, Terri?" he called.
She turned around, her eyes huge in her face as she looked at him standing away from him in his customary jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt. The butterflies started fluttering, and she silently berated herself. ::Damn it!:: she was confused.
"Good work," he finished.
Terri smiled, and so did he. She pressed the button to the elevator and, as the building was almost empty, a car arrived almost immediately. She stepped on and turned around, only to find Stiles still there in the hallway. "Thanks," she mouthed, as the elevator doors slid shut.
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It was an entire hour later before Terri made it back home, an exhausted A.B.2 in her arms as she shut the door behind her. In the darkness, she turned to the keypad just inside the door and reset the security system before snapping on the light. Instinctively as she turned around, she knew something was not quite right.
Her field operative skills leapt to the surface as her eye shrewdly swept over the living room, awash in the soft lighting from the wall scones. Her eyes swept every corner as she walked slowly around the room, Alex cradled in her arms. Visually, everything was in its place. But she could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck instinctively start to rise. She had the sickening feeling that she was being watched. Her eyes swept the room with renewed vigour, looking for anyplace that could hold a bug. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes rested several times on the blinds, in which lay hidden ingeniously, a tiny transparent non-metallic bug.
*~*~*~*~*~*
In the dark dank basement of the warehouse not so far away, Paddy spilt his coffee over his ratty T-shirt as he took stock of Terri's actions.
"What the fuck is she doin'!" he exclaimed, the idea that the woman might somehow find the bugs causing his panic to rise.
From his corner, John-boy was equally as worried, though he hid it more tactfully. The two men watched with bated breath as Terri's eyes continually swept over the room. When the woman frowned in frustration and muttered something like, "I must going crazy or something," he let out a breath he hadn't even been aware he had been holding.
As he watched the beautiful woman's progress up to her son's room where she undressed him, redressed him in his PJ's and tucked him into bed, he held her in a different light. Although she had not found the bugs and he felt no real fear that she would, he knew that she had a feeling that was being watched. And that was a dangerous thing.
It was time to act.
TBC…
A/N: I'm sorry that the chapter is so short but I'm just happy that I was even able to write it. Things are coming to a head right now and the action should start picking up soon. Please R&R, hope to hear from you guys soon!
Title: The American Family: Chapter 10
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: I'm back. I was as usual stuck in a rut as how to continue this fic. There was never a question of me not continuing, just letting you know. Thanks for last chapter's comments, keep them coming. BTW, if Kusuma or Dawn is reading this, can you email me and give me some info as how to upload this story to the Stiles_Terri archive?
*~*~*~*~*~*
(Picks back up right after the end of the last chapter)
"Fat lot this'll do, though," she continued bitterly.
Stiles frowned. "What do you mean?"
"It doesn't matter if we know what he looked like then, Stiles. This photo is seven years old, and O'Brien is a master of disguise. There's no telling what he looks like now."
Stiles cursed under his breath. "So now what?"
Terri shrugged her shoulders despondently. "We're right back at square one."
Stiles sighed, but kept hold of his temper. "So what was the point?"
Terri hit a few buttons and waited for the new photo to print. "Well at least now we can circulate this photo around the Intel community and see if we get any hits."
"And then?" asked Stiles, impatiently.
Terri glanced up at him. "We hope for the best."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Quinn's Office (1 hour later)
Shutting the door quietly behind him, Stiles turned around to toss a thin folder on the desk before him. Quinn said nothing, opening the folder instead. Wordlessly, his practically colourless eyebrows shot up.
"Who is this?"
"That is a photo composition of what Jonathan O'Brien probably truly looked like seven years ago compliments of Ms. Lowell."
Quinn smirked. "That girl is good," he drawled.
Stiles shook his head. "That *woman* is good sir."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Half an hour later, Stiles emerged from Quinn's office. Lex and Terri watched him anxiously as he progressed down the hall. As the tall, burly Agent passed the OTS office, he nodded his head barely and continued the hall. Lex and Terri gave smiles of triumph and turning back to their stations their fingers began to mechanically fly across the keyboards.
*~*~*~*~*~*
CIA Headquarters (6:30 p.m.)
"Ok, Lex, Joshua," announced Terri, pulling on her coat and gloves, "I'm ready to go. I need to go pick up Alex," she explained, slipping her briefcase over her shoulder. Without looking up, she crashed right into Stiles. Immediately, he gripped her arms and brought her closer to his body to keep her momentum from falling her over.
The moment Terri came into full contact with the length of Stiles warm, hard body, Terri's eyes snapped up to meet his and she blushed. He smiled, his knowing little grin irritated the hell out of her.
She stepped away and cleared her throat, embarrassed both by her inattentiveness and her instinctive reaction to being close to him. "Sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going."
"Where are you off to?" he asked, not wanting her to just walk away. He had liked the way they worked together today – having constructive conversation together without argument; applying their mental strengths together to solve a puzzle.
"Alex," she explained, the one word saying it all.
Stiles smiled. "Ok. I won't keep you," he continued.
Terri nodded her head and turned around, but Stiles' voice stopped her before she could make it to the elevators.
"Hey, Terri?" he called.
She turned around, her eyes huge in her face as she looked at him standing away from him in his customary jeans and long-sleeved T-shirt. The butterflies started fluttering, and she silently berated herself. ::Damn it!:: she was confused.
"Good work," he finished.
Terri smiled, and so did he. She pressed the button to the elevator and, as the building was almost empty, a car arrived almost immediately. She stepped on and turned around, only to find Stiles still there in the hallway. "Thanks," she mouthed, as the elevator doors slid shut.
*~*~*~*~*~*
It was an entire hour later before Terri made it back home, an exhausted A.B.2 in her arms as she shut the door behind her. In the darkness, she turned to the keypad just inside the door and reset the security system before snapping on the light. Instinctively as she turned around, she knew something was not quite right.
Her field operative skills leapt to the surface as her eye shrewdly swept over the living room, awash in the soft lighting from the wall scones. Her eyes swept every corner as she walked slowly around the room, Alex cradled in her arms. Visually, everything was in its place. But she could feel the tiny hairs on the back of her neck instinctively start to rise. She had the sickening feeling that she was being watched. Her eyes swept the room with renewed vigour, looking for anyplace that could hold a bug. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes rested several times on the blinds, in which lay hidden ingeniously, a tiny transparent non-metallic bug.
*~*~*~*~*~*
In the dark dank basement of the warehouse not so far away, Paddy spilt his coffee over his ratty T-shirt as he took stock of Terri's actions.
"What the fuck is she doin'!" he exclaimed, the idea that the woman might somehow find the bugs causing his panic to rise.
From his corner, John-boy was equally as worried, though he hid it more tactfully. The two men watched with bated breath as Terri's eyes continually swept over the room. When the woman frowned in frustration and muttered something like, "I must going crazy or something," he let out a breath he hadn't even been aware he had been holding.
As he watched the beautiful woman's progress up to her son's room where she undressed him, redressed him in his PJ's and tucked him into bed, he held her in a different light. Although she had not found the bugs and he felt no real fear that she would, he knew that she had a feeling that was being watched. And that was a dangerous thing.
It was time to act.
TBC…
A/N: I'm sorry that the chapter is so short but I'm just happy that I was even able to write it. Things are coming to a head right now and the action should start picking up soon. Please R&R, hope to hear from you guys soon!
