A/N: I am not a spy novel writer so if the logistics of the spy writing sucks I'm sorry. It's not supposed to be a serious spy type of thing anyway more like a Chuck if you've ever seen that show. SO anywho, focus on the Beca/Chloe story and bear with the spy stuff :) Thank you for the reviews!

PS: finally figured out how to do the breaks since they weren't copy and pasting...I feel dumb lol

Chapter 6:

Beca and Chloe were on a jet to France for their next mission. They were attending a museum event in which a famous painting would be unveiled. Several high ranking U.S government employees would be in attendance as well as important officials from various countries around the world. Inside the painting would be an alleged bomb to take down the famous museum as well as its visitors and a large section of that part of the city which held many civilians. It was by far the riskiest mission the two would have been on together. Chloe was studying their binder full of information that they would need to know: persons of interest, schematics of the museum, cover stories, etc. She flipped a page, intensely staring down while Beca strummed her fingers nervously on the table in between them.

"Its disconcerting for you to be this nervous, you know?" Chloe's eyes didn't leave the pages as her irritation with the strumming grew.

"Sorry." Beca clasped her hands together. "I'm not nervous about the mission. Just hate flying."

"Might I suggest studying your binder to pass the time?" Chloe kept her focus on her binder while nudging the other one a little closer to Beca.

"Don't need to. Have a photographic memory."

"...Really?" Chloe finally peeked up from her reading, taking the bait.

"Nope!" Beca smirked, feeling successful at finally getting Chloe to look away from her study materials. Chloe just rolled her eyes and returned to reading.

"I think what might help me relax is maybe a little game of poker?" Beca reached into her bag and pulled out a bag of cards. She playfully shook the deck with a mischievous grin. "Strip poker? Or strip gin? Or strip go fish? You know I'm not picky."

Chloe slowly set down her binder and looked across the table at her smirking partner playing with the cards in her hand. She flashed her own shy smile across the table. "Yeah, let's do it. I'm terrible at card games. But its fine, I'm pretty confident about what's under this." She gestured to her body.

"...Really?" Beca gulped, looking down to Chloe's breasts, and quickly back up to her eyes.

"Nope!" Chloe added and extra pop sound at the end as she quickly picked up her binder again.

"Touche, Beale." Beca let out a breath and opted to lay the cards out to just play solitaire.

Once they had finished getting changed on the plane, they were greeted by a gray van on the runway. They carefully descended the stairs to the plane in their gala attire as Agent Swanson made a wolf whistle sound, leaning against the van.

"Looking good, ladies."

"Shut up." Beca swatted his shoulder. She was wearing a low cut black formal jumpsuit. Chloe was in a floor length green strapless dress. Underneath she had knives attached on both calves. One thigh holster for her pistol and the opposite side held her taser. Beca opted for a pistol holster on her left calf, knives on the right. She didn't care for tasers.

"Okay, so the banquet starts in an hour. The unveiling will take place 2 and a half hours after it begins. There'll be dinner, dancing, drinks, and so forth beforehand. It's crucial you find Pierre and his goons in that time and subdue them. He is in charge of keeping the painting, while his partners, Victor and Gabriel, are in charge of the bomb. They probably have five to seven meatheads with them for protection. It looks like the plan is to put the bomb in place at the very last minute. Our intel says its a remote detonation bomb, not timed, so you are cleared to shoot to kill all of them so they don't have time to detonate it. I'll be in your ear if you need anything and if you get separated be sure to communicate." Jesse tapped on the earpiece in his left ear. "We have a chopper ready so once you get the bomb stabilized let us know and we'll pick you up from the roof. There's a lot of important people in there tonight. We can't let that bomb go off, understood?"

"There's a bomb shelter underneath the museum, right?" Beca started attaching her ear piece.

"Yes, why?"

"Well, in a worst case scenario we can just toss the bomb in there, right?"

"You make it sound like tossing leftovers in the trash." Chloe shook her head.

"It would definitely be worst case because that could pose some issues." Jesse sighed. "It's not exactly a bomb shelter, but it would add a thick layer of protection. However, it would still probably cause damage to the structure and the museum would need to be evacuated immediately. Don't rely on that being a good option."

"Got it. Anything else?" Beca sat back in the van, fully prepared.

"Good luck, agents."

Beca and Chloe were standing together at the bar, trying not to look to conspicuous as they studied the large room. There were nine other floors devoted to various types of sculptures and paintings from various time periods and styles. There were also ten more floors with hotel suites for the extra rich tourists. Beca handed Chloe a glass of champagne and took a sip herself.

"So, what exactly is our cover here?" Beca whispered.

"You are Juliet McNamara and I am Emma Lloyd; two very wealthy art collectors from America. You'd know this if you bothered to read your briefing." Chloe whispered behind her glass.

"No, I know that. I mean...are Juliet and Emma…?"

"Are they what?"

"Dating...each other? Fling thing? Here with invisible boyfriends, what?"

"That doesn't matter." Chloe glanced at Beca in irritation.

"What if we have to be on the dance floor. We'd obviously have to dance with each other. Sooo...I'd say they're a couple." Beca leaned in and winked.

"Could you just focus on the mission." Chloe shook her head. Beca let it drop, but was pleased with herself for making the redhead blush.

They meandered around the large ground floor, pretending to observe the artwork, but really scanning the faces to try and find Pierre and his crew. Beca's eyes scanned the couples dancing and spotted Victor dancing with a dark skinned goddess. She was a little jealous until she grinned at the redhead standing next to her.

With no warning, Beca grabbed Chloe's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. She snatched her by the waist and quickly intertwined their fingers before Chloe could realize what was happening.

"What the hell?" Chloe whispered angrily in Beca's ear.

"Just dance, babe." Beca whispered back, but far less angrier. Chloe swallowed hard, ignoring the shiver that went down her spine from Beca whispering in her ear.

"Why?" She closed her eyes and reluctantly let Beca lead.

"Your seven o'clock. Victor. One of the bomb guys. Dancing with a girl. Just gotta keep him in our sights."

Chloe started to turn around when Beca pulled her waist forward so their bodies were pressed together.

"Don't make it obvious." Beca scolded. Chloe just glared at her, doing her best to not let her gaze travel to Beca's lips, which were far too close for comfort.

"Okay, spin." Beca quickly pushed Chloe into a spin and met her halfway, pulling her close again so they could keep up with Victor.

"So you can dance?" Chloe asked, trying to keep her gaze into Beca's eyes cold.

"Impressed?" Beca cocked an eyebrow.

"Just shocked. Thought it would be too classy for you." Chloe shrugged.

"I'm full of class."

"You're full of something…" Chloe smirked until she caught sight of Victor heading upstairs. She immediately relinquished hold of Beca's hand and motioned her to follow. They ascended the stairs slowly, making sure Victor didn't spot them. They watched as Victor entered one of the hotel rooms which was guarded by two brutish-looking men.

Beca reached to pull her gun from her calf while Chloe pulled her dress up to grab her taser. Beca watched as the green fabric rolled up to reveal Chloe's very toned legs. She gulped when Chloe caught her gaze and quickly flattened the dress back down.

"That was hot." Beca couldn't contain her comment. Chloe just rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the hotel room.

"Keep your gun hidden." Chloe whispered as she grabbed Beca's right hand. Beca silently did as she was told. Suddenly Chloe fell into her and draped her other arm around Beca.

"Baaaaabe!" Chloe whined as she stumbled, pretending to be drunk. "I can't find my key."

"Don't worry, sweetie, I got mine." Beca grinned as she joined in on the role playing, wrapping her hand around Chloe's waist. "I'll let you borrow it, but only if you PROMISE to have your way with me." Beca stumbled with Chloe closer to the guards. Chloe shot her an annoyed glare as she rapidly spun around and tased both guards before they could react.

"Take them to the stairs in the back. I'm going in." Chloe nodded.

"Like hell you are." Beca snatched her arm. "You can't be that stupid."

"Fine." Chloe rolled her eyes, though she knew Beca was right. "Just don't shoot if you don't have to." Beca just nodded as Chloe leaned against the door, listening to guess how many people were in the room.

Jesse was sitting anxiously in the van as he watched a screen showing heat signatures in the building. He saw Chloe and Beca reach the hotel room door.

"You got three in there. One has his back to the door. The other two are near the balcony." He said into the earpiece.

Chloe glanced at Beca to check if she was ready, Beca responded with a nod. Chloe slammed the door open, knocking the first guy off his feet. She saw Victor and Pierre by the painting, preparing the bomb. They looked at her in shock then looked at their hands, making the finishing touches on the bomb. She tased them both and they fell to the floor before they could reach their guns. Beca ran over to the painting to see if the bomb had actually been activated.

"Stupid women." The man behind the door grunted as he stood to his feet. He slapped the taser out of Chloe's hand and reached or her neck. Beca swiftly brought her gun up and shot him in the head. Chloe let out a breath as she felt him fall behind her.

"Shit." Beca whispered. Chloe hurried over, looking over her shoulder. "Jesse! Get a chopper to the roof ASAP!" Beca grabbed the bomb and sprinted out of the room.

"Beca! Where are you going?" Chloe snatched her taser as she sprinted after Beca. They ran down the back stairs, as Beca clutched the bomb to her chest. They finally reached the basement makeshift bomb shelter.

"Get everyone evacuated." Beca gave her a nudge away.

"And what are you doing?" Chloe stood in place.

"I'm going to try and disarm it." Beca shrugged as she typed in the key code.

"Hell no you aren't!" Chloe reached for the bomb and accidentally shoving Beca into the door.

"Yes! I am!" Beca fought her hand away as the door opened. She jumped inside and turned around.

"Stop. That is stupid. Just let it go off by itself, we'll get everyone out together." Chloe held her hand on the door so Beca couldn't shut it.

"Chloe! Now is not the time to be stubborn, just hurry up. You're wasting time." Beca shoved her hand away.

"I'm not letting you do that!" Chloe growled.

"Sorry, Chlo!" Beca gave her a forceful shove that sent her a few steps back. She took the opportunity to slam the door shut, run down the basement stairs and get to work on the bomb. She had some minimal training in the military with weapons like this.

"Jesse!" Chloe screamed into her earpiece. "What's the code for the door!" She was kicking herself for not reading that part of the binder. And how had Beca known?

"Chloe…" Jesse took a deep breath. "You have to evacuate the museum."

"Give me the code!" Chloe growled.

"Evacuate the museum, Agent Beale! That's an order!"

"Fuck!" Chloe slammed her arm against the door, stared at it angrily for a moment and reluctantly turned around to sprint back to the main floor. But she was grabbed by a man just before she reached the main hall.

Beca had started sweating as the minutes went by and she was still working on disabling the bomb, when she heard a deep voice come over her earpiece.

"To whom am I speaking?" He asked. Beca darted her eyes around the floor, trying to figure out who it could be.

"I have your girl." He chuckled and a small yelp from Chloe could be heard in Beca's ear.

"Leave her alone!" Beca stood straight up.

"Give me the bomb then."

"No."

"Then your girl goes bye-bye over the roof."

"Wait! Fine!" Beca cursed at herself. "I'm coming."

Pierre held Chloe by her arm, waiting patiently on the roof. He looked her up and down.

"Your girlfriend has good taste. But she is a fool. Shame, am I right?"

"She's not my girlfriend." Chloe just stared right back at him, unflinching.

"Hmm...then she's just a fool." He shrugged his shoulders before directing his attention to the rooftop doors, from which Beca stumbles through. Beca looks at Chloe who is moving her eyes rapidly between Beca and her own left hand, which still holds her taser. Beca registers this quickly and fixes her attention on Pierre.

"Hey, Frenchie. Let the ginger go."

"Give me that little toy in your hand." Pierre nodded, taking a step back with Chloe.

"Toy?" Beca acted shocked. "Did your mother never teach you that bombs aren't toys?" She shook her head in disapproval. "Now, that's just bad parenting."

"Give it to me you little munchkin."

"Oooh, haven't heard that one before." Beca's eyes widened sarcastically as she stepped forward with the pair in front of her.

"Hand it over, or the redhead goes for a dive." He growled, tightening his grip on Chloe.

"Kay." Beca shrugged and squatted. "I'm gonna slide it over. Just let her go." He nodded back. As soon as Beca had put the bomb on the ground, and Pierre slightly loosened his grip, Chloe shoved her taser into Pierre's chest. He collapsed, but since he was still holding her, she got a residual shock, which sent her a few steps back. She shrieked as her hands flailed and grabbed onto the roof by her fingertips. Beca sprinted over and leaped to snatch Chloe's hand just as her grip slipped.

There was a loud pop as Beca held on to Chloe's hand when she had started falling.

"Ahhhhh! SHIT!" Beca grimaced, feeling her shoulder dislocate. "Fuck! Can you reach back up?" She asked as she tried to hold on to a pole with her left hand to keep them from sliding.

"I'm trying." Chloe grunted as she reached for the same pole. She winced as she saw Beca's face grimace in agony. Even though she was hanging 20 stories in the air, holding on for dear life, she felt bad for Beca's pain.

"AHHHH!" Beca let out a tortured yell feeling another loud pop as she pulled herself back with just enough force to pull Chloe back to the roof. Chloe landed on top of her, looking down on the brunette in immense pain. Chloe knew Beca had to be in a lot of pain to not make some sarcastic, sexual innuendo about Chloe straddling her right now.

"You okay?" Chloe moved to help Beca sit up.

"Dislocated it." Beca groaned. "I've done it before...Just need to take a couple deep breaths before I put it back."

"Here...just...let me." Chloe scooted closer and positioned her hands. "Take a deep breath." As Beca did so, Chloe felt the bone slip back into its intended spot with a softer pop than the one from earlier, with another cry from Beca.

"Much...better." Beca mumbled, putting her left hand on top of her right shoulder. "Least it wasn't my left, right?" She let out a labored laugh.

"Right…" Chloe grinned and shook her head. "Oh shit! The bomb!" She jumped up, before Beca stopped her.

"It's fine. I disarmed it." She wasn't in too much pain now to flash her cocky grin. Chloe let out a relieved breath before plopping herself back down next to Beca.

"Well...that was impressive." Chloe decided to let Beca have this moment.

"I know. Thanks, partner." She leaned over to nudge Chloe's shoulder. Their gaze was interrupted by a violent wind coming from the chopper preparing to land.

"Let's get home." Chloe grabbed Beca by her good arm and helped her to the chopper.