Chapter 12: Double Trouble

Beca waited impatiently on the elevator to get to the medical floor, tapping her foot rapidly. She nearly sprinted out the doors as soon as they opened. Her eyes were focused on the doctor's door, confident today would be the day she'd finally be cleared for being back in the field. She slowed down and narrowed her eyes when she saw Luke emerge from the same office she was about to enter.

"Agent Mitchell. What brings you here?" He grinned, pausing in front of her.

"Got an appointment." She tried to ignore him.

"Oh, yes. Hoping to get cleared right?"

"Mhm." She brushed past him. Then she paused and spun around in curiosity. "What are you doing here?"

"Just a checkup." Luke shrugged. "Good luck!"

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The doctor looked nervous when Beca came inside.

"Oh, Agent Mitchel!" Dr. Sanders nearly jumped out of her skin. "Didn't expect to see you so soon." She nervously moved around the exam room, bumping into jars of various medical supplies.

"Well, its my appointment time." Beca said skeptically as she checked her watch.

"Right. Right. So how's the shoulder?"

"Its good. I feel ready."

"Let me have a look." Dr. Sanders motioned for her to sit on the table. Beca had a bored look on her face as she did all the muscle tests, feeling fine. She then lied down and the doctor started moving her shoulder in different directions. She pushed it back behind Beca's head, making the brunette flinch ever so slightly.

"Sorry, Agent Mitchell. I think we're going to need a few more days to rest."

"What?!" Beca shot up from her position.

"Your full strength isn't back." Dr. Sanders avoided eye contact.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Everything felt fine! I only flinched out of nervousness it didn't even hurt! Do it again!"

"I'm sorry Agent Mitchell. I'm filing my report that you're not cleared for field work." Dr. Sanders turned her back to start typing on her computer.

"Listen, bitch, you know I'm good to go. What's your fucking problem?"

"Please don't make me call your supervisor, Agent Mitchell." Dr. Sanders mumbled.

"This is bullshit!" Beca shouted as she slammed the door open so hard Dr. Sanders was nervous it would come off its hinges.

"Where is that fucking British prick?!" Beca stormed into hers and Chloe's office, startling the redhead.

"He's talking with Aubrey." Chloe looked at Beca in shock. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"He's making the doc keep me behind the desk somehow. I know it." Beca growled.

"Okay, you're being completely paranoid." Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Explain why he came strolling out of Sanders' office just before my appointment, and she was all fidgety, and STILL didn't clear me when I'm perfectly fine?"

"I know you're getting restless, but she knows best. And Luke wouldn't do that." Chloe brushed her off.

"Luke wouldn't do what?" Agent Morgan entered the office casually when he heard his name.

"You want her so bad you're bribing the doc to keep me chained to the desk?" Beca shoved her finger into his chest.

"I think you're just a little testy because I did what you couldn't." Luke smiled proudly, knowing he was baiting the shorter agent.

"And what couldn't I do?"

"Get a date with the redhead." He winked at Chloe who looked away and felt her cheeks turning red.

"Oh please!" Beca scoffed. "I'm pissed because I want to be an agent! I'm being held back for no damn good reason! If I find out you've had something to do with me not getting cleared, your ass is mine."

"It's hard to be scared of a midget." Luke huffed as Beca started to walk away. Without thinking she spun around, brought her left hand back and punched him right in the jaw before storming out.

"Beca!" Chloe slammed her hands on her desk as she stood to check on Luke. Before she could yell any further, Beca was gone.

The next day there was tense silence between Beca and Chloe. They kept exchanging angry glances, while trying to avoid starting a yelling match. Beca took a deep breath, looked around to make sure Luke wasn't coming and made her way over to Chloe's desk.

"Look, Chloe, I know we aren't seeing eye to eye right now, but there's something about that guy." She started tentatively. "He's up to something, I feel it in my gut."

"And what would he be up to?" Chloe leaned back in her chair, suppressing her annoyance.

"I don't know. But look, its not paranoia; he did or said something to Dr. Sanders to make her not clear me. I know it!"

"I think you're being ridiculous." Chloe shook her head and tried to ignore the brunette hovering over her desk.

"He's hiding something, Chloe. He's trouble. Just...be careful."

"I think you're just being jealous." Chloe looked up at her, with a disapproving stare. "You can't let that affect your work. I thought you were better than that."

"It has nothing to do with jealousy! Because I'm not even. He's shady, there's something-" But Beca was cut off by Luke entering the office announcing a mission for him and Chloe.

"Thank God." Chloe mumbled as she hopped up from her chair.

"Must be nice to not have some asshole holding you back." Beca glared at Luke.

"Its a little pathetic, Beca. All this paranoia." Luke looked at her with over-exaggerated sympathy. "Maybe they need to do a psych eval, too."

"Shut the fuck up." Beca took an angry step towards him.

"Luke just ignore her, let's go." Chloe pushed him out the door and shot one last angry look at Beca.

Chloe and Luke were in a parking lot nearby HQ. Luke was examining some contents of boxes inside a small moving truck. Chloe wasn't including on the briefing, which she thought was odd. That had never happened in her five years at the Agency.

"Sorry...I'm confused about what exactly we're supposed to be doing." She stepped into the truck beside Luke and looked into a box. To her surprise it contained items that agents had confiscated from various terrorists, spies, and other threats to America.

"Its a simple transfer mission." Luke stated simply as he looked through the boxes.

"Transfer?"

"Agency secrets." He waved his hand over the boxes, not looking at Chloe. He began getting frustrated as he rummaged through the boxes.

"What are we looking for?" Chloe casually peered in the boxes, not understanding Luke's determined search.

"Where's the laptop?" Luke looked up quickly, frustration growing.

"What...what laptop?" Chloe ran a hand through her hair, thoroughly confused.

"Liam...Liam Westley. Ring a bell?" Luke stomped to the other side of the truck and started ripping the boxes open.

"Liam Westley?" Chloe knew the name was familiar and she racked her brain trying to remember. Her eyes got dark when she remembered the British terrorist from whom she and Beca had stolen a drug designed to kill thousands as well as a very important laptop with information on how to recreate said drug. Beca had locked Liam in the basement as they made their getaway.

"Where is it, Chloe?" Luke's voice sounded like a warning.

"What do you want with it?" Chloe crossed her arms. Luke stepped forward and smiled a tight, frustrated smile.

"Liam's my brother. We worked hard together on that project. So, I'll ask one more time, Agent Beale. Where. Is. The. Laptop?"

"How did you even…?" Chloe was shocked. She couldn't believe he had somehow weaseled his way into the agency if he was working with terrorists. "I need orders from above to give that information." Chloe turned around to get out of the truck when Luke grabbed her arm. She reached for her taser when he snatched it from her hands. He then took a swift kick to the back of her knees, making her drop. In pretty much the same motion he used Chloe's taser on her and she fell to the floor, nearly unconscious. Luke paced around the truck before deciding to drive away instead before he was spotted. He quickly tied Chloe up with some rope and leaned her up against the wall before jumping out, shutting the door, and hopping in the drivers' seat.

Chloe forced herself to sit up, trying to come up with a plan. She reached in her back pocket and pulled out her phone. Her hands still tied behind her back she gently tossed the phone to the side and slipped off her shoe and sock. Her tongue hung halfway out of her mouth while her lips pressed down in concentration as she used her toe to call Aubrey.

"Agent Posen." Aubrey answered while flipping through some files on her desk.

"Aubrey! Luke's a double agent. He was using me...us...to get that laptop from the British terrorist cell." Chloe whisper-yelled through the speaker.

"Where are you?" Aubrey turned serious and jumped up.

"In the back of the moving truck that was at HQ. I'll turn my location on for you." Chloe bit down on her lip trying to hit the right buttons with her toe.

"On my way!" Aubrey raced out of her office and straight to Beca. "Mitchell, let's go."

"I'm not-"

"I don't give a fuck about doctor's orders. Luke kidnapped Chloe. He's working with terrorists…"

"I knew it!" Beca shouted and slammed her fist on her table as she snatched her jacket from the wall. "Where are they?" She jogged behind Aubrey as they went to the parking garage. Without answering, Aubrey shared the location with Beca. As Aubrey opened the door to her SUV, Beca took off in a sprint to her bike.

"Beca! What are you doing?" Aubrey nearly screeched, echoing in the garage.

"Stella's faster!" Beca threw her helmet on and sped out of the garage before Aubrey could even back out.

Beca sped down the street, glancing down at her phone to see where the truck was. She leaned to her left and drove down the double yellow traffic line, barely sneaking past two cars who laid on their horns. She yanked the gear up as she weaved around several more cars. She finally saw the truck up ahead in the distance. She leaned forward pushing her speed higher and higher until she was right behind them. She carefully put her phone back in her pocket and looked back and forth between the truck and her bike, figuring out a plan.

She had to react fast when Luke made a sharp turn and headed for the docks. She yanked her hands to the left to follow the truck, narrowly avoiding an oncoming car. She was still on his tail, not sure if he'd seen her yet. She drove up to the passenger door and looked down at her bike.

"I'll come back for you, baby." Beca roamed her eyes over her bike as she started to stand. She held on to one handle with her right hand and balanced her feet on the seat. As Luke started to look to see her, she jumped onto the door, landing with a loud thud, gripping tightly to the handle.

Chloe jumped when she heard the thud and looked around panicking. The truck kept moving so she sat still, preparing for anything and still trying to get the rope untied.

"Hey, asshole!" Beca shouted, but was slightly muffled from the helmet she was still wearing. Luke yanked the steering wheel to try and throw her off balance. It only made Chloe fall again, but Beca used her momentum to headbutt him with her extra helmet assistance. She then fought with him over control of the truck. She reached and opened his door, trying to throw him out. He reached around for the taser but it was on the floor. Beca's right hand gripped the steering wheel, while her left connected another punch.

Chloe could hear the fighting and grunting but couldn't make out the voice of the intruder. She could only hope it was someone to save her.

Luke finally lost grip on the wheel and Beca grabbed him by the shirt and shoved him out the door. He tried to hold on but she kicked his hands and he went rolling on the pavement. Beca slid into the drivers' seat and got the truck back under control when she looked up and saw a huge storage container by the docks they were about to crash into.

"Fucking shit!" She shouted as she slammed her foot on the brake. The truck skidded to a stop but still hit the container, only causing damage to the front part of the truck. Beca took off her helmet and jumped out to get Chloe. She couldn't see Luke, but she was regretting not having her gun on her.

She opened the sliding door and saw Chloe sitting at the back staring at her in shock.

"How the hell did you do that?" Chloe was out of breath from getting tossed around in the dark truck.

"I'm Beca fucking Mitchell." Beca shrugged, and for the first time in days showed off her cocky smile while keeping her hand on the door. Chloe started smiling until she saw Luke appear. Before she could give Beca warning, he put the barrel of his gun against Beca's head. Beca closed her eyes and let out a defeated sigh.

"Ah, Chloe, Chloe. I thought you were special." He tsked.

"Let her go." Chloe growled.

"Or what?" Luke nearly doubled over with laughter. "You're tied up. She has no gun. You two are such a disastrous pair."

"What do you want?" Chloe felt her heart rate speed up.

"Just tell me where the laptop is." Luke shrugged like it was no big deal. "Just a little laptop is all I want. But if you insist on being stubborn I can just put a bullet through your wannabe girlfriend, here." He shoved his gun harder against Beca's head, making her flinch. "Which, by the way...you shouldn't be out here. I made sure your doctor didn't clear you." He grinned widely, focusing on Beca now.

"You little fucker." Beca growled between her clenched teeth.

"But you're such a rebel, aren't you?" He shook his head. "Now, Agent Beale. Do you want to protect that little laptop I want or the life of your partner here? Where is it?"

Chloe looked at Beca who just shook her head. Beca knew if he got that laptop, they could recreate the drug that could kill hundreds or thousands of innocents. Chloe tried to steady her breathing, when she looked at Luke.

"Fine." She stared angrily at him. "I'll tell you where it is."

"Chloe, don't!" Beca tried to wriggle free.

"Shush, midget. Go on, Beale." Luke nodded. Chloe closed her eyes, ready to tell him when she heard a gunshot and her eyes shot open. Luke was on the floor writhing in pain, his hand nearly shot off. Beca was frozen in her spot, not sure where the shot had come from.

She slowly turned around to see a large blond woman standing a few feet from the truck. She was probably 3 times the size of Beca, making the brunette gulp in mild fear.

"Hello ladies." The blond spoke with an Australian accent. "And Agent Morgan...or should I say Luke Westley?" She smirked at the Brit crying in pain.

"Who are you?" Beca asked hesitantly.

"Name's Fat Amy. And this is my partner Flabby Abby." She nodded to the slightly smaller woman next to her. "We're with the FBI. We've been hunting this guy for months. He's a sneaky little bastard hiding out with the Agency for the past couple weeks."

"The last guy we 'worked' with had an accent too, so...sorry if I have trust issues." Beca looked at her nervously. Aubrey then came pulling up behind them, tires squealing.

"Beca!" She got out and put her hands on her hips. "That was reckless and dangerous...and really quite impressive. I see you've met agents Amy Hobart and Abby Potter. After Chloe called I sent Luke's face and information into the National database and was almost immediately contacted by the FBI. Thankfully they were close and wanted to come help as well as get their guy." Aubrey patted Amy on the back.

"Always gotta save your twig ass, Posen." Amy gave her a playful shove. "I chose the better branch of government service that's for sure."

"I'll give you this one Fat Amy." Aubrey playfully glared at the large blonde woman.

"And thanks for saving my ass." Beca held out a hand which was vigorously accepted by Fat Amy. "Ah, careful, this is my bad arm." She let out a little chuckle.

"If we're all done with the pleasantries?" Chloe spoke up, trying not to sound annoyed. "Would someone mind untying me."

Beca hurried over and worked on undoing the knot. Chloe tried to make eye contact with her as Beca knelt beside her. When the rope was off and both women stood up, Chloe opened her mouth to speak, but Beca prevented Chloe's talking by turning to Aubrey.

"Can we go back for Stella?" She sounded like a kid who lost her puppy. Chloe couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"I'm shocked you even bothered to untie me before going to check on your precious bike." Chloe gave Beca an annoyed look.

"Me too." Beca shrugged with a slight smirk and walked off to join Aubrey. They all said their goodbyes to their new FBI friends and gladly watched them take Luke away in handcuffs.

"If you ever need us for anything, don't hesitate to call." Fat Amy gave them a salute as she shoved the Brit into their SUV.

Aubrey, Chloe and Beca drove slowly back the way they came looking for Beca's bike. Beca was holding her helmet as if the tighter she held it, the more chance of her bike only having minimal damage would be.

"There it is." Aubrey pointed and pulled to the other side of the road. Beca jumped out and sprinted to the bike that was lying on its side with dents and scratches all over the place. The glass windshield was shattered. She fearfully ran her hand along the bike and whispered, "Dammit, Stella. Sorry I had to do this to you."

Aubrey and Chloe exchanged weirded out glances, not interrupting Beca's moment. Beca pulled the bike up and dragged it to the SUV since one tire had totally deflated.

"I think my mechanic can save her." She mumbled as she struggled to get it into Aubrey's back seat. "I hope so at least."

The three of them returned to HQ and discovered Luke had threatened the doctor with killing her son if she didn't do as he said. Beca felt bad for yelling at her, but all was quickly forgiven. And Beca was finally given her note to return to field work, especially considering she jumped onto a moving vehicle and didn't have any issues with her shoulder.

Beca took a deep breath as she sat down in her desk chair across from Chloe.

"I can't believe you jumped off your bike to save me." Chloe mumbled. Beca just shrugged it off and started typing up her report. It was the fastest Chloe had ever seen Beca start working on paperwork after a mission, albeit this one was rather impromptu.

"I didn't sleep with him, just so you know." Chloe swallowed hard looking across the office.

"Cool. I don't remember asking."

"I'm sorry, you know. For not believing you." Chloe ignored Beca's cold response, trying to mend their partnership.

"Its fine."

"Are you going to just stay mad at me?" Chloe felt her own anger starting to bubble up at Beca's short answers.

"Nope." Beca stood up and tried to leave, but Chloe quickly jumped up to block her from the door.

"Talk to me, please."

"There's nothing to talk about. I'm just a little concerned about your abilities going forward. You so easily fell for that liar. How do I know you won't fall for another trap that endangers our lives again?"

"First of all." Chloe raised a finger. "I didn't fall for him. I went on a couple dates, that's it. Second of all, don't act like your jealousy didn't affect your behavior."

"I wasn't jealous!" Beca shoved Chloe's hand away from her face.

"Well you sure seemed bothered with me kissing him." Chloe countered.

"No, you can kiss whoever the hell you want. I'm just annoyed that he comes in and flirts and you become a gooey-eyed dope. I flirt...and just as a joke...and you call me unprofessional and immature. And he's the one who tried to kill us!"

"Your flirting is totally different!" Chloe rolled her eyes. "He actually meant it."

"Chloe!" Beca almost busted out laughing. "He was a double agent! He did NOT mean it. He was literally just using you." Chloe winced, knowing Beca was totally right.

"The point is you let your own personal feelings affect how you handled some things over the past couple weeks." Chloe tried to turn the attack back on Beca.

"Feelings? I knew the guy was trouble. And hey, guess what?" Beca spread her hands in mock surprise. "I was right! And I'm so sorry for once again saving your ass."

"Ugh!" Chloe dropped her hands. "You're so full of it."

"Maybe sometimes. But I have reason to be confident." Beca smirked, stepping closer to Chloe. "And you know what?" Her eyes darted back and forth between Chloe's.

"What?" Chloe gulped, feeling an energy change.

"I did kind of enjoy seeing you tied up." Beca whispered.

"You're so infuriating and childish." Chloe growled as she spun around to move back to her desk.

"Sorry you're stuck with me, then." Beca turned around with her hands in a shrug and she walked backwards into the door.