Chapter 1: Callie
Washington, DC, USA
Present day
"Oh fuck yes, right there!" The brunette moaned, her hips bucking into Callie's face.
Callie used her leverage to push the woman back into the mattress, while she continued her mission. She was reveling in the feel of having this much power over another woman, of making her come undone like this with just her fingers and her tongue.
She could feel the other woman's orgasm build and smiled. Just when she was about to change the pace to push the other woman over the top, her phone started playing Missy Elliot's 'Work it'. Callie groaned and stopped what she was doing, causing the other woman to open her eyes and flash her a questioning look.
"Sorry, babe, I gotta take this." She had to admit to herself she was only using the pet name because she had completely forgotten what the woman's name was.
"Hello?" She answered the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Torres, how soon can you get here?" It was Derek Shepherd, her boss. She already knew it was him by the ringtone that had so rudely interrupted her extracurricular activity.
"I'm actually not far from the office. I'll be there in half an hour," Callie replied. She looked over to the naked, panting woman next to her and flashed her an apologetic look.
"Alright, hurry your ass up, Torres." With that, her boss hung up. She had only just finished her previous mission and she was supposed to have the weekend off. It sounded important and had immediately piqued Callie's interest
The mysterious brunette groaned loudly, thinking this phone call had put an abrupt halt to their activities. But Callie had other plans. She all but jumped back on top of the other woman and made a trail of sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down her body. "I have time to finish this," she said in between kisses before delving her face back in between the hot woman's thighs.
"Fuck, Callie," the brunette gasped when Callie's mouth connected with her sensitive bundle of nerves. Well, at least she remembered her name. When Callie slipped two fingers into her, it was all the woman needed to topple over. A powerful orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
Callie basked in the feeling of power while she let the brunette ride out her orgasm. She was a lot of things, but she was not going to leave this woman hanging. She would take care of her own needs later though, that was not as important.
"Hmmmm, that was…." The brunette did not get to finish her sentence because Callie kissed her hard, pushing her tongue into the other woman's mouth. She dominated the kiss, just like she had dominated the brunette's body.
"You're fucking hot," Callie said with a cheeky smirk on her face. With another quick peck to the other woman's lips, she rolled herself off the bed and got dressed. "I'm sorry to have to cut this short, but I have to go."
"Will I see you again?" The brunette sat up, her cheeks still flushed.
Callie looked at the woman for a moment, savoring the 'just got fucked' look that she enjoyed seeing on beautiful women, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk. She had put that look there. "Probably not," she answered with a shrug.
"That's too bad, Callie. I would have loved to return the favor."
"Sorry, gotta go." With that, Callie left the woman and quickly made her way out of the apartment.
When she got into her car, she checked herself in the rearview mirror, making sure she looked presentable enough. She could hardly go into her boss' office looking like she had just had sex.
With only five minutes to spare, Callie pulled into the parking lot near the J. Edgar Hoover Building. She rushed over to her boss' office while pinning her credentials to her leather jacket. She was not wearing her usual suit, but hey, it was the weekend. When she made her way through security, she bumped into her fellow agent and friend, Mark Sloan.
"Hey Torres," the handsome man said, flashing his friend an amused look. "Whose bed did he pull you out of?"
"Arghhhh, don't get me started, Mark," Callie huffed. "She was fucking hot. I wouldn't have minded a few more rounds."
"Tell me about it," the man replied with a playful sparkle in his eyes. He wiggled his eyebrows at Callie, earning him a playful punch to the shoulder. "Ow, stop it, Torres. I'm a delicate flower."
The raven-haired woman laughed out loud while pushing the elevator call button. "Right, and I'm Mother Theresa."
"Seriously though," Mark continued as they got into the elevator. "This must be something big if they call us both in on our time off. What do you think it is?"
"It better be good," Callie replied as she tapped her foot. Even though she was still a little bummed her fun time got cut short, she was excited about the prospect of a new assignment.
Callie Torres had made quite a name for herself within the FBI. She had started out training to join the CIA, but after graduation, her plans had changed and she had been recruited because of her unique skill set. She had intended to travel the world, using her language and profiling skills to catch bad guys all over. But the offer from the FBI came with quite a bit of freedom, something Callie enjoyed. She had always been allergic to rules and guidelines and had prided herself in finding boundaries and maybe even tiptoeing around them where possible.
Despite the FBI's field of operations mainly being based on home soil, she had been invited to assist on a big case for Interpol halfway in her second year because of the combination of language and her profiling skills. Interpol had reached out to Callie with a consulting job which had led to more and more work, changing her career, making it even more enjoyable to her.
Mark Sloan had been her partner for pretty much the entire time she had been with the Bureau. They had been matched up randomly as Rookies and had worked so well together, that their superiors stuck them together permanently. Callie and Mark had been involved in several cases involving terrorist or near terrorist attacks on U.S. soil and had both expanded on their expertise over the years. Their partnership had bloomed and they had become two of the best agents the FBI had to offer. Where Callie went, Mark followed, including the overseas gigs. Since they had worked so well together, Mark had been tagging along whenever Callie was asked to consult on foreign cases, something he had always enjoyed as well.
They had just wrapped up two high-profile cases and had been looking forward to time off, but when the boss had called Callie had a feeling this case was going to be a big one. It seemed very pressing and it made her get that all too familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach. She had an inkling this case was going to be worth having left a hot, naked woman behind for.
"Grey, good to see you," Callie greeted the secretary with a smile. "How are you doing?"
"Grey, looking good, as always," Mark chimed in with a charming smile and a nod.
"I'm good, Callie, thanks. Hi Mark. No time for pleasantries though, he's waiting for you," Meredith Grey pointed towards the heavy wooden doors leading to Director Derek Shepherd's office.
Derek Shepherd sat behind his desk, rubbing his temples. It had been a long week and now he had to deal with these two. Callie Torres and Mark Sloan were two of his best agents in the field, but they were also a major pain in the ass. The fact they worked so well together and had a stellar solving rate when it came to the cases thrown in their laps tended to get to their heads. Neither agent was good with authority figures, but for some reason, they had met their match in Derek Shepherd. It might have been his lifelong friendship with Mark Sloan, or maybe the fact that the three of them had shared personality traits, but Shepherd honored his name by keeping these two agents in check.
"Torres, Sloan, sit down," he ordered while he patiently waited for his agents to take their seats. "Thank you for coming in on such short notice. We have been called in by the CIA's Counterterrorism unit who, following a request from President Yang, is assembling an Interagency task force to find and detain Abu Ahmed. We suspect him of being the mastermind behind the bombing of the Westfield Mall in Culver City, a year ago."
"Abu Ahmed, isn't he supposed to be hiding somewhere in Europe?" Callie asked. She was familiar with the case since she kept an eye on all terrorist activity on American soil. Her heart rate was elevated slightly at the thought of getting to join a task force to take this bastard down.
"Yes, you will be flying out to Spain ASAP. But first, you need to go to Langley to meet with the senior operations officer in charge." Derek got up from his seat and handed both agents a manila folder. "They are expecting you tomorrow morning at 8 AM sharp. Here's some light reading, the digital versions will be sent to your phones."
"Alright, let's do this," Mark said while taking the folder from his old friend. "I was just in the mood for a holiday."
"Callie, Mark," Shepherd paused, purposely using their first names. Mark and him went way back and since Callie was Mark's best friend, he had met with her frequently as well. He deliberately paused, making sure he had both agents' full attention... "Don't be weird and make us look good, ok?"
Callie chuckled. "I'll babysit him," she replied with a knowing smile. She knew very well to keep her private life separate from business and so did Mark. They would definitely make the FBI look good, they always did. They were the best when it came to counter-terrorism and everyone knew it.
"Hey, I resent that," Mark jokingly put his hand over his heart to stress his words.
"Shut it, delicate flower, we have work to get to." Callie got up and patted Mark on the shoulder, indicating for him to follow her lead.
Derek chuckled and shook his head. "This is exactly what I mean. Behave yourselves, ok?"
"Always, Sir," Callie replied, going back into business mode. Mark just shot Derek a wink before he and Callie left the office.
Mark looked at Callie with a big smirk on his face while they walked back to their cars. "We're going on the road again, Torres."
