A/N: this was already written and it's pretty short. the whole story is basically finished. so i thought, why not post it?
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and emmy: aw. thanks! i was super stressed about that scene. my first ever fight scene! and i tried to balance them trying to kill each other with friendship. so i'm glad to know i pulled it off okay!
WARNING: language again, of course.
massie's fighting moves are derived from black widow. specifically from her hallway fight scene in iron man 2. which is derived from elements of wushu, martial arts. anyways, she's amazing, and my fav.
here is the link for those who haven't seen it: type in YOUTUBE. com and forward slash watch ? v= 8vTmPjleI8o (without the spaces of course.)
derrick's escapades that massie mentioned are from james bond.
Chapter Four
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"Shit, shit, shit," Derrick muttered, glancing around the corner of the deserted hallway.
Massie rolled her eyes at him and turned the corner before he could even give her the go ahead. Granted, Massie must have known it was empty, she walked down these halls almost every day of her life as Operations Director. But still.
"Derrick, relax. It's fine."
"This is the complete opposite of fine," He murmured.
Massie was wanted for the murder of the President of the United States, who had been one of his closest friends. …Or if she had been telling her the truth, someone else on his team, another person he had trusted, had done it and was framing her for it. That meant BPS-6 was corrupted.
Derrick didn't know which option was worse.
Either way it was the ultimate betrayal. He only hoped he had chosen right. Massie seemed sincere, but he was still betraying the team, his country either way, no matter what he chose.
And Massie's life was over. …Even if she wasn't killed by one of them, there was nowhere else for her to go. She would be hunted for the rest of her life.
This whole thing was a mess. Derrick had been right. Setting a hit on Massie was bringing the whole world crumbling down because now… she was on a mission to prove herself.
And Derrick knew better than anyone how Massie got when she had something to prove.
He cursed again, checking his watch and they strode silently, but quickly down the hallway.
The rounded the next corner, where Derrick shot Massie a look of utter annoyance. A man in a suit was striding down the hallway opposite them. Massie turned to him with an innocent look, fluttering her lashes at him.
"Oops?" She whispered.
Derrick didn't buy it for a second.
The man stumbled to a halt in shock. "It's—it's Agent Block!" He scrambled into his suit for his weapon, but Massie was already running towards him.
Massie jumped and vaulted over a mobile desk in the middle of the hallway. Back flipping in the air and slamming her feet right into his chest, the man crashed to the ground. The gun he had only just withdrawn flew from his hand in his hand and skidded down the hall.
Standing of top of the fallen man, Massie turned back to him with a sly smirk and he had to fight to stop his returning grin. He shook his head at her, but he was pretty sure she could still see his amusement.
Of course, all the commotion caught the attention of other people in the supposedly 'clear' hallway and two more men came running. He scowled at her. How the fuck was Derrick supposed to contain this? If he hadn't turned off all security alarms temporarily beforehand, they'd be screwed.
Massie ran and dropped to the ground, sliding under and between the approaching man's legs. She kicked and punched out at the same time. She hit the pressure points in his leg, momentarily immobilizing him.
He cried out in pain, bending over to grab at his leg.
It had been a while since Derrick had last seen Massie in action and that smirk on her face proved that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. He narrowed his eyes at her.
Only Massie could inspire an equal amount of turned on and annoyance inside him.
The second man was running at her full speed. Using the crouched man as a jumping point, Massie launched off him and twisted her body in an aerial kick.
Flying in the air, she wrapped her legs around his neck and spun. Twisting her body and twisting his neck. Massie landed on her feet with another spin in the air, her hands stretched out for balance.
The man slammed into the opposite hallway wall, unconscious or dead, and Derrick wanted to groan at the noise.
Okay now, Massie was just having fun. She was going to get them killed, he just knew it.
He paced over to the bent over man who's leg Massie had immobilized. He gasped and swung a fist at him, but Derrick jabbed a hand into his throat, spun him around, and wrapped his arm around him.
Squeezing his neck, the man gasping for breath, Derrick caught Massie's attention. "Don't kill them," he hissed. "How am I supposed to explain dead bodies in the base?"
Massie rolled her eyes at him good naturedly.
Derrick grabbed his own wrist and increased the pressure of his forearm wrapped around man number one's neck until he slowed and slumped in his arms, unconscious.
He dropped him to the ground and tilted his head. "Come on."
Massie smirked, linking her arm into his. Fighting always put Massie in a good mood, Derrick would know. "Wow, Derrick. Reprimands coming from you, who kept an illegal hovercraft under a Venetian bridge back in Italy? Who decked out his Aston Martin with sunroof missiles?"
Derrick didn't respond. He couldn't allow himself to walk down memory lane with Massie. She was… Everything about her…
He couldn't think about it.
BPS-6 was going down. Massie would see to it when she figured out the real killer. What would be left of them, of anything, afterwards?
The future was too daunting for Derrick to relapse into falling for her again.
Just watching her, interacting with her, caused feelings to erupt in the pit of Derrick's stomach. It scared him.
Massie must have realized because she pulled him to a stop. Derrick couldn't even bring himself to remind her they were on a time limit, on a mission. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. Her eyes captured his and Derrick's breath caught.
"Derrick," she whispered and he swallowed. His throat was suddenly very dry. "You don't have to do this."
And that's where she was wrong. Because he did, he really did.
Massie was innocent and if someone on the inside had murdered the president, the world needed to know. If BPS-6 burned down along with the release of that knowledge, then maybe it was meant to be. If team members could betray each other in the drop of a hat, betray the country they were sworn to defend…. Derrick didn't want to be involved at all.
And Derrick was slowly realizing that whatever happened to Massie… it would happen to him too.
"No, Block," Derrick told her truthfully. "I really do."
Massie's hand went slack and she dropped it from his face. She licked her lips, trying to fight down a blush.
They stared at each other for a moment. Derrick raised his hand slowly and brushed her hair back, his fingers skimming her cheek and curving over her jawline. Massie inhaled sharply and let him, watching him through lidded eyes.
His rough thumb was smoothing over her chin now and Massie was closing her eyes. She was tilting her head and he was lowering his, his breath ghosting over her parted lips and…
Derrick's watch beeped.
He pulled away so abruptly Massie blinked in surprise.
"You have seven minutes," Derrick cleared his throat. Massie nodded slowly, watching him for a moment before she turned and slipped into the file room lithely.
Derrick groaned, his hands running through his hair. What the fuck was he thinking?
And why was he so angry? Other than the fact that he had discovered that Massie had been framed by a teammate.
Was it because he was discovering that he missed her more than he thought possible? That he hadn't gotten to feel her lips against his one last time? That they could go nowhere, couldn't be anything anymore, with the life they led after this?
He turned towards the hallway keep watch, wanting to kick himself.
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The codes Derrick provided her worked, but Massie's hands still shook as she pulled open a metal cabinet.
God, only Derrick could do this to her.
She shook her head roughly to clear the thoughts running through her mind. She needed her focus on the mission. She had to put worrying about Derrick out of her mind.
The danger she was putting him in…
'He wanted to help,' Massie told herself. He had told her he had to.
And his eyes had told her that he still wanted her.
She didn't know whether or not to be flattered that Derrick would have stood by her even if she hadn't been innocent. She could have been lying the whole time and Derrick would have still chosen her. He obviously still had feelings for her.
Massie groaned, cutting off that train of thought. She closed her eyes and when she finally opened them again, all she thought about was the mission.
Time was running out.
Massie had already checked the main database for the file on her case.
Alicia had been right. It was her gun, it was her signature style of assassination, it was her prints. Only five other people had access to her weapons, to her prints… to the knowledge of how she liked to kill.
It was definitely one of BPS-6, but who? And why?
So Massie needed to break into her own old filing base in Command. It held all the privileged information, including the cover-ups. It was Josh's now, since he was acting Ops Director, but he still hadn't notified the staff to change up the filing. Massie smirked, reaching for the file with her name.
She flipped it open. It said basically read the exact same as the main building file, but Massie flipped to the back and saw the report.
Her prints weren't the only one on the gun.
Cam Fisher's were also found.
Massie frowned.
What?
That made no sense. Cam Fisher was Chief of Staff under President Plovert. President Plovert was the whole reason Cam even had the job! Cam wasn't gaining anything over the death of the president either. If anything, he was losing all his privileges, his credibility. He was creating chaos in his regime for his own party.
There was no motive.
Until Massie read the name signed at the bottom of the report.
The agent who did the analysis, who collected the prints, who filed and submitted the paperwork…
Claire Lyons.
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A/N: not much more left. the wrap up and a epilogue maybe? LOL i loved that some of you guessed this already. there's a bit more to the story, of course. you'll see next time!
thanks for reading! kisses!