Chapter 2 – The Meeting

A/N: Okay, so this chapter is more Losers than Covert Affairs, but I'll try to post the whole story in cross-overs later. And thank you for the reviews! Enjoy!

"So, who is this chick?"

"I thought you were the 'Greatest Fucking Hacker of the Whole Ginormous World'?" Aisha asked the blonde man walking behind her.

Jensen blushed a bit before answering. "Yeah, but notice how I didn't say 'Biggest Fucking Idiot.' See, while I could hack into the Agency's personnel files, I don't because I'm not crazy!"

Aisha raised her pierced eyebrow. "And yet, you're the one wearing the bright red 'Ninja Hunter' shirt."

Clay coughed to hide his amusement before answering, "She's an Agency operative and a friend of Auggie's. If he can vouch for her, then she's good."

"But how do we know she's not 'volatile'?" Jensen used air quotes around the word. They heard Cougar give a quiet chuckle over the comms.

"Because Candy was the only girl Clay's dated who hasn't tried to kill him," Pooch answered over the comms.

"You actually dated a non-psychopathic girl while in the Army? That's fucking amazing!" Jensen was now gesticulating wildly for emphasis.

"Yeah, well, let's just hope that Auggie was right and that this girl can help us."

Ten minutes later, the trio was seated on two benches near the Mall, the Washington Monument casting a looming shadow.

"I don't like this, being all out in the open, it's dangerous," Aisha started as they pretended to enjoy the nice Washington day.

"We agreed it would be the best place for a meeting. It's public, and the Agency won't try to kill us with so many foreign civilians in the vicinity. Too much paperwork."

"That, and it's illegal for the Agency to work on American soil," Jensen added.

"That, too," Clay agreed before Cougar announced that a blonde woman was approaching them. "Looks like it's show time, people."

"You look good for the walking dead," the woman, Annie Walker, said as she got comfortable on the adjacent bench and got out a lunch.

"And you look too pretty to supposedly work for the Smithsonian," Clay quipped back. Aisha sent a glare to the tech 50 feet across the path from them while simultaneously squeezing her boyfriend/lover/sparring partner's hand painfully.

From his vantage point, Cougar saw Annie's eyes flash a look of concern over them finding out her cover for a moment before calming.

Pooch commented over the comms, "I thought Jensen said he wasn't crazy enough to hack into the CIA's personnel files." Clay coughed to let their driver know that he'd fill them in later.

Annie passed an envelope beneath the benches to Clay while pretending to have noticed her shoe was untied (a rather unfortunate incident involving running through the streets of Madrid in her trademark Louboutins had caused her to sprain her ankle and forced her to wear what some would consider sensible shoes until the injury healed). Taking the manila envelope that was poking into his calf, Clay handed it to Aisha who slid it into the large purse that she had been persuaded by Jensen to bring for the day's meeting.

"Anything we should know?" Annie asked the couple seated behind her.

"Tell her Max is a psychotic son of a bitch who is also sociopathic and needs to be put down like Wile E. Coyote when he's trying to capture Roadrunner," Jensen said.

"He's a dangerous man that your bosses should never have allowed to run free, Miss Walker," Clay told the woman behind him.

Annie gave notice that she understood before collecting her things and standing, lunch garbage firmly in her hand.

"Oh, Annie, please tell Auggie that he was always to good for Candy and that the Patrón will be on the end of his coffee table closest to the kitchen with a glass on the right side of the bottle. Thanks for the info," Clay told her before bringing his left arm around Aisha's shoulder, saving his hand and fingers from being crushed by her strong grip. A few minutes later, Cougar informed them that the CIA operative had left the area and gone down a subway entrance.

"Okay, Losers, let's wrap this up. Jensen, move your ass."

"We get what we needed?"

"Let's hope so."

TBC (I hope – please don't leave me plot bunnies!) BTW, do I have a friend who does own a bright red "Ninja Hunter" shirt.

I hope you liked it!