Disclaimer: JE owns the characters.

I took my suit jacket off and hung it on the back of the chair in my cubicle. That had been the worst meeting I had ever been forced to be in, I thought as I repositioned my weapons harness and sat in my chair. Only one thing could help after I called that stupid woman a 'Beverly Hills Bimbo'. I reached down and unlocked the bottom drawer to my desk. My mouth fell open as I stared at the empty spot in the bottom drawer. The Bag Is Gone! It had been there yesterday. I'm positive.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I closed my eyes to think. His face came clearly into focus in my mind. He was going to pay for this with his life. A mischievous smile spread across my lips as the theme song to Mission Impossible started playing in my head. I reached down and slid off my FMPs as I quietly slid my stun gun out of its holster.

I crouched down against the wall of my cubicle and peered out. I could hear everyone quietly chatting in their cubicles. No one was walking around. I took a deep breath and rolled across the floor and into Lester's cubicle a few feet away. I grinned up at him and placed my finger to my lips indicating to him to be quiet. He threw on a serious face as he slid out of his chair and crouched down next to me.

"What are you doing?" Lester asked in a whisper.

"I need you to do reconnaissance for me," I said as I flashed him a wicked grin. "I need positioning on enemy troops."

"Ten-four," Lester whispered.

I watched as he slowly stood up and walked out of his cubicle. He disappeared out of sight as I moved under his desk and pulled his chair in. He reappeared a few minutes later and sat down in his desk casually. A moment after that, he slipped a piece of paper under the desk to me. It was a diagram of the office and the location of all RangeMan employees. I took a moment to study in and then made my move.

I slid under Lester's cubicle wall and under Ram's desk. Ram was in the control room at the moment, so I knew that I had good cover. I silently moved his chair to the side and crawled out from under his desk. I squatted and leaned against his cubicle wall and peered out into the walk way. Everyone was still seated and going about their business.

I rolled across the walk way and into Vince's cubicle. I scared him and he pulled his gun on me. I smiled down the barrel of his gun and winked at him. His body started to shake with laughter and I threw myself on him as placed my hand over his mouth. He was about to blow my cover. Once Vince started laughing, he wouldn't be able to stop. I did the only thing that I could. I felt bad when Vince's body tensed and then slumped over. I didn't like stunning the Merry Men, but I really had no choice.

I shimmied under Vince's desk and crawled under the cubicle wall. I grabbed Brett's leg and pulled myself the rest of the way through. He passed my a note under the desk along with a pen.

What are you doing, Steph?

I need you to do recon. Positioning of enemy troops is needed.

I passed the note back up. A moment later, Brett pushed his chair back and left his cubicle. He returned a few minutes later and sat back down. I heard him scribbling quickly and then he passed a paper down to me. I quickly looked over the diagram that he drew me. I almost lost it when I saw that Vince was still down. Casualties of war. He was a good soldier and I will miss him dearly.

I nudged Brett over and crawled out from under his desk. I leaned against his cubicle wall and looked up at him. He looked out the door and then did some motioning with his hands. I looked at him with confusion clearly written across my face. He sighed quietly and then scribbled something on a piece of paper.

I really need to teach you hand gestures if you plan on doing this again. I said that the walk way is clear.

I smiled back up at him and nodded. I slowly crept out of Brett's cubicle. My destination was the cubicle just east of Brett's. I could hear the enemy discussing surveillance. I peered into the cubicle and saw that he was on the phone. Damn! I'd have to wait until he was done. Until then, I couldn't risk exposure, so I crawled back into Brett's cubicle. I grabbed a pen off of Brett's desk and wrote him a quick note.

Have I been detected?

No.

Control?

No.

You're a good soldier. Command will receive high praise for you assistance.

I saluted Brett and then moved out of his cubicle once again. I peered into the enemy's cubicle. He was silently working on paper work. The phone conversation was over and it was time for me to make my move. I reached out and tagged him with my stun gun. I watched him tense and then slump over. I quickly grabbed his hands and cuffed them behind the chair. I retreated back to Brett's cubicle and lifted his cuffs out of his back pocket. I saw his shoulders start to shake as I moved out of his area.

I use Brett's cuffs to secure my cuffs to the chair. I was confident the he wouldn't be able to escape the chair. I quietly started my search of the enemy's territory. After a few minutes of searching, I came up empty handed. He was the only one that knew about the bag. He was the only one that would have taken off with it, because we have the same weakness.

War was eminent. I heard him softly moan as he started to come around. I tagged him again with the stun gun. I needed more time to think. I had been certain that the bag would have been here. Plan 'B' was starting to take shape in my mind. I needed transport and cover. I slinked back into Brett's cubicle. I grabbed the pen and paper and scribbled a quick note.

I need a distraction in the control room.

Give me three minutes starting now.

Brett quickly moved out of his cubicle and I hit the button on the side of my watch to start the timer. I quickly moved back into enemy territory and waited as I looked at my watch. He shifted and I didn't hesitate to stun him once more. At the three minute mark, I pushed his chair out of his cubicle and down the back wall of the office. I had moved, undetected, to the elevator. I was in luck and the doors opened to an empty elevator as soon as I hit the button. It was a quick trip down one floor. I moved us over to the corner and peered out into the hall way when the doors opened. The hall way was empty and I silently moved us to his apartment door. I fished his keys out and opened the door. We were safely out of sight in moments. The enemy was now my captive.

I quickly moved the kitchen table and chairs against the wall and positioned the enemy under the small, one bulbed, chandelier. I ran around the apartment and turned off all of the lights. The enemy had a bad habit of leaving every light on. I walked back over to my captive and positioned myself straddling his lap. I patiently waited for him to come around. I swept a stay, dark brown lock of hair off of his forehead. I sadly shook my head because I knew that I was doomed to love the enemy. We had been dancing around each other for weeks testing waters.

"Where's the bag?" I inquired when his eyes fluttered open.

I watched him survey the room and then bring his attention back to me. A small smile twitched at the corners of his beautiful lips. His brown eyes turned menacing for a brief moment..

"I don't know anything about a bag," he whispered as he pulled on his blank face.

"I know that you are in possession of the bag. Return it, and I promise that you will be released with no further punishment," I whispered back as I tried my hardest to duplicate his blank face.

"I don't know anything about a bag," he repeated. He was desperately trying to keep his blank face on, but I could see that his eyes were darkening. I sure sign that Plan 'B' was working.

I ground my hips against his crouch as I leaned forward. I nipped his chin and then started trailing kisses along his jaw up to his ear. I heard his breath hitch as I slid my tongue along the shell of his ear. Heat raced through my body as I felt his stir beneath me. I reached for the CD player remote on the table behind him and hit play. Justin's voice came out of the speakers that were strategically placed throughout the apartment.

Future. Sex. Love. Sound.

You know what you want.

And that makes you just like me.

See everybody says you're hot baby.

But can you make it hot for me?

I started grinding my hips into his as I kissed my way down his neck. That's when I heard the faint crinkle. He had the bag on his person. I can fight just as dirty as he does. I continued the assault on my captive. I ran my hands down his chest to his belt buckle and started to unbuckle his pants. He started grinding against me as I captured his lips in mine. He was ready to go for the gold as I stuck my hand down his pants.

I momentarily stood up and wiggled his pants down to his knees. His breath hitched when I lowered myself back down onto his lap. I always teased him about going commando and I had done just that this morning. His kisses turned desperate as I started rubbing myself against him. He momentarily struggled with the cuffs that where restraining him, then he relaxed.

I tilted my hips slightly and took him inside myself. He growled as I started slowly moving up and down. I was now in over my head and I couldn't turn back. My need for him had taken control and the mission was in danger of being a failure. The first wave of my orgasm ripped through me and pushed all other thoughts out of my head. I shouted his name as I bucked on top of him. He moaned against my neck as I felt him spill inside of me. The sensation of his release triggered another orgasm to rip through my already sensative body.

I leaned against his chest and waited for the pleasure induced haze to clear as I caught my breath. The haze quickly lifted when I felt his chest rumble with laughter. I leaned back and smiled up at him.

"I won," he whispered and then leaned down and nipped my chin with his teeth.

"Hardly," I scoffed as I leaned back on his thighs. I reached down into his pants and pulled out the bag. "I still got what I came for."

"You knew?" he asked as an amazed expression crossed his face.

"Of course I knew," I said with a smile as I stood up and straightened out my skirt.

"Before, or after, you pulled my pants down?"

"Before," I said as I moved to the door.

"You aren't going to leave me here, are you?" he asked. I could hear the panic in his voice.

"You still have to pay for taking off with my bag," I said as I opened the door.

"Steph, you gotta let me go," he begged.

"Don't worry, Bobby. I'll send someone down to let you go," I said as I walked out the door. I looked over my shoulder at him before I walked away. "No one touches my Miniature Snickers and gets away with it."