"What the bloody hell's taking you so long?" he called desperately while falling to the bed. He had been waiting for an hour.

"I'm a girl, I take my time." she called back.

"I'm seriously about to go in there and make you get dressed." he threatened.

"You generally get me undressed, Lance." she laughed stepping out of the bathroom for a second. His eyes caught a quick glimpse of her bare legs.

"Are you still naked!?" he yelled getting up. "I'm starting to think you don't want to come with me to-" Bobbi stepped outside and cut him off with a kiss. Of course she wanted to go with him, hell it was killing her how much she wanted to go. She was on mission, and the closer they got the more pain it would mean in the end. This was her job, it was all for the greater good, in the end it would be worth it. Besides, Mack was going to be there to cheer her up if things went south. She felt stupid for having the slight hope that he wouldn't mind her stealing intel from him, he would be very angry, and hurt. Worst part is that she would be too, but she wouldn't be able to show it, so he would never know.

"How much time until we have to leave?" she asked leaning into him.

"About fifteen min-" she cut him off again with a teasing kiss.

"What was that? I didn't catch-" now he cut her off with a hungry kiss. "You were saying, Bob?" he teased with a husky voice. God he was intoxicating, and warm, and... she was on mission.

"I have to get dressed." she whispered, a seductive hint filtering through her spy voice. He gave her those puppy eyes she so adored, but she turned around and went on to get dressed. Thirty minutes later she was ready, and he was on the edge of pulling his short hairs out. She liked seeing him worked up, it made her happy, he made her happy. She zipped her last bags, pulling them next to his nearby the door. Unfortunately she forgot to zip her small bag all the way and something fell off it, her SHIELD badge. Her eyes widened and she quickly scrambled to the floor to get it.

"You alright?" he asked looking over his shoulder.

"Yeah." she said her tone slightly harsh, enough for him to sense something was wrong. Hunter unpocketed his hands form his dark jeans and walked towards her while she quickly put her badge in her back pocket. His warm hands landed on her sides and his eyes locked on hers. Bobbi let the feeling of his warm embrace take over, her blue eyes watching him while her hands caressed his cheeks and cupped him. He could lean in and kiss her any moment now, and she would be delighted. As delighted as guilty she felt after every meaningful kiss.

"Bob, if this- we… If we are moving too fast, you can ask for space any moment, yeah?" he assured her, "Besides, we'll be together in Dubai for a couple weeks and then we'll have to go back to work and-"

"And then we'll make us work." she smiled.

"Is that you admitting that you like me?" he teased his warm breath against the skin of her neck.

"I think you're delusional." she whispered back.

"There's one way to check your theory…" he said his voice husky and low while his lips pressed against the bones of her neck. And she bit her lip hard, trying her best to hold back that moan that he was eliciting in the back of her throat.

"Lance I-" a knock on the door interrupted her. She bit is ear playfully before pecking his glorious lips and heading towards the door.

"You're gonna have to finish that sentence soon, love." he called after her. And she would, she would tell him that she felt something for him, something she'd only felt once before after a year of being with a special guy. With Lance it had only been a couple of months, but it was… perfect. "And Bob," she turned around, her heart racing and her cheeks blushing, it was the way his thick accent sounded when he tenderly called her name that made her lose focus, "I love you." She smiled.

"I-" before she could finish her sentence there was another insistent knock on the door. "Damn it, hold on." she said while swinging the black door wide open. A suited man was standing there, two guns in hand.

"Agent Morse." he said showing his badge, "We have a situation and we need you to come in, agent Hartley is suiting up." Bobbi looked over her shoulder, finding Hunter with a blank face, eyes widening as he tried to process the whole agent part. "Agent Morse?" repeated the man, Bobbi glanced at Hunter beggingly, but he just scoffed and walked towards the bed.

"How bad is the situation?" "We have 15 minutes, ma'am." informed the other field agent.

"Okay, I'll be at the lobby." she nodded before closing the door. After a few moments she took a deep breath and dared to walk passed the small hallway and into the bed area. She found Lance scribbling something on a paper which he then curled up in a ball angrily and threw it at her. Bobbi caught it by reflex.

"Lance I-"

"You're a SHIELD agent, yes Bobbi - if that's even your real name -, I realised." interrupted the brit, "You came for the drives, I applaud your work. Just send them back after you're done using them." he growled.

"This is-"

"What's missing, yes." he interrupted again, avoiding to look at her, and thank god he didn't, it would destroy her to see his pained eyes. "Just have it as a SAS cooperation, that way we'll avoid an entire mess that can fuck up both our organisations, yeah?" he thought out loud. Bobbi could tell he was avoiding the topic.

"Lance." his eyes shot up to hers. "Let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain, Bob. You were on a mission, it was your duty." he stated. "Now, I believe we have a situation to handle."

"We…?"

"Yes Agent Morse, I got a call." he said casually while loading a gun. It was true, the Mockingbird was needed and she knew there was nothing left to say, nothing he would listen to at least.

Everyone met at the lobby, both SHIELD and some SAS agents that were present in the hotel. They had all received the same call, some international criminal had escaped his custody on his way back to an SAS containment facility, and he was on the loose. Gregory Doyle, this lunatic, was known for his use of chemical weapons on innocent civilians. It was his way of testing the products he created.

"We brought Doyle in once," said Idaho, "we can do it again."

"Yeah, let's see how long he lasts in your custody this time." scoffed Hartly, "SHIELD's taken him in."

"Hunter! Say-"

"HQ says we deliver him to them." he said repugnantly, "That is, if we don't put him down."

"We have orders to-" tried to speak Jesus.

"Shove it, Jesus. If we can restrain him he's all yours, but if we can't he's just a shooting target."

"Just heard back from the Hub," said Bobbi who had just arrived, she glanced at Hunter who just stared at her blankly with an angry smirk plastered on his face. "we have green light to shoot him if needed." the SAS agents exchanged victorious looks.

"If needed." emphasised Isabelle.

"Relax Iz," nodded Hunter, "we've done this before, we're not complete morons."

"Don't know about that, Lance. SHIELD managed to deceive you real good." mocked Jesus while looking at Bobbi. Hunter tightened his jaw and Bobbi's finger itched for the trigger, she wanted to shoot that guy so bad.

"Alright fancy SHIELD asses- I mean assets, your lead." growled Liam, the other SAS agent.

"He's in the hotel, we'll divide into two teams, scan the area and bring him in. We get on the move now."

"Just a question, agent Hartley," intervened Idaho, "how exactly do we communicate?"

"IT guys are synchronising our comms." answered Bobbi.

Hunter and Idaho nodded, taking out their weapons and heading east to the garden area. Bobbi watched how Lance professionally led his two agents outside, dressed in his dark blue tack suit with the SAS initials printed in the back of his vest.

"Are you okay, kid?" asked Izzy. Bobbi looked back at Hartley and nodded.

"Then let's get this psycho."

In all honesty, Bobbi doesn't remember what exactly happened during the capture. She knows she did her job right, and so did the SAS. She remembers that Jesus skipped protocol and got himself shot in the arm. She remembers that Idaho cuffed Doyle, and that Hunter delivered him to Hartly. Hunter doesn't remember what happened either, he just remembers seeing Bobbi, the real Bobbi as beautiful as ever, doing her job. It was the way she so professionally handled the situation, the way she moved and how good she was at what she did that captivated him. This was the real Bobbi, she was agent Morse, and she was hella good. Once Doyle was taken away, and Jesus was picked up by the ambulance, Hartley went to talk with the IT guys, finding Idaho and Liam there too.

"Good job guys, you ain't half bad." congratulated Izzy.

"Thanks, we're glad to see that the rumours about SHIELD are true." smiled Idaho. "Listen, we're gonna grab a couple of drinks to celebrate- SAS tradition. You're more than welcome to join." invited Liam, his thick accent making the invite hard to understand.

"Sure. Is he tagging along?" Izzy pointed at Hunter who was cleaning his gun on the lobby's couch.

"I don't think so." shrugged Idaho. Hartley and Bobbi crossed looks. Bobbi left her gun in her friend's hands and walked over to the couch. Hunter felt her presence so he left the gun on the coffee table in front of him. He still wouldn't look at her, he just sat there blankly, and Bobbi decided to sit next to him.

"Hey." she said.

"Hey." he answered softly to her surprise.

"I'm-"

"Sorry?" he smiled.

"Yeah." Hunter looked at her, his puppy eyes impacting her.

"Don't be. I saw you out there, kicking ass, being all secret spyish. You were made for this." he smiled, she did too, he always made her smile.

"Thanks?" she laughed. Awkward silence took over soon. "I didn't want to hurt you… It was just…"

"It was just the job, I understand." he told her slowly. It was killing her to see the hurt in his eyes. "I would have done the same."

"But?"

"But that doesn't take away the fact that you played me, Bob. I know that for you I was just a mark, a target, but I thought of you as something more."

"You were not just a target, Lance."

"It doesn't matter anymore. Finish your mission, Bobbi, and look out for yourself, yeah?" he said while standing up.

"You too." she answered looking away so he wouldn't see her watery eyes.

"And Bob," he called from behind her. She turned around and gave him a tender smile, masking the sorrow that built in her, "don't die out there, alright?" he gave her one last tender smile and walked away.

Bobbi noticed that he left his gun behind, maybe even on purpose, or maybe for her. Whatever reason, it was with her now, and maybe it was the last thing she would ever see from him. He did tell her not to die, maybe that meant they would see each other again, or maybe they wouldn't. But she would remember him, and he would remember her. Little did she know that their story wasn't over, just beginning.