A/N: Per usual this chapter is unbetaed. It was a close race, but option 2 won by 1 vote. Warning Shaw and Root might be a little stranger than normal in this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy this and thanks in advance for reading.

Sameen Shaw was on high alert. Twenty minutes ago she had received a phone call from a blocked number instructing her to come to this address to pick up an unknown package. She had been unable to figure out how the individual had gotten her number and was prepared for an ambush. Entering the building the former assassin was surprised to find herself in a nicely furnished office. There was a reception desk with various chairs, couches and tables spread evenly across the carpeted floor. Despite the place not have a plaque to list the company name or what they specialized in there was a warm friendly atmosphere to the place. One that Shaw instantly hated.

"Ms. Sarah Shahi?" A woman behind the desk called out to Shaw. The woman's blond hair was coming free of its ponytail and she looked frazzled. As if she was unused to dealing with a lot of stress.

Shaw sighed and inwardly bristled at the inane cover name Root had given her several months ago. It was her go to cover when dealing with situations that required her to interact with people. She wasn't particularly fond of it, but it had proven useful on more than one occasion. "Yes." She replied back with as much mock pleasantry as she could muster.

"I'm so glad you're here. Ms. Acker has been a particular handful. Apparently she is not at all used to laughing gas and the small dose we had to give her has affected her more than we thought. I'll just let the doctor know that you're here to pick her up." Grabbing the nearby phone she rapidly punched in a serious of numbers. When the other line was picked up she spoke quietly but not enough for Shaw's trained hearing to not pick up. "Amy's ride is finally here. I didn't give her the full details in fear she'd take off running."

'Oh joy.' Shaw thought. 'There is only one person arrogant enough to use that name so boldly without fear of people mistaking her identity.' Here concern was justified as she faintly heard signing that grew rapidly in volume till the woman's voice could easily be heard out in the lobby.

"47 secure hard drives in the Machine. 47 secure hard drives all around. Hack one down pass the code around. 46 secure hard drives for the Machine." The familiar voice had a drunken revelry to it and as Shaw listened to another two verses she noted that the lyrics changed slightly with each line and verse.

Root looked like her normal immaculate self. Her makeup was not the least bit smudged and her mousy brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Though her eyes were unfocused when she entered the room wheeled in by the dentist's assistant. She paused mid-song when she laid eyes on Shaw. "Sammykins!" Root's arms opened wide and she gave her a wide smile that revealed the small balls of cotton painstakingly surrounding one of her back molars.

"It looks like your ride has arrived Amy." The dental assistant said pleasantly before giving Shaw a tired smile. "She lost a crown this morning and we needed to give her some anesthesia so she wouldn't be in too much pain. Unfortunately since she's allergic to the kind we use to deaden the nerves around the tooth we had to give it to her in a gaseous form." The assistant explained by way of apology. "She should hopefully calm down in the near future and will be back to her regular self by the end of the day. It is recommended that a family member or friend keeps an eye on her though to ensure she doesn't injure herself. She thinks she's perfectly capable of taking care of herself, but she is going to be unsteady and unbalanced till the gas works its way out of her system.

Shaw gave a grunt of acknowledgement and took the wheelchair from the woman. Once Root was secure in her vehicle Shaw went back inside to drop off the wheelchair.

"I missed you Sammy." Root gave her a dopey eyed smile when Shaw returned. "The Machine insisted I get someone to take me home for some reason. I really don't understand why since I am more than capable of driving myself or taking the subway. I think it might be because she's worried that someone might try to hurt me or take advantage of me since I appear to be addled even though I totally am not."

"You sound like a hyperactive chipmunk right now." Shaw's gravelly voice was tinged with annoyance as she started her car and pulled out into traffic. "Also why on Earth did you go with Amy Acker for a cover name? Anyone in their right mind would know you are not her."

"Aww you sound just like Her." Root pouted and looked up at the ceiling for a moment and kicked her legs idly in the air before turning back to Sameen. "None of those people in there bother to watch television anyway. They are just so boring, wouldn't even sing with me. Also I sooo totally look like her. Well maybe a year or two older, but still she and I could like totally be sisters."

Root had said it all in a rush and it took Shaw a couple of seconds to fully translate the woman's words. "You sound like a valley girl right now. Evidently you don't do well with that stuff." Shaw allowed herself a small smirk as she focused on navigating traffic.

There was blessed silence in the car for the next few blocks as Root stared fixatedly out the window at the pedestrians walking down the sidewalk. Shaw was thankful for the silence since it gave her a chance to process the events of the last few minutes.

"Your right. Sammykins just does not suite you. I need to come up with a better nickname for you."

"Why not go with Sam or Sameen like you have for the last five months. You always liked calling me by those names regardless of how often I told you not to." Shaw replied back.

"Yeah but those are just so ordinary." Root said with a groan as she rolled her eyes skyward. Biting down on the tip of her tongue the taller woman tried to come up with a better name for her companion. "Besides you really need one. If I'm your Rootbear then maybe you can be my Samcat. You are just as aloof and a loner like one. Even though it's an act and you really like the companionship."

Shaw gritted her teeth and took a deep breath in an effort to calm her nerves. "You know I was drunk at the time. I haven't called you Rootbear since you made sure I got home safely on the subway."

"That's not true." Root said in a singsong voice before leaning closer to Shaw and saying in a conspiratorial whisper "I've heard you mumble it in your sleep. Usually after…" Root gave Shaw a knowing look and then licked the shell of Shaw's ear.

Sameen instinctively flinched and jerked the wheel to the left from the lighter haired brunette's action. Leaning away from Root she shot her a quick glare and rubbed her ear against her upper arm in an effort to remove the damp feeling. There was an obnoxious HONK from behind them as a driver got upset at her for suddenly swerving into his lane.

Root laid a hand on Shaw's thigh and gently squeezed.

Shaw's foot pressed down harder on the gas pedal as her pulse rate accelerated. "Root…this isn't…the time or place for…that kind of stuff." Her voice was strained and lacking the usual stoic strength.

"Oh come on Sam" Root purred as she leaned closer to Shaw. The hand on Shaw's thigh slid higher as Root's other hand found its way to the former assassin's shoulder. "Live a little." She whispered in the shorter woman's ear before slipping a hand around the woman's shoulders. Then in one fluid motion Root bent her head down and began kissing Shaw's neck interspersing light pecks with sharp nips.

It took a great deal of will power on Shaw's part but she managed to keep the car under control while under assault by Root. The woman's mouth and hands were in a constant state of motion and were determined to break down Sameen's resolve as quickly as possible. Even in her drugged up state Root's hands were steady. With knowledge and practiced ease they sought out every one of Shaw's weak points.

"Root." Shaw groaned out as the taller woman's hands drew complicated patterns behind her right knee and along the left side of her ribcage. She was finding it difficult to focus on the flow of traffic around her. Sameen could no longer apply the correct amount of pressure to the gas and brake. Resulting in the car breaking too suddenly and bounding forward like Bear just let off his leash to go play.

There was a quiet chuckle from the mousy haired Root. Her warm breath against the damp skin of Shaw's neck sending electrical tingles racing through her body. Then there was a sharp stab of pain as Root bit down on Shaw's weakest point.

Shaw's eyes closed and she slammed on the car breaks causing both women to buck forward from the sudden deceleration. Her toes were curling in her boots and a weak pleasurable moan spilled unbidden from her mouth. The former assassin could feel the knot coiling tight in her abdomen. She fought desperately against her own wants and desires.

It took Shaw several tries before she managed to say "Root not here." But it came out weak and sounding more like a desperate plea. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened as she fought to stay in control despite Root's best attempts.

Root seemed to hear the need in Shaw's voice and moved down and away from the woman's neck. Though any relief Sameen had was short lived as there was a distinctively SNAP that sounded oddly loud in the quiet car. Her mind somewhat distracted the former assassin did not immediately realize what the snap came from.

"These have got to go." Root's breath was hot against Shaw's neck and sent a shiver of desire through the woman. When Root took a firm hold of her jeans and ripped them open, breaking the zipper in the process, it fanned the flames of Sameen's arousal.

"Root…" Shaw struggled to control her voice. Even to her own ears it sounded far too aroused and she knew it would be dangerous for Root to discover just how little self-control she had at the moment. "We are in a car in the middle of traffic. You need to keep your hands to yourself and behave. I don't like you like that remember?" She said the last part low in a near growl in an attempt to hide the huskiness in her voice.

Root's brown eyes danced with malicious glee as she looked at Shaw before driving a hand down between Shaw's legs. "Really Sam." Her voice had that annoying lilt to it from when she enjoyed playing with people. "Then how come you are so wet?" Her smile was like a cat ready to pounce on a helpless bird. She broke eye contact with the former assassin to look down and if anything her grin widened. "Those white boy shorts your wearing are looking surprisingly dark around the crotch for someone who isn't the least bit aroused or into women." Root's fingers deftly pushed aside the cottony material and plunged into Shaw's wet opening.

Sameen's breath hitched in her throat and her eyes fluttered for an instant. Hear the sound of traffic moving around them she joined the flow and tried to ignore the sensation growing between her legs from Root's ministrations.

For the next couple of blocks Shaw managed to stay focused despite the orgasm building inside from Root's long thin fingers plunging in and out of her. A wet SLAP filled the car as Sameen grew increasingly wet. Every so often Root's fingers would still and her thumb would circle Shaw's clit. Root's attention was fixated on Shaw taking in every sound, facial expression and quickened breath. The hacker would back off every so often when Shaw reached the edge of orgasm denying her release.

"You know this would be so much easier if you were a guy. Then again if you were then I probably wouldn't be as into you. Also," She pulled her fingers out of Shaw's panties and held the glistening wet digits up for the woman to see. "I enjoy a challenge." Then with no care who might see Root undid her seat belt and bent over on the seat so her head was on Shaw's lap.

"Root." Shaw growled out. Her denied orgasm fueling her annoyance at the taller woman's actions. She suspected what the woman's next actions would be and deemed it too risky for their location.

Yet Root was not to be denied. She took hold of Shaw's jeans and panties and with suprising strength managed to pull them down to Shaw's knees. Then with one arm she pushed the woman's legs as far apart as possible exposing the wet open folds of Sameen's pussy.

Shaw's breath stilled as she watched entranced as Root's tongue slid out and gave her a long languid lick. This time Shaw made no attempt to keep from moaning.

So it continued. Root busy licking and nibbling Shaw's folds bringing the woman to the cusp of orgasm again and again yet denying her each time. By now Shaw was dripping with arousal and the smell of arousal permeated the car and soaked into the seat cushion. Shaw had to turn off the main streets in an effort to avoid an accident and was struggling to refrain from pulling over and ripping Root's clothes off and taking the woman right then and there. Her hips were constantly rubbing against Root's face and mouth in a desperate silent plea for the woman to finish her off.

The GPS' voice informing them they had reached their destination was met with both relief and annoyance from Shaw. Her legs were twitching and her body was completely riled up. Knowing her body as well as she did Shaw knew that she was going to need relief or else she would be unable to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day.

Pulling up out front of the four story apartment building Shaw parked the car and turned to face Root. The taller woman was giving her a knowing smile and made a show of licking any remaining fluids from her fingers before wiping them on her jeans.

"You really need to smile more Sameen, it brings out the sparkle in your eyes more."

Before Shaw could respond Root leaned in gave her a passionate tongue filled kiss. The former assassin found her arousal increasing at the taste of herself. In short order she was returning it and was battling Root for dominance.

Sameen was at the point where she was willing to drag Root into the backseat to finally get some relief when Root broke the kiss.

"I still feel rather lightheaded. Tell you what Shaw." Root started to say before stopping and opening the door to the car. She got out and promptly crashed to the pavement.

The former assassin found her face growing hot once more. 'How can she even make my name sound so erotic?' She then rolled her eyes and could tell at a glance that Root was perfectly fine. Maybe a scrap and/or bruise here or there but nothing serious.

Shaw grumbled and did her pants back up as best she could, Root had managed to destroy the zipper so she hoped it wouldn't be too obvious to passersby. Getting out of the vehicle she grabbed Root and got her back on her feet.

As they walked towards the building Root rested her head on Shaw's shoulder and muttered into her ear "If you want I can make sure that you'll spend the rest of the day and all of tomorrow smiling. Course you might have trouble walking afterwards, but…" Her voice turned husky and Shaw had to strain to hear what she said next. "…once I have you in my bed you won't be walking much for the next several days Sam." Root emphasized her point by giving Shaw's butt a firm squeeze followed by a pinch.

A high pitched squeak escaped Shaw and she practically jumped from the unexpected pinch. "I'm going to shoot you for this." Shaw grumbled out. Her face was pink and she did her best to ignore the numerous people staring at the two women.

The elevator was of course out of order so the women had no choice but to take the stairs. It was not the easiest trek. Made all the longer by Root.

"This is probably how those damsels in distress feel in all those action movies." Root leaned back against Shaw's arm and dramatically lay an arm across her eyes for a moment before giving the shorter woman a somber look. "I usually hate those kinds of movies. The writers rarely take into account that sometimes it's the man who needs rescuing by the woman. Or that the damsel is waiting for the heroine to sweep her off her feet." She gave Shaw a wink before trying to head up the next couple of steps on her own only to almost fall backwards into Shaw during the attempt.

'She is a whole other level of weird when she's like this. Thank goodness it's not a common occurrence otherwise I really would shoot her.' Shaw thought with a small smile that was quickly wiped away when Root turned to look at her once more. "It's this floor." She said with a sly smile and disappeared through the stairwell door.

Shaw followed shortly after and managed to catch a brief glimpse of Root disappearing through a doorway. With a growl Shaw picked up the pace and stuck a hand between the door and doorframe preventing it from closing. She was unprepared for the door to suddenly be wrenched open and for Root's pale manicured hands to reach out and grab the front of her shirt before yanking her inside with a growl.

Using strength and momentum Root spun Shaw into the room and slammed her hard against the now closed door. Looking down at the shorter woman she gave her a heated look as she rested her forehead against Shaw's and growled out "Everything I could ever want in a person all wrapped up in a deliciously sexy package." Then she crushed her lips against Shaw's.

Root's words and actions caused a gasp of shock to escape the dark haired beauty. This was taken as an open invitation as Root once more set to mapping out the contours of Shaw's mouth. Once more Shaw's pussy grew wet with arousal. Her boy shorts soaked through and clinging to the contours of her body like a second skin. When Root divested Shaw of her pants she could feel the woman smirking as she took in the view. The boy shorts had become almost translucent thanks to Shaw's arousal.

Shaw leaned her head back against the door and groaned "Root don't tease me." As the woman blew a steady breeze against the damp material. Shaw twitched from the sensation and realized she was grinding her ass against the door. She expected Root to remove her underwear, but instead the pale skinned beauty's mouth latched onto Shaw's mound through the material and she began sucking. It was as if she was trying to wring the cottony material dry and Shaw totally dry. Root's hands were now cupping Shaw's ass and pressing the woman's mound tightly against her mouth.

With a shaky hand Shaw took hold of Root's head and pressed it tight against her body as her hips jerked and ground against the woman. Shaw was not certain how long this went. She thought she might have blacked out because next thing she knew she was lying on the floor.

Root's head was buried between her legs. Shaw's boy short's dangled almost daintily from an angle. While the woman's legs were wrapped almost suffocating tight around Root's head. Hovering scant inches above Shaw's head was Root's bare lower torso. When the woman had found the time to shuck her own pants and underwear Shaw would never know. The taller woman's pink inner folds were wet, open and inviting. Before Shaw knew it her hands were squeezing Root's ass and holding the woman's core tight against her face as she sought to drive her tongue as deep inside Root as possible.

With enthusiasm usually reserved for the battlefield both women sought to drink the other dry. Cries of pleasure and orgasm filled the room and spilled out into the hallway for the rest of the day. The women stopping only for necessities and from exhaustion. By the time morning rolled around their garments were shredded messes and both were sexually sated.

LATER THAT MORNING

"Glad to see you could make it." Reese said dryly. Lowering the binoculars he looked over at his erstwhile companion. Usually Shaw was early since being on time was akin to being late in her opinion. Yet here she was just now joining him and almost a good half hour past the allotted meeting time and carrying two cups of coffee.

"I got hung up trying to get here. Traffic was a nightmare." She lied smoothly and easily. The truth behind her lateness being a certain light haired brunette who had slipped into the shower while Shaw was busy cleaning up. What had been meant as a quick shower had turned into a quickie and then stretched to nearly a half hour after Root had darted out for a few seconds to retrieve some 'toys' from her bedroom.

True to her word Root had left Shaw feeling more satisfied than she had been in a long while. The woman's legs had still been shaky and sore when she had walked here. Having opted to not take her car from the strong stench of arousal that had seemingly merged with the vehicle's interior. During the walk she had decided against pulling her hair back in its usual ponytail and decided to enjoy the decent weather the city was currently experiencing.

Reese took his coffee and gave Shaw a look before staring out at the wide expanse of the river. "Nothing much is happening, certainly not enough to require two of us to keep watch." He took a drink of his coffee before continuing. "I don't care if you make a habit of being late, but you really should do something about your appearance. At the very least you should try and make sure your hair doesn't scream 'sex tossed' and you might want to do something about the hickey on your neck. I hear concealer works rather well, that or you could try and wear something that covers your neck.

Shaw's hand flew to the right side of her throat. 'Dammit Root.' She had caught sight of the three finger tips large hickey earlier in the mirror before she hopped in the shower. Her plans of covering it up having been derailed by her morning exercise with Root.

"Personally I think the two of you deserve each other and a chance to relax." Turning he gave her a smile as his eyes danced with laughter. "Course without any of the other tells you pretty much gave yourself away with that 'just got laid' smile. Especially given how infrequently you smile."

Shaw rolled her eyes and grabbed the binoculars. "I'll remember to pass that on when I see her next." 'Provided I don't kill her first.' She thought darkly before breaking back out into a smile.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed this one. Sorry if the sex scene wasn't that good, I'm still trying to improve upon them. Please let me know what you thought of this chapter and the sex scenes. Suggestion and recommendations on what I can change or improve upon are always welcome. Below are your options for the next chapter. Thanks again for taking the time to read this.

A new number comes in belonging to a woman who is an adult film star. While Mr. Reese can protect her when she's not at work someone needs to go undercover to try and protect her at her place of business. Shaw ends up getting a job there as a photographer/videographer and is less than thrilled especially when she learns her first assignment is the newest model Root. (Apologies in advance because the author has no idea what was going through his mind when he came up with this insanity in the first place.)

Undercover at a call center Shaw is growing weary of cold calling people. Yet when the next person she calls is Root the Hacker sees an opportunity to have some fun with her bored companion and decides that phone sex is the perfect way to alleviate Shaw's boredom.

Root is positive that there is something wrong with the Machine. It is the only logical explanation for why She thought it was alright to place Root undercover at a local pizza joint as their newest driver. Things are not helped when Mr. Reese and Shaw learns of her cover identity and take particular delight in ordering for delivery.