A/N: Guys thank you so much for the follows. One thing, I want to make this into a CIA spoof kind of like Get Smart, not James Bond. With that being said..
One year later. Location: Miami Florida.
Beca woke up gasping for air. It had been the same recurring dream over and over, running in the mountains of Russia with Stacie, getting shot straight in the chest, and seeing a figure in white with red locks in the far distance before she blacked out. Only thing was, it wasn't a dream it was a very real nightmare, one that hunted Becas mind till this day.
The agent got off her bed and walked over to the mirror. She lifted up her shirt and ran her hand on the scar that was now placed on her lower left chest. She wasn't sure what exactly happen after she passed out, she was found several hours later in a Russian hospital bed. Whoever placed her there must have been very good at sneaking around because no one had realized the agent laid in the bed unconscious until a nurse walked in checking the empty hospital beds. Beca was even attached to a breathing tube pumping air into her lungs and IV tubes taped onto her arms way before the nurse showed up.
The short brunette woke up two days after being taken to the hospital, the Doctors informed her how lucky she was that bullet didn't hit any major arteries and whoever performed surgery on her saved her life. As too who the person was still remained a mystery to the brunette but she would be forever grateful.
Beca walked into the kitchen taking in the fresh smell of homemade pancakes. Pancakes are usually something her or Stacie cooked up if one or both got laid the night before. A tradition they started the night Beca lost her virginity to the head cheerleader back in high school.
"Looks like someone had fun last night," Beca smirked at her partner.
"Chocolate chip for you, blueberry banana for me." Stacie said flipping the first batch of pancakes.
"Sweet, I'm going to work on my mixes in the meantime." Beca knew not to be around Stacie when she cooked, one thing Stacie hated was if someone was in the kitchen as she made her masterpieces of food.
Life was simple know for the two, after Becas misfortune the CIA decided the two should have some time off. That time turned into a year, a year and no word from the CIA.
After Beca fully recovered she decided to take up a hobby she loved; which was mixing music. She had manage to score a job as a local DJ for the clubs in Miami. Stacie took up waitressing, all though she wasn't too happy about it, she enjoyed all the male and female customers she met, especially the ones leaving her with a very large tip. But their now 'simple life' was about to come to an end.
"Beca," Stacie said from the kitchen. "Get the door,"
The agent was so focused on her mix she hadn't even heard the knock on the door. Getting off the couch she walked over toward the door, before opening it she looked through the peephole. She spotted a young brown haired man holding out a pizza delivery bag, figuring that the boy was harmless Beca relaxed opening the door.
"Hi," she told the boy with a name tag that read Benji, "How much?"
"14.95 Ma'am."
"Let me get my roommate," Beca closed the door and walked over to the kitchen. "Hey Stacie your pizza here, I'm surprised they deliver so early in the morning the total is-"
"Pizza?" Stacie interrupted her, "I never ordered pizza."
The two agents stood for a minute, Stacie grabbed her kitchen knife. As they walked over to the door, Stacie leaned onto the wall trying to hide herself.
"Wait," Stacie grabbed Becas hand. "Just opening the door isn't the best of ideas, he could have a gun for all we know."
Stacie was right, thinking for a minute what they should do Beca looked out the peephole to stare at the boy, except she didn't find him standing by the door. "He's gone,"
"What?" Stacie pushed Beca off to the side to have a look. "Where the hell could he have gone?"
"Where could who have gone?" Another voice spoke from behind the girls.
Beca turned to find no other then the pizza boy named Benji behind them. Beca quickly hit the boy's pressure point, causing him to fall to his knees. Stacie then pinned him onto the floor with a knife placed right on his neck.
"Who are you and what the fuck do you want?" Stacie questioned. "Answer me!" she yelled noticing that the boy just laid whimpering in fear.
"I like SpongeBob too!" He finally said.
Stacie and Beca gave each other a questioning look. "Meatball meatball spaghetti on the meat." He began to sing.
What the hell is this boy doing? Beca told herself, as the boy kept saying the same line over and over through his whimpers. And then it clicked for Beca it was a CIA code, "Ravioli ravioli," Beca sung.
The boy breathed out in relief, "Give me the secret formuoli," by now Stacie had figured out a code and was getting off of him and helping him up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Beca angrily spoke, he should have known better then to pull the stunt he had just pulled. "You never take a CIA agent by surprise, we could have killed you."
"I- I'm sorry, I'm new and well this was my first job of duty," the boy nervously said.
"You're knew!" Beca shouted, "A mistake can hunt you for the rest of your life!" She now had the boy punned up against the wall.
"Beca," Stacie said trying to pull the shorter woman off, "Relax okay."
Finally realizing how strong of a grip Beca had on the boy she backed off. "Sorry," she mumbled.
"We will be right back," Stacie assured, "Give us a minute to pack our clothes."
After a few minutes of packing the girls were ready to fly out to Washington D.C.
"The car awaits for us down stairs," Benji responded with fear still in his voice, "We will head to the airport and from there we will board a private Jet." He headed out the door and the two agents followed right behind him.
Washington D.C. Location: CIA Headquarters.
Beca and Stacie sat in the office of the CIA headquarters, receiving a few jaw drops and welcome backs along the way.
Beca shook her foot under the table, impatiently waiting for the reason why they were brought back. The agent had no idea what she was even doing there, she figured the CIA didn't want her back after not hearing a word for a whole year. And to top it off, Benji stared at the two as if he was a star struck fan.
"Can I help you with something?" Beca spoke having enough of Benji's creepy stares.
The boy stirred in his seat.
"Fine, if you won't say anything stop star-"
A click from the door interrupted Beca, the three of them looked up as an African American woman walked in.
"Chief," Stacie and Beca said standing up.
"Sit down you two," the chief said taking a seat herself. "Thank you agent for bringing them in."
"No problem C.R" Benji smiled back.
Beca and Stacie both stared at each other mouthing C.R. No one called the Chief by her first name Cynthia Rose yet alone the abbreviation, C.R.
"Agents I would like you to meet a very smart and intellectual man, Agent Applebaum. He has recently become a field agent."
"Just passed the test," Benji spoke. "Finally becoming a field agent gave me such a rush." Stacie and Beca awkwardly smiled at him. The kid was a weirdo.
"It's nice to see you again Stacie," Chief C.R said with a toothy grin. It was no secret that the woman always had some sort of feelings for the tall busty brunette. After every mission the two completed, she would send them a thank you basket. Beca knew it was for Stacie, mostly because the basket consisted of cuticle care items. "And of course you too Agent Mitchell. "
Beca moved up from her seat. "Chief, let's cut the crap here shall we.."
"Beca always so sweet."
Beca continued to speak as if no words were spoken from the Chief. "What are we doing here? A year and no word from you guys. Then out of the blue he shows up." Beca pointed towards Benji, "Who might I add, did a horrible job at bringing us in."
"Beca," Stacie nudged her friend. "Excuse my partner she didn't get laid last night."
"Some people never change," The Chief told Benji. She grabbed the office phone dialing a number. "Bring in the Australian."
As soon as she hung up the phone a large blonde walked in. "Agents I would like you to meet Agent A-"
"Fat Amy, Chief. Remember, Agent Fat Amy."
"Right, Agent Fat Amy."
"You call yourself Fat Amy?" Stacie asked.
"Yeah, so twig bitches like you don't do it behind my back."
"Smart," Stacie said offering her hand. "Agent Conrad and that's Agent Mitchell."
Beca gave curt nod. "Little short stack," Amy smiled.
"Excuse me?" Beca grinded her teeth, "I could kill you with my bare hands."
"And I believe you short stack, but you're still small." Amy walked over to the computer connected to the projector screen.
The screen soon showed pictures of Beca and Stacie in Miami. Both of the girl's eyes widening as the slide show began scrolling. Some were of Beca Djing at the clubs and others of her and Stacie getting drunk and bringing random girls or guys (in Stacie's case) home.
"You spied on us?!" Beca said in shock.
"Spied? No, think about it as keeping watch for your own safety."
"I can protect myself," Beca hit the desk with her fist. "It's one thing to keep watch on someone, it's another to spy and that's spying not protecting!"
"Agent step down now!" The Chief rose, "Hitting the desk won't do you any good, that FBI crap!"
Stacie grabbed the back of Beca shirt pulling her down to take a seat. "Beca calm down, the bad ass act doesn't work with the Chief." She whispered in her ear. "You know she just wants the best for us."
"Everything good here?" C.R said looking at Stacie and Beca but directing it towards Beca.
"Yes everything is fine C.R" Stacie winked. Beca rolled her eyes noticing the chief trying to hide the blush forming in her cheeks.
"Beca listen, we just wanted to protect you. You got shot and nearly died. Besides you two never quit the CIA, so we're aloud to do so. You should be thanking us, we gave you a whole year off and just watched from the distance."
Beca stayed quite. She knew the CIA only meant well, especially the Chief. She just wished she was more informed instead of not hearing a word for a year then out of the blue being called in. Was that even aloud? Then again the CIA could get away with murder and still be looks as the good guys.
C.R stood up and pulled another file from the computer. "Recently someone hacked into our computer systems. Stealing top secret files and exposing the agents who were on missions."
"Exposing?" Beca asked.
"Yes, all around the world our agents have been getting killed. We've had to pull some drastic measures. Bringing the ones still alive out on missions back to headquarters. Recruiting new agents,"
"That's how I got the job," Benji added.
"And where do we come in?"
"Well with you two, you both are one of few agents on the field not exposed, we've had to bring our vacation agents in and you two being one of them well you get the point."
Beca quirked an eyebrow, "But why after a year and what about them?" she pointed to Amy and Benji.
"Your team," C.R assured. "And well, you two are kind of like a secret weapon. You come out when needed."
Beca snorted, that was probably the biggest bullshit line she had ever heard.
The Chief continued talking trying to change the subject as to why they were never called back. "The mission will take place in New Mexico, in the city of Barden your location will be here." A picture of a Manson appeared on the screen.
Stacie let out a whistle in awe of how huge the place was.
"Home of Aubrey Posen and Chloe Beale. A source has recently told us that these two have taken the files. Your job is two bring back the files, delete them off of their computer, and capture these two, if needed kill, but only if needed."
"If you know the location, why not send a team to kill them all at once?" Beca said seeing the logic in it.
"It's not that simple, these two girls know there way around anything, they would see us coming even before we leave. Sources also tell us that they are forming an underground army to take over the city of Barden and with the files that they have stolen says like wise."
"Okay so how would we get in?" Beca still wasn't sure.
"That would be my job," Amy spoke up.
"Agent Amy has been undercover working for the two for quite a while now. So much that they ranked her to recruit soldiers that seem to be perfect for their army. You leave first thing tomorrow agents. As part of Amy's army recruits, remember you are undercover so you must act as if you are indeed willing to work for them."
Beca wasn't even sure about the mission, the Chief didn't even bother asking if she wanted to do it or not, then again like her and Stacie had a choice. Sighing in agreement, Beca flopped back onto her chair. "Wait a minute," she rose back up, "If Agent Am- Agent Fat Amy, has been undercover why didn't her team didn't or partner retrieve the missing files?"
"She makes a point," Stacie agreed.
"They were killed," Amy spoke, "Aubrey and Chloe found out they were spies and killed them. The only one left from my team is me."
"How have they not guessed you're an agent?"
"Because no one would believe they would let my sexy fat ass into the CIA."
This cause Beca to let out a small laugh.
"I'm telling you Agent Mitchell, the girls know their shit and we don't even have pictures of them. That's how good they are. They broke into the computer system!" C.R cried out.
"I can tell you ones a ginger and the other ones a blonde." Amy said.
"Oh, Beca has a thing for gingers." Stacie smiled.
"Yeah," Beca chuckled. "Hooking up with the enemy, that's smart." She sarcastically said standing up right after shooting Stacie a smirk. "You can count on me Chief." Without saying another word Beca walked out of the office. The short brunette felt scared and excited at the same time. After a year, she hopped she still had game for being the best at missions. But when it came to missions it was something one never forgets kind of like riding a bike.