Role Models
"James Bond."
Oliver smirks at you. "Such an obvious choice. Not even close my Sweet."
A long and so far unrewarding stakeout of a supposed double agent named Logan's condominium has run into the wee hours of the morning.
"I'm starting to think that Grayson's information was waaay off here Oliver."
"Well it wouldn't be the first time they were off on this sort of thing. That's why they have us observe them before they drag them up on groundless charges. Our employers' way of checking for leaks while they get to punish us for having too large of a travel expense account. Princess Leia."
It is your turn to smirk. "A significant role model to be sure, but not the earliest. Try again."
He stretches his arm behind you and kisses you on the cheek as you lean your head on his shoulder. "Damn. I was so hoping to see you in that slave girl outfit."
"Gods. For all the Armani suits in the world, you're just a Sci-Fi fanboy at heart aren't you?"
"Complaining?"
"No comment."
"Was that light off before?" He nods toward the house.
"I don't think so. He may be on the move. What do you say we try for a little scout around? I could do with stretching my legs a bit anyway."
"Just trying to get out of your next guess?" Oliver smiles as he loads his sig.
"Steed?"
"A noble selection indeed but as you said not the earliest." He looks you up and down carefully. "Mrs. Peel?"
"Nope."
"Thought maybe you were giving yourself away with that guess. It wasn't Tara-boom-dee-ay was it?"
"Hey you're out of turn. And if you're referring to the illustrious Miss King, no. Not her either."
You both exit the car and crouch behind the side of it keep cover. "All right Love, ladies choice. Front or back?"
"Back sounds like more fun but if any of the neighbors get nosy it's less likely they'll worry about a woman lurking around his front yard."
"Bloody female chauvinist." He smiles and kisses you before jogging off out of sight.
Keeping your weapon concealed as best you can, you creep from behind the car and approach the front of the residence. You see nothing as you peer through the window sheers. You slowly walk around toward the garage to see if Logan's car is still there. The car is indeed there and you jump back around the side of the garage as you notice that Logan appears to be inside and sitting behind the wheel.
When five minutes pass and you notice no movement, you raise your weapon a little higher and walk to the driver's side door. You can tell that Logan is sitting slumped over the steering wheel. As you look closer, you notice a good deal of blood on his emotionless face. You haven't long to ponder it however. You hear a loud smack and start to feel a blinding wave of pain in the back of your head when all is replaced by darkness.
When you wake up, you are sitting in a straight chair with your hands tied behind your back. Your vision is blurry at first but when it clears you can see that you are sitting in a living room with one lamp on. You cast a glance out the window and observe the car you and Oliver spent most of the evening in. You realize that you are in Logan's condo. As you look up and find Grayson smiling down on you, you also realize that this whole assignment was a set-up from the start.
Two tall men enter the room, one with black hair and the other blonde. You don't recognize either of them but they stride up beside Grayson.
"We've fully checked the perimeter sir. No trace of Sampson."
Grayson shrugs. "He's here."
"Maybe he saw the girl get captured, figured it out and took off."
Grayson shakes his head. "Doesn't matter what he saw or what he's figured out. As long as she's here," he runs his gloved finger under your chin. You shake it off and glare at him. "He's here. Find him."
They leave the room and Grayson takes a seat opposite you. "Why," you ask.
"It's actually very simple. I had a lucrative operation going and Logan caught wind of it."
"Why Oliver and me then?"
"It's my fault really, and for that I must apologize. I got sloppy. Logan caught on because he worked more closely with me. But there were things there that our hyper-clever Mr. Sampson would have picked up on as well, especially given the condition they would find Logan's body in."
"And me?"
"You? You're the star of our little scenario. I've planted enough information to ensure that Logan will be perceived as almost certainly a traitor. But you are the motive."
"The motive?"
"The two of you were assigned to ascertain whether Logan was a double agent or not. During the course of the investigation, he captured, and unfortunately killed you. Sampson, in turn, killed Logan to avenge his Lady Love. He will disappear for a couple weeks and then his body will turn up somewhere as yet to be determined. The victim of a suicide of course. He just couldn't live without you."
"You're crazy."
"Now have a bit of gratitude. Not only do you and Sampson go down as heroes, but with a love story that will live in legend. There'd probably be a movie of the week if only the average citizen was allowed to know the organization existed."
"Meanwhile, you get away clean."
"And the world goes rotating on. It's flawless really."
"You truly are insane."
"And not only that," Oliver enters the room by throwing the blonde henchman to the floor at Grayson's feet. "You talk entirely too much." Grayson stands, shocked. Oliver smiles and punches Grayson as hard as he can. He lands unconscious on top of the blonde man.
"Boy am I glad to see you."
"Sorry I'm late." He kneels before you and rests his hands on your knees. "Ran into these two fellows who insisted on dancing even after I politely informed them that I don't swing that way. Are you all right?"
"Bump on the head. Doing better than Logan though."
He reaches to the back of your head and feels the lump you have there. When his hand comes away, it has a little bit of blood on it. "Oh Love. Hang on, I'm going to get you out of here and attended to."
Oliver stands and moves away from you for a moment to come stand beside Grayson's sleeping form. He gives him a hard kick in the side. He then comes around your chair and begins untying the ropes around your wrists. "So, I give up," he says. "If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine."
"Fair enough. Wonder Woman."
"Wonder Woman?" You can hear the smile in his voice. "Well you've certainly found a way to mend a heart broken by the loss of the slave girl costume."
"Okay, give. What was yours Oliver?"
"Promise not to laugh?"
"Nope."
He sighs. "Would you believe... Maxwell Smart."
You can't help but to giggle. "Terrific." As your hands are freed and you bring them around to rub the feeling back into them, Oliver calls your employers and requests a clean up crew and medical attention.
"Sure you shouldn't have used your shoe," you ask as he puts his cell phone away.
"Fine, mock if you will." He puts his arm around your shoulders and walks you to the loveseat.
"No. I think it's cute. I had a crush on Max when I was little."
As he helps you to sit down, Grayson groans and begins to come around. "I'll use my shoe all right." One kick to the head later, Oliver is sitting down next to you as Grayson is once again unconscious. Oliver slips his arms around you. He gently takes your cheeks in his hands and kisses you slowly. As he breaks the kiss, he smiles. "Bastard was right about one thing."
"Yes?"
"I couldn't live without you."
You smile at him. "Yes you could."
He shrugs. "Maybe. But I don't ever want to have to find out."
You kiss him. "Keep talking like that and you won't ever have to."
"Once the E.M.T's get here and check you over, I'm taking you to a nice hotel with candlelight and bubble bath and room service."
You sigh and lean against his shoulder. "Right now I'll settle for big warm bed to sleep in and sexy naked British guy to cuddle with."
"Can I be the British Guy?"
You laugh as the medics and clean up crew come through the door of the condo. "Get naked and I'll let you know."
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