(FIC) (i love you)But You Trouble Me -- for coyotesuspect
Title: (i love you) But You Trouble Me
Author/Artist: imaginethehappy
Recipient: coyotesuspect
Pairing: Danneel/Genevieve
Rating: PG15
Summary: Danneel is a super secret agent. Genevieve is a college student with an exploding washing machine. But it's a day that ends in 'y' and things don't go so smoothly.
Warnings: there's not really too much to warn for. There's some schmoop! do people need a warning for that? Obviously it's FemmeSlash(-lite)
Notes: This kind of took on a life of it's own. prompts I ran with were snark and banter, plot, AU background boys, government conspiracies, laundry, mythology(kind of sort of if you squint). BUT I DO HOPE IT's A-OTAY! I tried! ;)
Genevieve sighed as she closed the lid on the washing machine. Spending a Wednesday in the laundromat was not her idea of being conducive to getting her paper for her history midterm done. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she left it until the last minute.
For the first time ever.
She sat down in the red-orange plastic chair and pulled her laptop out of her backpack. While she waited for it to start up her gaze locked on the towels she had in the dryer. It was a little mesmerizing the way the colors swirled together....
“Excuse me?”
Genevieve blinked up at the red head standing in front of her. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
She smiled, “I was just wondering if you were done with your machine or if you knew something I didn’t about the dryer.”
Gen glanced over at the washers and realized they were all three done. “Oh! Shit, I’m sorry.” Her eyes widened then when she realized what she said, “Sorry.” She set her computer down in the chair and dragged her basket over to the washer.
As she loaded the last of her whites into the basket she looked up again to find the red head watching her. She arched an eyebrow.
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
“Probably not. My washer exploded in my apartment.” The woman’s eye’s narrowed. “No, really. There was smoke, a big noise and it fell through the floor.” Genevieve lifted the basket and turned around to the dryers. She stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out three more quarters.
“Wow, that’s impressive.” The girl’s back was to Gen as she dropped dark clothes into the basin.
Genevieve rolled her eyes and turned the knob on the timer. She unloaded the other two machines and started two more dryers. She brushed passed the red head and went back to her laptop.
Fifteen minutes later, she’d just found what she needed on Bing when she noticed the red head pacing at the back of the room. She sighed and went back to her research on the lesser Gods’ stories.
“Okay, here’s the thing.”
Genevieve rolled her eyes and looked up. “Excuse me?”
“In about two minutes, some men are gonna come blowing in here, guns blazing and I’m gonna need your help if you want to survive.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on those secret agent moves I’ve been practicing.” Gen looked back down at her computer and continued to type.
She narrowed her eyes at the red head when the lid snapped down on her fingers. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to come with me.” Her hand closed around Gen’s wrist as she pulled her up from the chair.
Genevieve stumbled as she followed behind the woman, barely able to keep her laptop from clattering to the floor. “Whoa! Hey! Are you crazy?” She was pulled through the door marked ‘private’ and pushed against the shelves on the wall. “What is wrong with you?”
“I need you to stop talking. This is not a fire drill, this is not an acid trip and if you don’t stop talking I’ll throw you out there and let the big bad men have their way with you.” She pulled a handgun from her lower back and leaned in again. “I’ll be right back. Whatever happens, do not come out.”
Gen nearly swallowed her tongue and nodded without a word. She wrapped her arms around her lap top and watched the other woman slip out of the closet.
Danneel rolled her eyes as she made her way out of the closet. The only reason she’d come into the building in the first place was because it was always empty on Wednesday afternoons. It was the perfect cover to watch the girl. Who did their laundry at one o’clock on Wednesday?
She made her way around the corner and quickly took down one of the armed guys in full tactical gear. She’d been pretty sure that they were gonna come in hot and heavy but this was really a little much.
The girl was going to have to be dealt with but Dani was relatively sure she’d scared her into staying put. Genevieve Cortese was a college student taking a day off to work on her paper. She was a History/English double major and had no idea about how to maintain her privacy on the internet. Danneel didn’t have to look very hard before she knew where Genevieve rode her bike in third grade.
Two minutes later, Danneel worked her way through three more guys and was crouched down behind a washer waiting for a sound that gave away the last two guys’ position. She heard the turn of a doorknob and made for the corner of the room. The only door-
“Ah! What are you doing?”
The girl.
‘Fuck!’ Danneel rolled her eyes and ran around the corner, gun drawn, and fired four quick shots at the two men. She pushed Genevieve back into the closet in time to turn and land a kick against the closest one’s solar plexus. “Gen, just stay put!” She ducked when she saw a fist flying at her and caught his wrist before she twisted his arm up behind his back until she heard the satisfying crack of his arm giving way.
She smirked at the groan of pain that rolled out of him. “Tell your boss I don’t play well with others.” She shoved him against his partner and pulled her second piece so that she had a gun in the face of both men in front of her.
They slowly made their way back out of the building using the side door they came in. Danneel didn’t turn around until she heard the squeal of tires driving away.
Genevieve couldn’t breathe. She had a white knuckled grip on her laptop and her eyes were glued to the door waiting for the men to come back in. Who were they? She just wanted to get her laundry done while she read about the incestuous web of Greek Gods and figures.
She crouched down at the back of the closet and waited for whatever was going to happen next.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Who was that? She jumped when a hand landed on her shoulder. “Ah!” Then there were two hands on her shoulders and a quiet, firm voice telling her that it was okay. She blinked up and saw the red head. “What is going on? Who were those guys? Were those guns?”
The woman smirked. “Yeah, they were guns. And to be honest, you weren’t supposed to be here.” She stood up and held out a hand. “Come on, I’ll get ya out of here.”
Gen let herself be pulled up to a standing position. “Can I grab my laundry?”
The woman rolled her eyes and snickered. “We’ll make sure to get your laundry.”
Genevieve sighed as she stretched the length of her bed. She stared up at the fan and wondered briefly if wanted to get out of bed or not.
“You’re finally awake. Come on, we’ve got places to go.”
Gen sat up and watched as Danneel came flying through the room. “What are you still doing here? You said I was fine.”
“No, I said that we weren’t followed and you’d be fine if you were tired.” She threw a pair of pants on the bed and followed with a shirt and a pair of boots. “Put that on. I already made coffee, did you know you had a coffee grinder in the cabinet? We’re leaving in thirty.”
She whisked out of the room and left Genevieve scratching her head, trying to figure out what just happened. Twenty-six minutes later, Gen tied the laces on her boot and walked out to the living room. Danneel was cleaning a gun on her coffee table. “How are you even a real person?”
An eyebrow arched, “What? You thought Hollywood came up with this on it’s own?”
“So you seriously work for the CIA or something?” Gen plopped down in her chair and looked over all the parts on the table.
Dani grinned. “Or something. You ready?”
“That’s another thing. Where are you taking me? Is this like a witness protection thing?”
“Not exactly.”
Gen rolled her eyes. “Then what exactly?” She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the black upholstery.
Danneel’s hands flew over the parts of the gun on the table and in less than ten seconds it was whole again. “You won’t exactly live if you don’t go now.”
“And why is that?”
“You’ve been working on a project for your history class right?” When Genevieve nodded, Dani continued, “Well, whether you meant to or not, you found out about a covert operation known as ‘Odysseus’. Those men yesterday assumed you were out to compromise that.” She stood and stuck the gun in the waist of her pants.
Gen just stared. This was some legit CIA bullshit?
“I packed you a bag already. We’re not taking your cell phone and before you use your laptop again I’ve got to give it a once over.”
“What?”
“We’re leaving. Come on.”
“Wait, what about school? I’ve got entirely too much going on to let some cracked out government agents undo my plan.”
Danneel leaned down in front of her, hands planted on either arm of the chair. Gen definitely didn’t glance down at the décolletage presented to her. “I’m only gonna say this once. You’re gonna get up, you’re gonna get your laptop and we’re gonna leave. I’m gonna figure out a way to get you out of this but until then, if you want to live, you’re gonna do everything I say. Do I make myself clear?”
Gen nodded, the tone of Dani’s voice going straight through her, and she got up on shaky legs to collect her laptop.
Danneel rolled her neck. Babysitting had never been her thing and who would leave their kid with her anyway? She couldn’t keep a plant alive. But here she was with a grown woman practically chained to her side until she could figure out a way to convince her boss that she had no idea what ‘Odysseus’ was.
Gen was packing up her laptop while she looked out the windows on every side of the building. The rooftops were clear but there was a van sitting parked in front of the corner store that had been there for more than an hour.
“I hate to rush you but we really need to get a move on.”
“Fine. It’s not like I can update my Facebook status with ‘Sorry on the lamb now.’”
“That’s cute. Are you done?”
Genvieve stalked over to the door and pulled it open. Dani was across the room in three strides and wrapped her arm around Gen’s shoulders before she pulled her back into the room. “Have you lost your mind?”
“What? You said we were leaving.”
Dani stuck her head out into the hall, looked both ways, and pulled Gen out by the collar of her shirt. “We leave when I clear a path.” She pulled Gen into the stairwell and pushed her up against the wall. “From now on you’re gonna do as I say, right?”
Gen nodded, brown eyes stretched wide, and adjusted the strap of the lap top bag.
“Good, cause the fun part starts now.” Dani winked and started down the stairs at a break neck pace.
Five hours later, Gen had no idea where she was anymore and Danneel was cooking in a kitchen in a ‘safe house’. If someone asked her last week what she’d be doing at five o’clock on Thursday, hiding out in a safe house would not have crossed her mind.
“I bet asking about Odysseus at this point would be a waste of breath.”
“Y’think?” Danneel continued with the slicing she was doing, the pile of vegetables grew as she added the bell pepper slices.
Gen studied her profile and walked over to the breakfast bar. “Odysseus was a wanderer. He was a King and he led an army in the Trojan War. I bet it’s a hacker thing, huh?”
Danneel continued to chop her vegetables.
Gen leaned on her elbows. “Is this dinner and a movie? Does it count as our second date, cause really, our first date’s gonna be hard to top.”
That got her attention and she turned to fix Gen with a look. “Oh, honey, if I thought you could handle dinner and a movie we’d have the candles on the table already.”
Genevieve rolled her eyes and headed over to the couch to try and find something on TV. She could hear the knife hitting the cutting board and leaned back as she flipped through the channels on the black and white set.
She settled on TCM and watched as Cary Grant smiled his way across the French Riviera. ‘To Catch a Thief’ seemed fitting.
Danneel came in with two steaming plates of stir-fry.
“It cooks.”
She sat down next to Gen and glanced over at the television. “You’re kidding right?”
Gen shrugged.
An hour and a half later, Danneel turned clicked the television over to the Weather Channel. “Well?”
“What?”
“What’d you think?” Danneel had a little bit of a thing for old movies. It was the one thing she could keep for herself.
“It was okay.”
The knock on the door had her on her feet and across the room in two seconds. She looked through the peephole. They stood there looking far too smug for her liking. She pulled the door open and crossed her arms over her chest. She leaned against the doorway. “Ackles. Jared.”
Jared’s grin almost made her smile. “Hey, Harris. Could you have picked a more out of the way place?”
“Hey, I’ve got a civilian to drag around, kiss my ass. Get in here.” She stepped aside and let the boys in.
Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki (at least, that’s how she knew them) were her favorite for back up. They were thorough, easy to look at, and she was pretty sure the couple act they occasionally pulled wasn’t fake.
Genevieve was leaning over the back of the couch, the picture of innocence. Danneel barely held back her urge to scoff. “Guys, this is Genevieve. Gen, these are the guys.”
Jared immediately went over and with a flash of dimples had Gen smiling up at him.
Danneel rolled her eyes and took Jensen into the kitchen. “She doesn’t have a clue what Odysseus is actually about. Such a babysitting case.” She handed over the file she’d put together.
Jensen dropped the file on the counter and a smirk pulled at the side of his mouth.
“What?”
“You’ve been on this what? A week?” Danneel nodded. “And you’ve managed to develop a case of fondness.”
Danneel’s mouth dropped open. “What are you talking about?”
“You made dinner.”
“I can’t let her starve.”
“You watched ‘To Catch a Thief’. Cary Grant? Already?” Jensen smiled then.
Danneel rolled her eyes. She didn’t have a soft spot for Genev- “Fuck.”
“It happens.”
“It’s been two days.” Danneel folded her arms across her chest.
Jensen shrugged.
“So, Genevieve and I took a vote and a change in sobriety is definitely in order.” Jared appeared at the edge of the kitchen. He looked between Jensen and Dani. “What?”
“Are you guys expecting more people?”
They all turned at the sound of Genevieve’s voice and rushed into the living room. Danneel grabbed Gen’s arm and pulled her toward the bedroom. “You got this side?” Jensen nodded and tossed Jared a weapon. Danneel closed and locked the door and pushed Genevieve into the closet.
“This is a thing with you isn’t it? Do we need to talk about this?”
Danneel turned and narrowed her eyes. “You do understand what’s going on right? Very bad people want you dead.”
“I get that. But I’ve a freakin’ GI Joe squad in a house in the middle of nowhere. I’m pretty sure I’m good.”
“Not if you don’t keep your mouth shut and listen to me.” Danneel backed Gen against the wall. “I don’t even want to know how you accidentally hacked your way into this op but I am damned well gonna see to it that you see the other side of it.” She held Genevieve’s dark eyed gaze and didn’t miss a flash of something across the girl’s eyes. “What?”
“It wasn’t an accident.”
“What are you talking about?” Danneel had checked every possible angle. There was no way Gen knew what she’d stumbled upon.
“Odysseus is mine.”
“What? That’s not possible.” Danneel glanced over her shoulder at the sound of a door slamming in the other room.
Genevieve’s fingers curled over her hips and pulled her closer. “Odysseus is mine. I wrote it and I want to sell it. I have no idea about anything else you’ve been told but the information is mine.” She pressed her lips to Danneel’s and brought a hand up to tangle her fingers in her hair.
Danneel sighed against the warmth of Genevieve’s kiss before what she said registered. She immediately pulled back and backed out of the closet. She ran right into Jensen and Jared.
“Whoa! What’s goin’ on?” Jared asked, looking between the two of the them.
“I told her. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I feel like such a schmuck.” Genevieve stepped out of the closet and fixed Danneel with a hopeful look.
Dani turned around and looked up at both men, “You know?”
“It was important that you didn’t. Believe me we thought it was completely whack but we had to sell it.” Jared said, both eyebrows lifted sky high.
Danneel ran a hand through her hair and stumbled over to the bed.
“Danneel, please don’t be mad.” Gen knelt down in front of her and curled a hand over her knee.
“Mad? You don’t want me to be mad?” Danneel nodded, “I’m not mad. I’m pissed off at those two for keeping me out of the loop.” She glared up at Jensen.
He hit Jared in the shoulder, “Come on, let’s go see if she left anything in the fridge.” Jared oh so subtly winked in his way out.
Danneel looked back down at Genevieve and sighed. “But you?” She ran a hand down Gen’s cheek and curled her fingers in the dark hair resting on her shoulder.
Genevieve made the decision for her and leaned in to plant another toe curling kiss on her mouth.
-Six months later-
Danneel sighed as she opened her eyes to the bright sunlight. She stretched out until her back popped and let out a groan of approval.
“Are you starting without me?”
She grinned and threw the covers off of her. She tiptoed into the kitchen to find Gen cutting up strawberries. “Fresh fruit again?”
“Oh, I know how it offends your delicate palette but I can’t help myself.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Dani’s cheek.
“You’d think I could come to terms with living in the tropics and hiding from covert organizations but I still have issues.”
Genevieve snickered and set her knife down. She stretched an arm out and pulled Danneel in for the first kiss of the day. “You trouble me.”
“You love me.”
Gen tilted her head to the side, “Beside the point.” She grinned and pressed another kiss to Danneel’s lucious mouth.
Author/Artist: imaginethehappy
Recipient: coyotesuspect
Pairing: Danneel/Genevieve
Rating: PG15
Summary: Danneel is a super secret agent. Genevieve is a college student with an exploding washing machine. But it's a day that ends in 'y' and things don't go so smoothly.
Warnings: there's not really too much to warn for. There's some schmoop! do people need a warning for that? Obviously it's FemmeSlash(-lite)
Notes: This kind of took on a life of it's own. prompts I ran with were snark and banter, plot, AU background boys, government conspiracies, laundry, mythology(kind of sort of if you squint). BUT I DO HOPE IT's A-OTAY! I tried! ;)
Genevieve sighed as she closed the lid on the washing machine. Spending a Wednesday in the laundromat was not her idea of being conducive to getting her paper for her history midterm done. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she left it until the last minute.
For the first time ever.
She sat down in the red-orange plastic chair and pulled her laptop out of her backpack. While she waited for it to start up her gaze locked on the towels she had in the dryer. It was a little mesmerizing the way the colors swirled together....
“Excuse me?”
Genevieve blinked up at the red head standing in front of her. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”
She smiled, “I was just wondering if you were done with your machine or if you knew something I didn’t about the dryer.”
Gen glanced over at the washers and realized they were all three done. “Oh! Shit, I’m sorry.” Her eyes widened then when she realized what she said, “Sorry.” She set her computer down in the chair and dragged her basket over to the washer.
As she loaded the last of her whites into the basket she looked up again to find the red head watching her. She arched an eyebrow.
“I haven’t seen you here before.”
“Probably not. My washer exploded in my apartment.” The woman’s eye’s narrowed. “No, really. There was smoke, a big noise and it fell through the floor.” Genevieve lifted the basket and turned around to the dryers. She stuck her hand in her pocket and pulled out three more quarters.
“Wow, that’s impressive.” The girl’s back was to Gen as she dropped dark clothes into the basin.
Genevieve rolled her eyes and turned the knob on the timer. She unloaded the other two machines and started two more dryers. She brushed passed the red head and went back to her laptop.
Fifteen minutes later, she’d just found what she needed on Bing when she noticed the red head pacing at the back of the room. She sighed and went back to her research on the lesser Gods’ stories.
“Okay, here’s the thing.”
Genevieve rolled her eyes and looked up. “Excuse me?”
“In about two minutes, some men are gonna come blowing in here, guns blazing and I’m gonna need your help if you want to survive.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on those secret agent moves I’ve been practicing.” Gen looked back down at her computer and continued to type.
She narrowed her eyes at the red head when the lid snapped down on her fingers. “I’m afraid you’re gonna have to come with me.” Her hand closed around Gen’s wrist as she pulled her up from the chair.
Genevieve stumbled as she followed behind the woman, barely able to keep her laptop from clattering to the floor. “Whoa! Hey! Are you crazy?” She was pulled through the door marked ‘private’ and pushed against the shelves on the wall. “What is wrong with you?”
“I need you to stop talking. This is not a fire drill, this is not an acid trip and if you don’t stop talking I’ll throw you out there and let the big bad men have their way with you.” She pulled a handgun from her lower back and leaned in again. “I’ll be right back. Whatever happens, do not come out.”
Gen nearly swallowed her tongue and nodded without a word. She wrapped her arms around her lap top and watched the other woman slip out of the closet.
Danneel rolled her eyes as she made her way out of the closet. The only reason she’d come into the building in the first place was because it was always empty on Wednesday afternoons. It was the perfect cover to watch the girl. Who did their laundry at one o’clock on Wednesday?
She made her way around the corner and quickly took down one of the armed guys in full tactical gear. She’d been pretty sure that they were gonna come in hot and heavy but this was really a little much.
The girl was going to have to be dealt with but Dani was relatively sure she’d scared her into staying put. Genevieve Cortese was a college student taking a day off to work on her paper. She was a History/English double major and had no idea about how to maintain her privacy on the internet. Danneel didn’t have to look very hard before she knew where Genevieve rode her bike in third grade.
Two minutes later, Danneel worked her way through three more guys and was crouched down behind a washer waiting for a sound that gave away the last two guys’ position. She heard the turn of a doorknob and made for the corner of the room. The only door-
“Ah! What are you doing?”
The girl.
‘Fuck!’ Danneel rolled her eyes and ran around the corner, gun drawn, and fired four quick shots at the two men. She pushed Genevieve back into the closet in time to turn and land a kick against the closest one’s solar plexus. “Gen, just stay put!” She ducked when she saw a fist flying at her and caught his wrist before she twisted his arm up behind his back until she heard the satisfying crack of his arm giving way.
She smirked at the groan of pain that rolled out of him. “Tell your boss I don’t play well with others.” She shoved him against his partner and pulled her second piece so that she had a gun in the face of both men in front of her.
They slowly made their way back out of the building using the side door they came in. Danneel didn’t turn around until she heard the squeal of tires driving away.
Genevieve couldn’t breathe. She had a white knuckled grip on her laptop and her eyes were glued to the door waiting for the men to come back in. Who were they? She just wanted to get her laundry done while she read about the incestuous web of Greek Gods and figures.
She crouched down at the back of the closet and waited for whatever was going to happen next.
“Hey, are you okay?”
Who was that? She jumped when a hand landed on her shoulder. “Ah!” Then there were two hands on her shoulders and a quiet, firm voice telling her that it was okay. She blinked up and saw the red head. “What is going on? Who were those guys? Were those guns?”
The woman smirked. “Yeah, they were guns. And to be honest, you weren’t supposed to be here.” She stood up and held out a hand. “Come on, I’ll get ya out of here.”
Gen let herself be pulled up to a standing position. “Can I grab my laundry?”
The woman rolled her eyes and snickered. “We’ll make sure to get your laundry.”
Genevieve sighed as she stretched the length of her bed. She stared up at the fan and wondered briefly if wanted to get out of bed or not.
“You’re finally awake. Come on, we’ve got places to go.”
Gen sat up and watched as Danneel came flying through the room. “What are you still doing here? You said I was fine.”
“No, I said that we weren’t followed and you’d be fine if you were tired.” She threw a pair of pants on the bed and followed with a shirt and a pair of boots. “Put that on. I already made coffee, did you know you had a coffee grinder in the cabinet? We’re leaving in thirty.”
She whisked out of the room and left Genevieve scratching her head, trying to figure out what just happened. Twenty-six minutes later, Gen tied the laces on her boot and walked out to the living room. Danneel was cleaning a gun on her coffee table. “How are you even a real person?”
An eyebrow arched, “What? You thought Hollywood came up with this on it’s own?”
“So you seriously work for the CIA or something?” Gen plopped down in her chair and looked over all the parts on the table.
Dani grinned. “Or something. You ready?”
“That’s another thing. Where are you taking me? Is this like a witness protection thing?”
“Not exactly.”
Gen rolled her eyes. “Then what exactly?” She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the black upholstery.
Danneel’s hands flew over the parts of the gun on the table and in less than ten seconds it was whole again. “You won’t exactly live if you don’t go now.”
“And why is that?”
“You’ve been working on a project for your history class right?” When Genevieve nodded, Dani continued, “Well, whether you meant to or not, you found out about a covert operation known as ‘Odysseus’. Those men yesterday assumed you were out to compromise that.” She stood and stuck the gun in the waist of her pants.
Gen just stared. This was some legit CIA bullshit?
“I packed you a bag already. We’re not taking your cell phone and before you use your laptop again I’ve got to give it a once over.”
“What?”
“We’re leaving. Come on.”
“Wait, what about school? I’ve got entirely too much going on to let some cracked out government agents undo my plan.”
Danneel leaned down in front of her, hands planted on either arm of the chair. Gen definitely didn’t glance down at the décolletage presented to her. “I’m only gonna say this once. You’re gonna get up, you’re gonna get your laptop and we’re gonna leave. I’m gonna figure out a way to get you out of this but until then, if you want to live, you’re gonna do everything I say. Do I make myself clear?”
Gen nodded, the tone of Dani’s voice going straight through her, and she got up on shaky legs to collect her laptop.
Danneel rolled her neck. Babysitting had never been her thing and who would leave their kid with her anyway? She couldn’t keep a plant alive. But here she was with a grown woman practically chained to her side until she could figure out a way to convince her boss that she had no idea what ‘Odysseus’ was.
Gen was packing up her laptop while she looked out the windows on every side of the building. The rooftops were clear but there was a van sitting parked in front of the corner store that had been there for more than an hour.
“I hate to rush you but we really need to get a move on.”
“Fine. It’s not like I can update my Facebook status with ‘Sorry on the lamb now.’”
“That’s cute. Are you done?”
Genvieve stalked over to the door and pulled it open. Dani was across the room in three strides and wrapped her arm around Gen’s shoulders before she pulled her back into the room. “Have you lost your mind?”
“What? You said we were leaving.”
Dani stuck her head out into the hall, looked both ways, and pulled Gen out by the collar of her shirt. “We leave when I clear a path.” She pulled Gen into the stairwell and pushed her up against the wall. “From now on you’re gonna do as I say, right?”
Gen nodded, brown eyes stretched wide, and adjusted the strap of the lap top bag.
“Good, cause the fun part starts now.” Dani winked and started down the stairs at a break neck pace.
Five hours later, Gen had no idea where she was anymore and Danneel was cooking in a kitchen in a ‘safe house’. If someone asked her last week what she’d be doing at five o’clock on Thursday, hiding out in a safe house would not have crossed her mind.
“I bet asking about Odysseus at this point would be a waste of breath.”
“Y’think?” Danneel continued with the slicing she was doing, the pile of vegetables grew as she added the bell pepper slices.
Gen studied her profile and walked over to the breakfast bar. “Odysseus was a wanderer. He was a King and he led an army in the Trojan War. I bet it’s a hacker thing, huh?”
Danneel continued to chop her vegetables.
Gen leaned on her elbows. “Is this dinner and a movie? Does it count as our second date, cause really, our first date’s gonna be hard to top.”
That got her attention and she turned to fix Gen with a look. “Oh, honey, if I thought you could handle dinner and a movie we’d have the candles on the table already.”
Genevieve rolled her eyes and headed over to the couch to try and find something on TV. She could hear the knife hitting the cutting board and leaned back as she flipped through the channels on the black and white set.
She settled on TCM and watched as Cary Grant smiled his way across the French Riviera. ‘To Catch a Thief’ seemed fitting.
Danneel came in with two steaming plates of stir-fry.
“It cooks.”
She sat down next to Gen and glanced over at the television. “You’re kidding right?”
Gen shrugged.
An hour and a half later, Danneel turned clicked the television over to the Weather Channel. “Well?”
“What?”
“What’d you think?” Danneel had a little bit of a thing for old movies. It was the one thing she could keep for herself.
“It was okay.”
The knock on the door had her on her feet and across the room in two seconds. She looked through the peephole. They stood there looking far too smug for her liking. She pulled the door open and crossed her arms over her chest. She leaned against the doorway. “Ackles. Jared.”
Jared’s grin almost made her smile. “Hey, Harris. Could you have picked a more out of the way place?”
“Hey, I’ve got a civilian to drag around, kiss my ass. Get in here.” She stepped aside and let the boys in.
Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki (at least, that’s how she knew them) were her favorite for back up. They were thorough, easy to look at, and she was pretty sure the couple act they occasionally pulled wasn’t fake.
Genevieve was leaning over the back of the couch, the picture of innocence. Danneel barely held back her urge to scoff. “Guys, this is Genevieve. Gen, these are the guys.”
Jared immediately went over and with a flash of dimples had Gen smiling up at him.
Danneel rolled her eyes and took Jensen into the kitchen. “She doesn’t have a clue what Odysseus is actually about. Such a babysitting case.” She handed over the file she’d put together.
Jensen dropped the file on the counter and a smirk pulled at the side of his mouth.
“What?”
“You’ve been on this what? A week?” Danneel nodded. “And you’ve managed to develop a case of fondness.”
Danneel’s mouth dropped open. “What are you talking about?”
“You made dinner.”
“I can’t let her starve.”
“You watched ‘To Catch a Thief’. Cary Grant? Already?” Jensen smiled then.
Danneel rolled her eyes. She didn’t have a soft spot for Genev- “Fuck.”
“It happens.”
“It’s been two days.” Danneel folded her arms across her chest.
Jensen shrugged.
“So, Genevieve and I took a vote and a change in sobriety is definitely in order.” Jared appeared at the edge of the kitchen. He looked between Jensen and Dani. “What?”
“Are you guys expecting more people?”
They all turned at the sound of Genevieve’s voice and rushed into the living room. Danneel grabbed Gen’s arm and pulled her toward the bedroom. “You got this side?” Jensen nodded and tossed Jared a weapon. Danneel closed and locked the door and pushed Genevieve into the closet.
“This is a thing with you isn’t it? Do we need to talk about this?”
Danneel turned and narrowed her eyes. “You do understand what’s going on right? Very bad people want you dead.”
“I get that. But I’ve a freakin’ GI Joe squad in a house in the middle of nowhere. I’m pretty sure I’m good.”
“Not if you don’t keep your mouth shut and listen to me.” Danneel backed Gen against the wall. “I don’t even want to know how you accidentally hacked your way into this op but I am damned well gonna see to it that you see the other side of it.” She held Genevieve’s dark eyed gaze and didn’t miss a flash of something across the girl’s eyes. “What?”
“It wasn’t an accident.”
“What are you talking about?” Danneel had checked every possible angle. There was no way Gen knew what she’d stumbled upon.
“Odysseus is mine.”
“What? That’s not possible.” Danneel glanced over her shoulder at the sound of a door slamming in the other room.
Genevieve’s fingers curled over her hips and pulled her closer. “Odysseus is mine. I wrote it and I want to sell it. I have no idea about anything else you’ve been told but the information is mine.” She pressed her lips to Danneel’s and brought a hand up to tangle her fingers in her hair.
Danneel sighed against the warmth of Genevieve’s kiss before what she said registered. She immediately pulled back and backed out of the closet. She ran right into Jensen and Jared.
“Whoa! What’s goin’ on?” Jared asked, looking between the two of the them.
“I told her. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I feel like such a schmuck.” Genevieve stepped out of the closet and fixed Danneel with a hopeful look.
Dani turned around and looked up at both men, “You know?”
“It was important that you didn’t. Believe me we thought it was completely whack but we had to sell it.” Jared said, both eyebrows lifted sky high.
Danneel ran a hand through her hair and stumbled over to the bed.
“Danneel, please don’t be mad.” Gen knelt down in front of her and curled a hand over her knee.
“Mad? You don’t want me to be mad?” Danneel nodded, “I’m not mad. I’m pissed off at those two for keeping me out of the loop.” She glared up at Jensen.
He hit Jared in the shoulder, “Come on, let’s go see if she left anything in the fridge.” Jared oh so subtly winked in his way out.
Danneel looked back down at Genevieve and sighed. “But you?” She ran a hand down Gen’s cheek and curled her fingers in the dark hair resting on her shoulder.
Genevieve made the decision for her and leaned in to plant another toe curling kiss on her mouth.
-Six months later-
Danneel sighed as she opened her eyes to the bright sunlight. She stretched out until her back popped and let out a groan of approval.
“Are you starting without me?”
She grinned and threw the covers off of her. She tiptoed into the kitchen to find Gen cutting up strawberries. “Fresh fruit again?”
“Oh, I know how it offends your delicate palette but I can’t help myself.” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Dani’s cheek.
“You’d think I could come to terms with living in the tropics and hiding from covert organizations but I still have issues.”
Genevieve snickered and set her knife down. She stretched an arm out and pulled Danneel in for the first kiss of the day. “You trouble me.”
“You love me.”
Gen tilted her head to the side, “Beside the point.” She grinned and pressed another kiss to Danneel’s lucious mouth.