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The week to Frankie had gone by agonizingly slow. She just wanted to get out of that damn hospital bed and go anywhere else. That whole week she couldn't stop about what Will said to her. 'You'll catch it before you know it.' It scared a bit and every time he walked into the room to check up on her, she'd get nervous because he somehow did something every time to make her stay sane while in that hospital bed.
Finally, the day came. The day which the doctor promised he'd let her know if she could go home.
Will was in Frankie's room, doing some work on his laptop while she sat in her bed bored out of her mind.
She saw the doctor appear in the hallway. "Can I get out of here yet?!" She asked before the doctor could even make it through the doorway.
He laughed at her and said, "Calm down! Let me tell you what your status is before I tell you that."
She huffed and crossed her arms.
"So, looks like your concussion is actually healing a lot faster than we anticipated so that's good. Your ribs have healed, but you just need to make sure that you don't do anything too strenuous because you'll still be very sore and we don't want to also risk you hurting yourself anymore. Your baby's also doing well and your about eight weeks into your pregnancy."
"So does that mean she can she leave?" Will asked.
"Seems like she's ready for it." The doctor replied with a smile.
"Yes!" Frankie exclaimed.
"When you go home, I'm advising you to restrain from using technology frequently to help your concussion heal faster and to rest as much as possible."
"Okay, sounds good."
"I'll go get the nurse to prep you for your discharge."
"Thank you," Will said to him as he left the room.
"Thank god I can't look at any screens. I'm going to go insane if you show me another one of your stupid romcoms," Frankie said to Will.
He smirked. "Finally, I can go home and shave," he said.
She tilted her head at him. "Your stubble's not that bad," she quietly said.
Will smiled at her. She still likes my stubble.
"What are you doing?"
"Hm?"
"Stop doing that."
"Doing what?"
"Smiling."
"I can't smile?"
"No."
He scoffed and laughed. "Okay."
"Yo!" A familiar voice said in the hallway.
Frankie and Will turned their heads towards the door.
"How's it going, everyone?" Standish confidently walked into the hospital room and smiled.
"Hey Standish," Will said to him.
Frankie quietly gasped.
"Hello, sir."
"Hello Agent Trowbridge, take a seat," the CIA director said.
"What's this meeting about?"
"Well, recently we've encountered a great threat."
"What is it, sir?"
"This is Edgar Standish," he said as he put a picture of him on his computer screen. "He's an NSA analyst who recently hacked the state department mainframes and stole classified intel."
"What kind of intel?"
"All the names of our operatives, their covers, and locations. He downloaded all of the data onto a microchip."
"You're kidding."
"I wish I was. He fled after he stole all of the information, but Russians got him at the Hague airport. I need you to go get Standish so he can be sent to a CIA off sight outside of Nuremberg for enhanced interrogation."
"Yes, sir," she replied.
"Before you leave, though, you have to know that the FBI is also sending an agent of their own to retrieve Standish. Meet Will Chase." A picture of him popped up on the computer screen.
She rolled her eyes. "The FBI, seriously?"
He smirked at her comment. "You'll need to distract him and prevent him from getting Standish before we do. You'll also need someone else to help you at the bar. Choose any one you'd like. I trust that you'll choose an agent almost as good as you," he said with a wink.
"Got it, sir."
"You leave for Moscow in two hours I'll send you their files so you can look over them on the plane."
"Thank you."
He nodded and she left his office.
She walked into the elevator and opened her phone then dialed a number. "Jai?"
"Hi, Frankie."
"I need your help with a mission."
"When do we leave?"
"You don't even know the mission yet," she said while chuckling.
"Whatever, I don't care if you need my help I'm going to help you, you know that."
"I knew you were the right person to call."
"You were going to call someone else? How rude."
"Of course not. You're the only person I trust."
"I'm flattered."
She laughed. "Meet me downstairs on the first floor."
"Okay."
She hung up her phone then saw the files were sent to her. She opened Will's and looked over it. Hm, Art History; interesting thing to be studying in college, she thought to herself. She looked at his picture and raised an eyebrow. Why's he smiling in this photo?
The elevator reached the first floor and Frankie got off. She saw Jai and gave him a hug. "Hi, Jai."
"Francesca," he acknowledged her.
"So, what do you need for me?"
"I was just assigned this mission to get this guy named Edgar Standish."
"What's my role?"
"The FBI sent an agent of their own and I need someone with me at the bar near where Standish is being kept to help me take down the FBI agent before he gets to Standish."
"Does this mean I need to make something that explodes?!" He asked, excitedly.
"I guess," she replied while laughing.
"Alright, it'll be ready by the time we have to go. I'll go make it now."
"Okay. We leave in two hours."
"That's plenty of time. I'll see you when we need to leave. We'll go over our plan on the plane."
"Okay, sounds good. See you later." She looked at Will's file again. "This is interesting," she said to herself. She saw on the file he'd recently broken up with his fiancé. There was a video file attached. She clicked on it and it showed a young blonde girl almost half his age giving him back a ring in a restaurant and leaving him there all confused and heartbroken. "Oh my god, this is amazing," she said as she laughed while pressing play again.
"The agent's just entered the place now, Frankie," Jai said through coms.
"Copy that," she replied.
"Evening, sir. What is your pleasure?" He asked as he approached the bar.
"Uh, bourbon. SIngle barrel please," Will replied.
"Just for you, I'll make sure it's old enough to vote."
"Appreciate it."
"Approaching target now," Frankie said. She walked over to the bar and eyed the seat next to him.
He looked over her way and stopped when he saw her.
She made eye contact with him and smiled.
He smiled back at her and nodded as she sat down next to him.
"Here you go; Kentucky's finest. Yes?" Jai said as he handed him his drink.
"Thank you," Will replied.
"That sounds lovely, I think I'll have the same."
Jai smiled and nodded.
"Hello," she said to him.
"Hi," he replied as he raised his glass.
"I'm Dr. Valerie Tine. I'm here for a conference; art history."
"Nice to meet you, Dr. Tine."
"Likewise," she added with a smile.
"Rick Retoosha. Rainbird Sprinkler Systems. Yea, I'm here bidding on the new sprinkler array at the Karamozoff chrome factory."
"Ah, how interesting," she said. Geez what a dork, how does he know this much info on sprinklers?
"Well, look. You're still here and you're still whole. Just remember: you have your feelings, your feelings don't have you. Trust me, I know."
Behind him, Frankie spotted the Russians dragging Standish out of the building across the street. It's time to finish this mission, she said in her head. "Oh, I know you know."
He frowned in confusion at what she meant.
She then activated the gadget Jai made and threw it at the window. As he turned his head, she cuffed his wrist to the metal bar underneath the bar and stormed off with her gun once the window was shattered.
"I'm a federal agent, pull over!" Will yelled to her as they drove side by side.
"No!" She answered while smiling. She sped off as police cars arrived at the scene and got involved in the chase and lost all of them. She drove down a street but was stopped when she saw Will's car blocking her.
"Will Chase, FBI," he said to her after shooting up into the air.
"This guy's relentless," she said to herself.
"Toss the keys and exit the vehicle," he ordered.
She didn't obey.
He shot at the windshield. "Mam," he warned her.
"Fine," she huffed. She stepped on the gas and hit him with the side of the car, knocking him down to the ground.
"Who the hell are you?" Will asked.
"Frankie Trowbridge, CIA."
"Of course! This is so CIA," he scoffed.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.
"Edgar Standish is an American citizen, which gives the FBI jurisdiction."
She rolled her eyes.
"But does that matter to you guys? No! Cause the CIA's just a bunch of trigger happy cowboys who run around like Rambo without a jockstrap. Or the...female equivalent of a...jockstrap."
"Sports bra," Standish commented.
"Yeah, thanks."
"Uh-huh," Standish replied.
"Oh yeah? Well the FBI's just a bunch of button-down Boy Scouts who don't have a clue what's going on. You guys were totally in the dark about this traitor." Frankie retorted.
"'Traitor?'" Standish questioned while offended. "Okay, yeah, no, that's hurtful, and, frankly, I must say, inaccurate."
She rolled her eyes again.
"First, you snatch me up, and now you're just calling me names. Okay, yeah, no, that's piling on. It's- FBI, you want to jump in here, or-" he rambled.
"Do you ever stop talking?" Will asked, annoyed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, and I irritating you? Is that what's happening? I will not go quietly because silence is complicity."
"Great, then tell us why you hacked the State Department."
He went quiet. "Imma pass."
"Which is why this is happening," Frankie added, before elbowing him in his chest, sending him backward into the backseat.
"Wow, FBI, you just gonna let her do that?"
"What do you want me to do, kick her? Will asked.
"Chatterbox here accessed all the names of all our operatives, their covers, and their locations, then downloaded the data onto a microchip," Frankie told Will.
"Okay, it wasn't a microchip. It was a tarball, which is like a really small microchip-" Standish started to tell her.
"Where is the tarball?!" She asked, frustrated.
"Y'know what? I'm done talking now. Imma sit back," he replied instead.
"I bet you've got a lot of friends," Will commented.
"Yeah, I was prom queen." She looked over to him then back on the road before smirking.
Standish scoffed. "A lot of sexual tension in the car."
"So, you're sensitive. A lot of women find that irresistible. Not me. Or Gigi apparently," she told Will as she got up.
"That's a little mean. Even for you," he commented.
She turned and looked down at him with a smile.
"It's been a pleasure," Frankie said.
"Wish I could say the same," he told her.
"What my file doesn't tell you, is that I believe in love. So for me, emotion does enter into it. And I think- I know, that I'm a better person and an agent because of it."
They turned their heads to see cheers coming from a wedding happening next to them.
"They just look so happy, don't they?" He said.
"You want to stick around? Maybe catch the bouquet?" She teased.
"Just go, I'm fine," Frankie assured Will as she was wounded on the ground from being shot moments before.
"Yeah, you look fine," he replied.
"Wait, wait, wait wait, wait, wait! You're not going to cut into me with that thing!" Frankie told Will nervously.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Stop. Look at me. Look at me."
She whimpered as she looked up at Will.
"Okay. Okay?" He said once he had her attention. "Look in my eyes. Look this ends one of two ways. Either you stop me and this infection kills you, or you let me get in there-"
"I could totally bleed to death," she quickly added while still scared.
"No, stop, stop. Hey, hey. I'm not gonna let that happen okay? Hey, Frankie, you've got to start trusting people," he said to her.
"You think now's a good time for me to start working on that?" She asked teasingly.
"Fair enough," he said with a small laugh. "How about you, uh- How about you just trust me? I'd hate to lose you when things are starting to get interesting."
She sighed. "You better give me a cute scar," she told him.
"Don't worry. It'll be a conversation starter," he said.
She laughed and sighed as he counted down and prepped her for removing a piece of her shirt from the wound.
"Come on now? How about some mutual respect? As of today we are all officially working together."
"As a team," Frankie added.
"Led by me," they said at the same time before turning their heads to look at each other.
"Oh my god," Frankie said after the events of Moscow flashed through her brain.
"What?" Will asked her.
"I...I remember..."
"You remember!? Oh my god!" Will exclaimed as he leaned towards Frankie to kiss her.
"Ah. Wait, nope, don't start kissing me."
"What?" Will asked, confused.
"I still don't remember ever mixing personal with professional," she told him.
Hurt showed on Will's face. "Oh," he said in response.
"I just remember the team being formed," she added.
"You remembered that all because of me!?" Standish asked. "Wow, I'm amazing!" Standish said, complimenting himself.
Will gave him a look.
"Sorry, Will," Standish said.
Will sighed and shook his head. When is this going to be over?