likely_evil | Sam Vs. The Impatient Agent

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Sam Vs. The Impatient Agent

ooc: setting up a new verse here for some fluff!

Sam was working at his desk, trying hard to get the little wires on the watch he was working on soldered together. he had on the big soldering goggles and was biting his lip as he focused.

"You working on that for Agent 99?" Lloyd asked, pushing his wheeled chair behind him to look over Sam's shoulder.

"Yes..." Sam hissed, turning the tiny flame off before he burnt the wrong circuit and lifted the shield up from the goggles to look at his friend through them. He had been at CONTROL for about a month now, having been recruited from his day job at a Geek Squad desk in Baltimore's large Best Buy.

It was strange, but Sam had come to learn that almost all the intelligent people in this area worked "desk jobs" in "some office". If you were part of the club, people knew what you were talking about and could make jokes about the other agencies. Sam learned quickly he was part of the agency that tended to get made fun of the most - even if they did just save the President's life a few months back.

"Have you ever met her before? I mean, you're still new so..."

"99 is a girl?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Oh man, you haven't met her yet." Lloyd looked over at Bruce who was snickering a bit. "Word of advice: Don't piss her off."

"Is she that much of a bitch then?" Sam asked. Almost instantly there was a clearing of a throat and Lloyd paled and rolled his chair away, suddenly "busy" as Sam found himself staring at probably one of the hottest women he had seen in years.

"I take it you're Agent 99..." Sam said in his apologetic voice, reaching up to remove his goggles all of the way.

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"Well, if you let me explain what I put in, I'm sure you could figure out how to use them during a job for yourself."

He raised an eyebrow, then sighed and pointed at another feature. "Now you'll notice that the band isn't leather but metal. Each link center is actually a tiny explosive that you can remove by squeezing the sides for three seconds. You get two minutes from squeezing the side before it explodes. If you do it by accident, you can squeeze the front and back for five seconds and it will deactivate it. It will vibrate each time so you don't have to guess if it worked or not..."

She didn't like his tone. "What kind of boom can I expect?" She asked in a slightly bored tone.

"One link can take out a lock or a door joint. There are seven. Put them all on in the right spots and you could destroy a room."

He turned the watch over. "You want to hear about the heating coil in the base, or would you rather figure that one out yourself?"

"Are you usually this much of a smart ass?" She reached out to yank the watch from him.

He gave a small laugh, shaking his head so his bangs fell in front of his eyes a bit while giving her a playful smirk. "Only on days that end with Y. You always this impatient when someone's trying to be helpful to you?"

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She gave him a look. "When it's taking up my precious time, yes. I mean...how hard is it to put a few explosives together?"

"About just as easy as it is for an agent to blow themselves up if they don't know how to work them." His smirk grew a bit.

That caused the corners of her lips to twitch slightly in amusement, but she pushed it off. "I tend to live through blowing myself up."

"And then you would come right back at me and yell that I didn't show you that part and that it was my fault that you were blown up." Sam couldn't help the smile that came to his face. "Right?"

She smirked at that. "Sure...something like that."

"So now you won't explode, and I get to keep my job and pay my bills. The world is now a safer place."

He smiled at her, having enjoyed this little exchange, frustrating as it was. "I'm Sam, by the way."

"The world is never a safer place," she sighed. "I'm Agent 99, but you knew that."

"So if I was to ask you out for a cup of coffee and you had to give your name to the Starbucks guy, you'd tell him 99?"

She raised a brow and shrugged. "I'd probably tell him to stop trying because he doesn't have a chance."

"Even if he knew you'd have to keep coming back and he was a stubborn bastard that won't give up?"

"I'm good at ignoring annoying people. Look who my partner is after all." She leaned to his desk more to get off her feet. "But if I liked this coffee guy....I might just tell him he's welcome to call me whatever he likes," she smirked, not adding on the thought of in bed.

"Well, to do that he'd need to have her number to be able to call," Sam raised an eyebrow, his smirk taking on a sly look.

His mind wasn't that far from her ideas. Hell, if she asked he would jump.

She raised a brow back. "And if I wanted him to have it, he'd have it."

Sam just watched her a moment, trying to figure out if he should keep pressing or back off. Finally, the snickering he heard off the the side from Bruce and Lloyd made him take a deep breath and lean back.

"Fair enough. He's fairly certain that she'd have to come back another day for something else. As long as she doesn't explode, that is."

She looked between Sam and the other two boys and nodded. "I'm sure." She started fastening the watch around her wrist. "Thank you."

"No problem."

He nodded to her, the tips of his ears might be a bit pink because of the guys behind him.

She glanced around once more, before turning on her heel and heading towards her office. All the techs annoyed her, but that one....she wasn't sure.

Sam watched her go, paying particular interest to the sway of her hips before sitting back down. He leaned back in the chair and looked over at Bruce and Lloyd, who were just staring at him.

"What?"

"You have to teach us how to do that."

Sam just laughed and shook his head before going back to working on the next tech piece.

Later when 99 was trying to leave, she didn't quite get out one set of doors quick enough, and they closed on her long jacket. She groaned.

"Damnit." She tried tugging the jacket, but to no avail. And she couldn't reach the keypad either. Or her phone.

Sam had been working late and was heading out the door as well when he saw 99 in distress. Smirking to himself, he opened the door from the other side.

"Might want to get a shorter jacket," he teased gently.

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