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Title: Assassin
Rating: Chapter 6: R
Author: kieksterbanjo
Warnings: Violence and shooting and all that stuff
Summary: He's one of their best trainees...but is he ready for the real thing and everything that comes with it?---- Totally AU and there is a good chance the rating will fluctuate.
Disclaimer: Would I like to own them? YES. But do I? Alas No. I would also like to make money from this and marry Benji Schwimmer from So You Think You Can Dance but one must live in the real world. *sigh*

Chapter 6

--Mission Day 1--

Greg had thought this would have gone differently. As they exited their plane and entered the terminal in Mexico he would have thought himself the suave, debonair, know exactly what to do type of person and not the prepubescent scared out of his mind child flying by himself for the first time type of person. The sheer amount of people speaking rapidly in Spanish and not seeming to care they were crowding hallways and taking up far to much space then was strictly necessary was incredibly alarming and Greg froze; at a total lose. He figured, or rather hoped, that the ability to be calm in such situations would eventually come with practice. Either that, or Nick was just REALLY REALLY good.

Nick was making his way through the terminal like he owned the place, with the air that he had done this many times in the past. He didn’t even seemed phased by the stream of people moving in the opposite direction or the random Mexican’s screaming at them that they were in the way—and Greg knew enough Spanish from high school to know that what the people were saying wasn’t something you would put on Saturday morning cartoons. Nick did however seem to realize that Greg wasn’t in his element and took a firm grip of Greg’s elbow to steer him through the crowd towards their luggage.

Did he wish that the first moments of his first actual mission had gone better? Did he wish he had been able to be like Nick and stride through the place like it was an open desert? Did he wish he didn’t look like a scared child? Sure. He wished a lot of things. But Nick didn’t make comment as they finally—FINALLY—slid into a cab and Nick made a quick comment about their hotel in Spanish to the cab driver, and Greg was grateful.

“You’ll find that almost no one here speaks English.” Nick said softly as he leaned back against the seat, “Most of them can understand it, but they can’t speak it. So I find it just easier to keep everything Spanish. Saves everyone the confusion, because if they hear you speak English they’ll try to speak it back to you and like I said…most of them can’t.” He finished

Greg nodded and tried to calm his fried nerves. Less then a half an hour into his mission and he was shaking like a leaf, “You’ll find the moments you don’t have planned to a tee the hardest to deal with.” Nick whispered almost like he could read Greg’s mind, “It’s the same for everyone. You’ll get better. You learn to plan moments like the terminal just like you would everything else on this trip.”

Greg couldn’t believe that less then 3 hours earlier he hadn’t even wanted Nick on the mission at all but he had helped Greg more in the first 40 minutes then Greg had thought possible. He was more then a little grateful to have him there; even more grateful when he felt Nick’s hand slide into his own between their bodies. He smiled to himself and out of the corner of his eye he could see Nick smirk as well. Greg sighed, he didn’t just have a trainer on this mission he had someone he loved to take care of him and that made him feel safer then he even knew he could.

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As Greg made his way into his room at the hotel he couldn’t help but think he would have liked to have known some of the more administrative details of the mission; such as what to do in the airport or maybe if someone would have told him that he and Nick couldn’t even stay on the same floor of the hotel and ended up getting two rooms three floors apart. He figured that was part of the reason Nick was there, to teach him the things that couldn’t really be taught in the training compound, but a little heads up would have been nice because he ended up looking like a total douche.

He threw his duffel bag into the corner of the room and sat on the bed with a sigh. The hotel they were staying at was nice enough. Not five star or anything but considering its only function was for sleeping and planning, Greg figured it would do. Left to his own devices, as Nick went to set up in his own room, Greg found himself still not knowing what to do. He figured once he was in an environment where he could think, the planning of the mission would come easily; just as it had during training. Not so though. He found himself waiting for Nick to return to give him instruction and he finally understood why SF missions were done solo. The addition of someone else, even in only a supportive capacity, created a crutch that agents couldn’t afford.

Even with that realization Greg remained where he was, thinking more about the choice of drape fabric then the mission that was now technically in full swing. The knock on his door snapped him from his thoughts though and he sprang for the door, overly thankful that Nick was back.

“Oh thank God.” Greg said dramatically yet extremely seriously as he opened to the door for Nick and threw his arms around him in a grateful hug.

Nick chuckled and returned the hug with confusion, “I was only gone for like ten minutes.” He laughed pulling away and looking at Greg oddly as if to access what was wrong.

“Ten minutes to long! I found myself criticizing fabric choices rather then making a game plan.”

“Well they are nasty fabrics I’ll give you that.” Nick cracked and Greg suddenly found it annoying that Nick was so flip about it. Shouldn’t he be reprimanding Greg for not starting with a plan? He decided to tell him as such.

“Shouldn’t you be getting mad that I’m not already planning? Shouldn’t you tell me to stop thinking about drapes and start thinking about Marochavic? Come on Nick what are you supposed to be teaching me?!” Greg knew he was over reacting and flipping out but who could blame him? He hadn’t done this before.

“Greg, would you calm down? I am teaching you. Come sit.” Nick said gesturing to the bed as he himself sat on the edge and patted the spot next to him. Greg quirked an unsure eyebrow before complying, “The most important thing I can teach you in the field is that if you freak yourself out, you will never succeed. Yes the mission has started and yes we will be planning, but there are also times where we relax. Where we can talk about fabrics, or puppies, or sports or how you have this dippy thing on your left earlobe that is the most adorable thing ever.” Nick said softly running his fingers over said ‘dippy thing’, making the other man sigh and lean into the touch.

“So we don’t always have to talk about the mission?” Greg asked in a long sigh as Nick continued to run his thumb over his very sensitive earlobe.

“Well most of the time we will, but if we don’t chill out every once in a while we’ll end up psyching ourselves out and screwing something up. I go to bars or movies when I’m on missions. You do whatever you need too to get the job done.” Greg nodded with his eyes closed, “What IS this dippy thing?” Nick asked curiously.

Greg shrugged, “I’ve had it since…mmmmm…since I was born. No one could figure it out. The skin is…is thinner in that one spot. The doctors noticed I was re…really sensitive on that ear, cause the nerves are SO close to the surface. They kept me in the neo intensive care for like two weeks to make sure no other part…part of my body would end up like that.”

“So this feels good then? Because of all the nerves?” Nick questioned as he continued to stroke the spot, delighting in Greg’s sighs.

“No Nick. I’ve got a stiffy because I think it’s fun when someone notices I have an ear deformity.” Greg said sarcastically.

“Seriously? You’re hard?” Nick asked incredulously.

“Definitely heading in that direction and if you keep doing that I won’t be held accountable for my actions.”

Nick chuckled, “Well that’s something I’m going to have to remember for later, but right now we’ve got work to do.” He said removing his hand and standing up with a smirk before making his way over to the table and chairs by the window and taking a seat.

Greg glared at him, “Just to point out, teasing and then leaving me cold isn’t the same as doing it with a girl. Have you never had it happen to you?”

“Of course I have. And come on you big baby. It will help you concentrate. We have to start planning because we have to start scoping and tracking Marochavic; the day’s almost over.” Nick smiled patting the chair across from his and Greg stuck his tongue out at him before picking himself up and plopping into the said seat, “All right Mr. Proficiency what’s your plan?”

Greg sighed, shifted and ran his palms along his denim clad thighs before answering, “Well I think our best bet would be the hospital. He spends most of his day there, oddly enough helping people.” Greg quirked an eyebrow, “Seems strange that a terrorist to both the Ukraine AND the US would want to help people in Mexico.”

“If you try to understand them, you’ll be trying to years. The mind of a weirdo is just that, weird.” Nick said leaning back in his chair, “So you think the hospital is our best bet? You don’t think his cottage would be better, less people around.” Nick countered.

Greg gulped down a breath of air, suddenly second guessing his approach, but then he remembered that he knew Nick would do this. It was a test. A test to make sure Greg could stick with what he thought was right. Greg squared his shoulders and shook his head, “His cottage isn’t ideal. While it has fewer spectators that doesn’t mean I’ll necessarily be easier to hide. The hospital has ducts and spider web hallways, easier to be a ghost in then a little two room cottage.”

Nick let a slow smirk cross his lips, “Very good Greg.” Greg nodded sharply but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his features, “So what do you propose we do?”

“Well I propose we get into the hospital. I was thinking earlier to go in as some kind of patient but that limits mobility, and we’d be under surveillance far too much. If we went in as workers we’d have access to more of the hospital and we’d blend in if we followed Marochavic around. As it said in the file the hospital security is incredibly lacks because it’s a more or less a strict walk in clinic really. We’d find scrubs to wear and go from there.”

“Do you know where to find scrubs? Because you can’t just go gallivanting about looking for them. You have to know where they are and how to get to them before you step foot into there.” Nick warned.

“The hospital has a supply closet on the first floor where they keep such things as extra gauze, masks and what do you know? Scrubs!” Greg said with a laugh, “They had a blue print in the file. Didn’t you see it?”

Nick just raised an eyebrow, “What happens if someone wants you to cure their illness or fix their broken bone?” Nick asked skeptically. He himself had played a doctor in order to track a mark many times before and knew it was possible, but this was about Greg being comfortable enough in his decisions.

“There are plenty of things to say or do. ‘I’m just training’ or ‘That’s not my specialty’. Or there is the ever popular ‘Oh let me go get my supplies’ and then never come back. We’re ghosts; no one will be able to track back to us.” Nick nodded slowly, “The only thing that could get tricky is doing so for two days.”

“When it comes to real life missions you really can’t plan more then one day at a time. It would be nice to make a neat four day plan and follow it through, like you did in training, but it rarely works that way. You can make a loose plan, but nothing concrete. We go scout out the hospital tomorrow and then tomorrow night we decide what we’re going to do the next day.”

“Makes sense.” Greg said nodding.

Nick sighed and nodded himself, slapping his palms to his thighs and pushing to a standing position, “Well sounds good Greg. Now you should get some sleep. You’ve got a long day ahead of you. Goodnight.” He smiled before moving to the door.

“Hey Nick.” Greg called getting up and making his way over to Nick. Nick turned with his hand on the doorknob; his eyebrows raised in question. Greg put his head to his shoulder and put his hands lightly on Nick’s hips with a smile, “Why don’t you spend the night here?” He asked.

Nick sighed, his professionalism that had surfaced in the last twenty minutes breaking as he slid his arms around Greg’s waist, “I would love nothing more but we’ve got to sleep apart. The less people know we’re here together the better for both of us and the mission. There is a reason we do these missions alone you know.” He said with a sad smile and Greg was starting to compile a list of such reasons. Nick leaned in and lightly pressed his lips to Greg’s, “And besides I’m still on the ‘this whole thing is kinda freaking me out’ thing. Don’t know if I’d be comfortable.”

“It’s okay.” Greg said trying to actually sound okay. He wasn’t, but he could see in Nick’s eyes that he was sad he wasn’t staying too, “I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.” Greg smiled kissing Nick on the cheek.

Nick smiled as well before pulling away and opening to door. He turned just as he was leaving and smiled even wider, “You’re doing great so far Greg.” And with that the door closed leaving Greg alone again.

He sighed and turned to face his room, once again at a lose. He told himself he really needed to get over needing Nick to give him instruction. But he found he needed Nick for something other then that as well. He sighed again, knowing he obviously wasn’t going to get that need filled and decided to get ready for bed. Tomorrow would test him in a way he never had been before and he needed to be ready.

TBC

A/N: Mission Day 2 to come!