Agent Kara Danvers keeps to herself. She's gruff and arrogant, preferring work over friends. Together with her sister Alex, she owns half of Fortress Intelligence Agency - a private firm that handles clandestine contracts for the government. With a dark past, a chip on her shoulder, and a much bigger heart than she'd ever admit, she's an enigma to everyone she meets.
To spite her rich parents, Lena Luthor chooses to work for the government for a number of years before applying for a position at FIA. Now, she's the foremost analyst on emerging cartels in the Caribbean - and the perfect partner for Kara on her next mission to the tropical south.
The problem is that Kara doesn't want a partner - and Lena isn't exactly her biggest fan either.
With lives on the line and a web of crime that grows more and more complex every day, they need to learn how to work together - before time runs out.
Water fell in an even, rhythmic pattern, echoing across cobblestones. A shallow puddle gathered in the low corner of a damp dungeon. Chill seeped from the cracks in the walls and floor.
Chains clinked gently across stone, and an occasional draw of haggard breath pushed through the silence. A woman was on her feet, barely, knees bent and head hanging, hands manacled above her head. She was gripping and releasing the chains in time to the drips, trying to keep blood flowing through her aching arms and shoulders. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, dry tongue occasionally darting out onto dry lips. Blonde hair hung down, framing her face, sticking to her neck.
Kara Zor-El, princess of Krypton, was a prisoner – and she was scheduled to become a martyr.
“My flight gets in at 8. I'll catch a cab to your place, it's only a twenty minute ride.”
“I will come get you.”
“... what? You’re going to come to the airport?”
“Lena, you don’t need to do that. Airports are so public. I’ll come straight to your place right after.”
“Nonsense. I will be there at 8, Kara.”
Originally intended to be a sweet, fluffy, smutty one-shot I wrote to take a mental break from my other story - has been turned into a three-shot at the behest of readers.
“Well? Have you considered my request?”
She took a step forward, hands coming to rest slowly on frozen metal balcony rails.
The hero carefully floated forward. She was on the wrong side of the railing, but now within arm’s reach. The deep sea remained fixed on green shores. Touching, touching, gently, but never fulfilled.
“And I think that you are in over your head.”
A burnt scoff floated from the standing woman’s lips, bracing herself with an unmatched resolve.
“I do not believe that is your call to make.”
Another one-shot, since you all seemed to like the last one. It earns its rating.