Title: Covert Affairs 1/?

Author: GreysAddictJ

Pairing: Callie/Arizona

Rating: NC-17/M (For later chapters)

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. No infringement intended. Also, I don't use a beta, so all mistakes are mine.

Summary: A/U – Callie Torres is a badass. A professional badass. As a spy working for the United States government, it is her job to protect the American people from threats that they don't even know exist. She's awesome at her job. Focused and in control. Except when it comes to the mysterious blonde she needs to help her with her most dangerous mission yet. This is a reader-driven fic. How the next chapter begins will be decided by reader vote.

A/N: I have no knowledge of the inner workings of the spy world. I'm sure things will be a bit far-fetched at times or not true to life. Consider it creative license. Also, rather than get bogged down with research and getting my facts straight, I have created a fictional country, Antarra, and a fictional enemy.

A/N2: As I have mentioned, this is a reader-driven story. At the end of each chapter, please see the additional author's note. In it, I will give you, the reader, choices as to something that will happen in the next chapter. After leaving the vote open for a day or two, I will write the next chapter based on whatever won the vote (combining votes from all 3 sites I post on). To vote, please leave your choice in a comment/review. Have fun!

Callie Torres let out an impatient sigh. She was not used to waiting. Not used to sitting and biding her time. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She was far too used to waiting. Sometimes her job demanded waiting, and lots of it. But it didn't mean she had to like it. Patience was not a virtue she had. Not by a long shot. She craved action. It was one of the reasons she'd been drawn to her profession. Why she'd become a spy. The thrill, the adventure, the adrenaline. And her job was why she was supposedly in Antarra, which was, as far as she could tell, the hottest, dustiest, most boring place on Earth.

As she sat at the bar at the only luxury hotel in this god-forsaken country, Callie couldn't help but curse her bosses. They'd sent her to this hell hole . . . okay, maybe that was a stretch. She was in a luxurious, marble and gold accented air conditioned piece of heaven. Complete with a casino, a nightclub, and several restaurants. However, outside those front doors, well, it wasn't pretty. And she had nothing to do but wait for further instructions. Wait. With nothing to do but kill time. While this hotel offered lots to do, Callie was fed up. She could only drink so many cocktails. Lounge by the pool so long. Only play so many hands of blackjack. She was done relaxing in this desolate, boring place. Still, she'd forgive Antarra for being a poor excuse of a country, so long as she got some real action. And soon.

Callie smirked as a woman walked by. A very gorgeous, very blonde woman with legs for days, outfitted in the shortest of shorts. Speaking of action . . . Callie thought to herself.

The woman smiled briefly at the hotel clerk, her smile illuminating the most adorable dimples on her cheeks. Her smile lit up the room. Callie felt a flush creep across the entirety of her body. Had the air conditioning in this place just failed? But Callie quickly realized that the sudden heat had come from an entirely internal source. The woman gave a whole new meaning to the word hottie. Callie unconsciously fanned herself with a nearby cocktail menu.

As quickly as she'd appeared, the bombshell was gone, disappearing into the nearby elevator. Callie attempted to shrug off the rush of attraction. This was no time for a fling. And trying to pick up anyone, let alone a woman, in a place like this would be unadvisable. Possibly even downright dangerous. Unable to shake the woman and those legs from her mind, Callie downed the last of her drink and headed back to her room. She needed a distraction. And sitting idly with no company but her own thoughts was not a way to do it. Maybe there was something on TV. She wasn't much for TV, but she'd take any distraction she could get at the moment.

Callie sighed as she paced back and forth across her hotel suite. Yes, it was nice. All soft pillows and marble and glitz. There was even a Jacuzzi. But no amount of pampering and amenities could fix her problem. She was bored. Usually, she knew her assignment going in. There was no waiting for briefings. None of this, sit and bide your time crap. She felt like a caged rat. Yes, a very well fed, well taken care of rat, but caged nonetheless. There were only so many re-runs of Law and Order that one could take. She had been holed up at this stupid hotel for damn near a week and she was dying. Frustrated and needing a change of scenery, Callie slipped on a skimpy red bikini and headed to the roof deck pool. If nothing else, maybe she could work off some excess energy swimming some laps. And work on her tan. Or something.

As Callie dove into the crystal clear water, her body cutting a smooth path like a knife, she couldn't help but feel some relief. The cool water spreading over her skin, her body gliding as her strokes sliced through the water helped wash away some of the tension. Ever since she'd been a little girl, growing up in Miami, she'd loved swimming. The feel of her body surrounded by water, the gentle tension of the liquid against her body as she swam. She often swam to clear her head, a habit she'd picked up years ago and had yet to give up. As Callie swam lap after lap, she could feel the anger, the tension, the impatience melting away.

After swimming for about half an hour, Callie decided to wrap things up. A few more laps and she'd be spent. As she turned her head to the side to take a breath, an unexpected flash of color came into view out of the corner of her eye. Obviously she had company. She hadn't seen exactly who – her vision blurred by the combination of water and her movement across the pool. Even so, Callie somehow sensed, somehow knew who she'd see once she'd finished her lap. The blonde. The very gorgeous, very sexy, very hot blonde. Callie couldn't help but hope that the blonde had the good taste to show off that body in a rather revealing bathing suit.

As Callie stopped at the wall, finishing her final lap, she smiled to herself. She wasn't disappointed. It was indeed Blondie. And she was wearing a barely there light blue string bikini. Callie looked at her with approval, for probably just a bit longer than was appropriate. But she didn't care. That body and that bikini made her feel reckless. The blonde smiled awkwardly at Callie as she slowly waded into the cool water.

Deciding that she needed to tone things down, Callie exited the pool and dried off. She laid back on the nearest lounge chair with a book, intent on at least pretending to catch some sun. She slipped on her sunglasses, partially to shield her eyes from the bright sun, but more importantly, to shield them from the giant blonde distraction in the pool. What the object of her attraction didn't know wouldn't hurt her, Callie mused. She attempted to read, but her eyes kept drifting over the top of the book towards the pool. The woman wasn't really swimming – obviously just there to cool off for a bit. Which was fine with Callie. The less time that body spent underwater, the better. And if Callie wasn't mistaken, the blonde was surreptitiously eyeing her up as well. Of course, Callie surmised, it had been a while since she'd gotten any action. Of any sort, sexual or otherwise. So her under-sexed, overly bored mind could just be playing tricks on her.

Callie's mouth suddenly ran dry. The blonde was apparently done swimming. As she pulled herself out of the pool, her perfect breasts heaved. Every inch of her perfect skin glistened with moisture. Rivulets of water slowly ran from her soaked hair down between those perfect, perfect breasts. Catching herself gawking, Callie slowly closed her wide open mouth, forced herself to breathe, and tried to train her eyes back on her book. Judging by the knowing, sly smile on the blonde's face, dimples and all, Callie had been caught. However embarrassed she might be, Callie wasn't really sorry. After watching the show as the blonde toweled off, including a rather perfect view of her ass as she bent over to dry her legs, Callie rose to leave. Suddenly, the cooling waters of the pool had no effect on her. She needed an ice cold shower. And fast.

No matter how hard she tried, no matter what she did, Callie could not get the woman out of her head. She'd tried everything. A cold shower (or three). TV. A movie. Reading. Even a little self-help . . . Nothing cooled her down. Suddenly, Callie's encrypted cell phone rang. It could only mean one thing. Her assignment. She'd never been so thankful for a phone call in her entire life.

"Hello?" She said?

"Is this Jean Val Jean?" The man on the line said.

"It is. What do you have for me?" Callie asked, completing her half of the secret code exchange, designed to ensure they were not talking to imposters.

"A loaf of bread." The man responded.

"Great. Hey Richard. What have you got for me?" Callie asked her boss.

"Eager, Torres. Very eager. I like that in an agent." Webber responded, a slight hint of humor in his tone.

"Yeah, well, you know. I've been sitting here. For a week. Just itching to go after some bad guys."

Webber chuckled. "Fair enough. Let me give you the overview. The details have been emailed to you at your encrypted account. Locations, names, dates, photos, and the like. The usual. And I don't have to remind you to be careful not to let any of that information end up in the wrong hands. This mission is too important to fail."

Callie nodded. "Understood."

Webber continued. "Late last month, we sent an elite squad of Navy Seals into Antarra. Their mission was to get inside a compound located about 50 miles from where you're currently located. We suspect this compound, which is disguised as an exclusive recreational club for Antarra's elite, is actually the headquarters of a terrorist group, Morvada. Morvada means 'freedom' in Antarran. Members of this organization are known to desire a new world order, in which their own personal belief system will be imposed on everyone. And they're known to be willing to use any means necessary to gain control."

"So what happened to the Seal team?" Callie asked.

"Their mission was an almost complete failure. Three of the men died. Two made it out alive. Barely. And one, a Lieutenant Jackson Avery, was captured. Of course, Morvada and the Antarran government are in no hurry to announce that such a raid even occurred. And we're in a tight spot as well. If the United States government were to disclose what had happened we could blow the entire operation. We need you, Torres to try and infiltrate the compound. Rescue Avery. And see what exactly is going on inside that compound. And you need to use any means necessary to do so. This may be a matter of not just United States national security, but of global security. We're counting on you, Torres, and we'll give you whatever support you need."

"Understood, sir. I will get to work right away." Callie responded.

"And Torres?" Webber said.

"Yes?"

"Don't fuck this up." He replied.

"I won't, sir." Callie said before hanging up.

She smiled to herself. She was jazzed. This was what she lived for. Living life dangerously. Saving lives. Saving the world. And she was damn good at it. She was a rock star.

Deciding to have one last celebratory drink before getting down to business, Callie headed down to the bar. Perching herself on the stool at the end of the bar, she smiled to Gina the bartender, whom she'd befriended over the past week. She ordered her usual cocktail, a vodka tonic, and surveyed the place. Her heart stopped in her chest as her eyes landed on a very familiar, very welcome sight. The hot blonde that had haunted her dreams, as well as her daydreams, sat across the room. The woman was wearing a very low-cut top and was nursing her drink. Noticing Callie, the blonde offered her a shy smile, her blue eyes piercing. The woman refused to break the eye contact, which made Callie very uncomfortable in the best sort of way. She was relieved when Gina arrived with her drink, glad to have any excuse to look away for a moment, to regain her composure.

Unable to keep her eyes off the blonde for long, Callie slowly returned her gaze across the bar. She absent-mindedly began to chew on the plastic swizzle stick in her drink, as she made eyes at the mystery woman. Callie couldn't help but think that a woman like that stuck out in a place like this. Not exactly the type that would go unnoticed. And she, Callie, certainly had noticed. The last remaining bits of air were sucked from Callie's lungs as the blonde teasingly licked her lips, a small, perfect tongue sweeping across that luscious mouth.

Callie was brought out of her reverie by the voice of Gina. "Why don't you two just get it on already." Gina, whispered, a smirk on her face.

"What? I have no idea what you're talking about." Callie said, playing dumb.

"You and Blondie over there. You've been doing nothing but making sex eyes at each other since you got here. And I saw the way you checked her out the other day. So, stop staring like some sex-starved vulture and go talk to her."

"I don't know . . ." Callie began. "I'm not even sure she's into me. Or women for that matter."

Gina looked at Callie with sympathetic eyes. "Hun. Trust me. I'm a bartender. It's my job to know these things. Blondie over there. She wants in your pants. So go make it happen. Or if not, please, for the love of God, stop ogling her. It's painful to watch."

Callie chewed her bottom lip nervously as she pondered what Gina had just said. Maybe she did have a point. The woman had been sending Callie some pretty strong signals. Or so she thought. And she could use one last good fling before she began her mission tomorrow. But then again, maybe the signs weren't that strong. Maybe she was just desperate. And the blonde would be horrified to be propositioned by her. Callie wavered. What to do . . .

A/N: So here it is folks, your first decision. What will Callie do? Here are your options. Vote with a comment/review

Go back to her room and forget all about the sexy blonde. At least for now. After all, she's got a job to do.

Go talk to the sexy blonde. After all, that eye sex has to mean something, right?

Sit at the bar and play hard to get. Wait and see if the blonde makes move. If Blondie wants a rock star like Callie, she's gonna have to work for it.