Warnings: smut
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The metal grate fell from the ceiling, Addison slipping through the small space and landing silently on her feet.
"Butterfly?" Court murmured, tired eyes adjusting to the slight light coming in from the hall. "You're not supposed to be here," groggily Court rose to his feet, hands curving around Addison's hips, pulling her flush against his chest, "can't say I'm mad at the surprise."
"I can't stay long," she whispered, melting into his touch when his lips pressed against her neck, allowing him to pull her towards the bed, "I need the device I hid in here, my contact needs it," a breathy moan left her lips when Court squeezed the flesh of her ass gently, hands slipping under the tight jeans she always wanted to wear. "Always so busy butterfly," Courts deft fingers popped the button on her pants, warm hand slipping below the waistband, "I've missed you and it feels like you missed me too."
"I always miss you."
The cell was small, a cot sat pressed up against the wall, a sink in the corner with a sorry excuse for a toilet beside it. Addison had been sneaking into the space from the time she turned sixteen, it was too hard to stay away from him. Courts mouth was on Addison's again, devouring her whimpers as his fingers danced along her core, bringing her to the cusp of an orgasm and holding her there, "who's your contact? How much danger are you putting yourself in?" Court nipped at Addison's lips as he spoke, her fingers digging into the dark blue top he was forced to wear.
"Lancaster," Addison breathed out, squealing against his mouth when he pressed against the spot deep within her, stars exploding behind her eyelids, "I don't know where it goes after that, I'm just told to bring it to him, and no more danger than what I'm normally in."
"Good girl," Court whispered in her ear, nipping the ear lobe before allowing her to fall over the edge, her teeth clamping into his shoulder. "Pull the pipe free from the wall," Court explained, buttoning her pants before helping her stand, hands on her hips to still her shaking legs, "I'll lift you back up into the vents, go."
Addison wasted no more time, quickly yanking the pipe free from the wall and pulling the device free from the space, engraving flashing in dim light.
"There," Lloyd spoke through gritted teeth, his jaw aching as he ran his palm over the bone, "zoom in on that device, there's a name." Lloyd flickered his eyes over to Forrest who started to zoom in on the video feed, awkward silence over coming the room.
"I had no idea she was sneaking into his cell," Donald ran his hand down his face, "I swear to God I didn't kn-"
"Shut up, the reason you didn't know was because she wasn't working for you," Nicole muttered, looking over at Lloyd and Donald before returning to her screen, "he's still in a jail cell, you picked six members to initially start the Sierra program, so realistically she wasn't on your radar at all, she was working freelance before the CIA, different governments used her to gather intel. She was good at her job because she was trustworthy, she never asked questions, never caused problems, and always found a way out of sticky situations. But the only reason she was on your radar was because you knew if Court got out of hand, her shared history with him would wrangle him in right?"
Donald nodded a slow nod, looking over at Lloyd who was zeroed in on the screen, "there, stop zooming," Lloyd stood abruptly, hands on his hips as his eyes scanned the lettering on the device in Addison's hands. "Tobias Hoffman," Lloyd stated calmly, turning on his heel when Donald rose an eyebrow at him, "Ex BND tech agent turned black market dealer of the worlds leading technology, the guy makes millions a minute."

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