THE DEAL

10 Unofficial Date

Lisa had just showered and changed out her Miss Black disguise for her actual clothes when Bambam slipped through her door. She threw him a look through the mirror. 

"I don't recall giving you a key to this place."

"Don't need one, you know that." He winked and plopped down on his favourite place, Lisa's couch.

"You could at least first knock. I could be in here with a girl!" The conwoman huffed at her friend.

Bambam snorted loudly. "Sorry Lis, but I thought your damsel was confined to the FBI headquarters at the moment, playing dead."

Lisa turned around harshly and threw a pillow at his head without humouring him with a verbal response. 

"For real though. She still in there?" Bambams voice had gotten softer, loosing the teasing end of it. 

"Yeah..." The Thai girl walked into the kitchen part of her apartment and fished out a bottle of Merlot and two glasses.

"She sleeping in there too?" Bambam asked, turning his body around to watch what Lisa was doing.

"Yep. In the conference room. Her bed is tucked in the corner and she had Haein drag in half her wardrobe."

"Wow... that can't be fun...."

"Yeah not really." Lisa opened the bottle for them both and pour them their drinks. Because why else would Bambam be here if not for her wine selection?

"The other suit can't force her into a safehouse?" He meant Jisoo. He had gotten into the habit of calling the FBI agents not by their names but 'suits'. Jennie was 'the suit', Jisoo was 'the other suit' and Rosie was 'lady suit' even though she wasn't an agent herself but married to one.

He knew all about them but still hadn't met either of them in person. He preferred it that way. Little did he know that Lisa promised Jennie to introduce them soon.

"Even Gong Yoo agreed to let her stay." Lisa explained. 

"Can't crack a window and no room service? I'd give her three days tops." Bam snickered and took an appreciative sip of his wine. 

"She's under protection, she can't just leave the building..."

The words room service had sparked an idea within the con-woman. An idea that she wasn't quite sure what was the nature of and she definitely didn't want to share with Bambam for exactly the same reason. But Lisa was determined. 

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"Lisa I can't leave the building!" Jennie protested when Lisa led her out of the offices. Lisa had told her she had a surprise and that Jennie was suppossed to trust her when she had given her CI a suspicious look.

"We're not leaving the building." She gently pushed Jennie towards the stairs up to the roof.

"The roof? I don't think I've ever gone up there in all the years I've worked here..." Jennie mumbled while climbing the stairs with Lisa closely behind her. 

"It's still the FBI. We're not leaving the building. You know, that's just the thing about rules. You gotta know how to bend them." Lisa snickered when they were almost up. 

"Must I remind you that 'bending the rules' is what got you in trouble in the first place?" Jennie replied in a rather sassy voice.

Lisa just snorted out a quiet laugh. For the last two steps she placed a gentle hand on Jennie's lower back, guiding her without really thinking about what she was doing. 

Jennie felt the hand and that feeling was back. A feeling that was familiar but that she would have never in a million years associated with Lisa Manoban of all people. It did scare her a little but maybe it didn't actually mean anything.