Caitlin Brooks: Grace Cameron

Chapter Five

A year later
"Cormac O'Reilly" Franks announced as he threw a set of case files down on the metal table they were all sat around. 
"Drugs?" Clover asked as they all looked over the case file. 
"Weapons. He's former IRA turned weapons dealer"
"We should use Tony, I'll meet him and have him introduce me" Clara suggested. 
"No. This one is all Grace's" Franks told them.
"No" Clara objected. 
"Clara-"
"You said no one else. Just me" she bit. 
"You know it doesn't work like that" he frowned deeply before Clara cursed under her breath. 
"She freaked the last time and you seriously think she's ready?" The silence in the room angered her and she stormed out of the room. The three men shared a look. 
"I can do it. I'm ready"
"This isn't six months watching and six months under. This is deep undercover everyday until we get enough to arrest him" she nodded. 
"I can do it" she assured him. George looked her over before he cleared his throat. 
"Well then, let's get to work" 

A few weeks later Grace was set to meet O'Reilly at O'Sullivan's Irish bar in Boston and that's where she was, sipping on her whiskey when Tony approached the table with Cormac at his side.
They had been planning this for weeks. Everything was meticulously planned out from Grace's alias to her meet point. Everything was perfect, all she had to do was play into the lie. 
Grace lay down her whiskey on the table before she rose to her feet to greet them.
"Hey Caitlin. This is the guy I told you about" Tony told her as Cormac held his hand out for her to shake.
"Cormac O'Reilly, as I live and breathe" Caitlin smiled charmingly as she shook his hand.
"It's a pleasure. Tony didn't mention how beautiful you are" Cormac smiled at her, earning a small blush in return, they didn't take their eyes off each other.
"I just love bringing people together. You kids have fun" Tony smiled before he headed over to the bar, Cormac and Grace slipped into the empty seats at the table.
"Tony told me you were provisional IRA" Grace began as she picked up her cigarette.
"Used to be. A long time ago. Now I've found work elsewhere" he explained with a light shrug before he sipped his whiskey.
"You make it sound so squeaky clean" she laughed lightly before she took a drag of her cigarette.
"My business is"
"So it's a business now and not just a job?" She asked.
"Why are you so interested?" Cormac asked, leaning on the table towards her.
"Didn't Tony tell you?" Grace asked, waiting for a moment before she leaned on the table towards him "Seeing as this is sensitive...je veux vous aider. J'ai les moyens et le matériel qu'il vous faut" she told him.
"You're just full of surprises aren't you?" He smiled "Je ne cherche pas de partenaire" he told her.
"Je ne serais pas partenaire. Je serais un chercheur de...jouets spéciaux" she suggested.
"Vous auriez besoin de faire vos preuves et je ne serai pas facile avec vous"
"I wouldn't expect you to. L'amener sur" she told him, earning an impressed smirk in return.

Caitlin received a shipment of weapons from her dealer Charles Barkley. Cormac wanted Caitlin to show him that she could be useful to his business, a dozen of his favourite weapons should do the trick. She pulled the truck onto the dirt road that was far from anywhere, she climbed out and waited for Cormac to arrive. His two cars came to a stop four feet from where she stood at the back of the truck. He climbed out of the second car and approached her. 
"You got the shipment?" he asked. 
"Does a bear shit in the woods?" he smirked. He closed the space between them, trying to get a glimpse under her shirt. 
"You wearing a wire?" 
"I'm not stupid" 
"Paddy, check it out" he ordered, his eyes not leaving hers. Paddy climbed up into the truck and opened the crate, checking over the merchandise. 
"It's legit boss" he told them. 
"That good enough? Or" she moved her lips against his ear "Do you want to strip search me?" she met his eyes again with a wide smirk across her face. 
"Is that an offer?" he smirked down at her. 
"Are you sure you can keep up?" 
"Are you?" he smirked, his eyes raking over her body when Paddy cleared his throat. 
"Is he offering?" Grace teased, looking up at the scowling man. 
"There's a car just behind those trees. It's yours" Cormac told her, handing her the keys. 
"Is this my reward?" 
"For now" he dropped his lips to her ear "Who knows what it'll be next time" Then he was gone. He climbed into the second car and they left as Paddy drove off in the truck.
Phase one, gain his trust, complete.  

Caitlin unlocked the door to her large apartment and headed inside. She kicked off her boots by the door, undoing a couple of buttons on her shirt as she moved into the kitchen. She slipped the gun out of the back of her pants and placed it on the counter before she untucked her shirt, she opened the fridge and searched for something appealing. She grabbed a beer and her gun before she headed into the living room, flicking on the light she almost dropped her beer as she quickly pointed the gun at Cormac who was sat in the corner of the room. 
"Fuck. Do you not know how to knock?" she bit, her heart pounding in her chest. 
"Maybe I wanted to catch you in disarray?" he suggested, his eyes moving down to where her shirt was open slightly. 
"Still could've knocked. What if I had male company?" she tucked the gun in the front of her pants before she moved to sit on the couch, throwing the bottle cap on the coffee table. 
"I would've shot him and let him watch how it's really done" 
"You really do speak so highly of yourself" she sipped her beer. 
"I've had no complaints and I've heard enough scream my name" he smirked, taking the beer off her he took a sip. 
"Fucking hell you're obnoxious" she laughed. 
"Someone should fix that dirty mouth of yours" she scoffed, reaching over the couch to grab her beer off him he pinned her against the back. He poured the beer into her mouth filling it up until some dripped down her chin and down her chest. 
"Swallow" he ordered, watching as more amber liquid spilled over as she swallowed down what she could "You spilled some" he moved his mouth to her throat licking the beer away, before he moved lower. 
"Usually I never spill a drop. I guess there's a first time for everything" she felt him groan against her collarbone. 
"You're going to be the death of me" he muttered against her skin as his lips moved lower. 
"You thinking about putting my mouth to use?" his lips stuttered against her sternum. 
"A snake tattoo. It means power or sexuality" she watched his tongue lick up her tattoo from end to beginning. He opened his mouth against her skin to talk when his phone rang, making him curse against her skin. He moved back into his seat and answered his phone. 
"What Paddy?" he bit "Seriously? Fucking hell. I'll be there soon" he hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket as he stood up from the couch "I've got some business to deal with" 
"Enjoy" she got up from the couch and began undoing the rest of the buttons on her shirt "I'm going to take a shower" she slipped her shirt off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor, letting Cormac catch a glimpse of the back of her bra before she disappeared behind a closed door. 
"Fuck" Cormac groaned, adjusting the front of his pants before he left her apartment.