Mission: Impossible 6: Deep Tides

Chapter 1

She leans over her work - slight, small, wiry, three words that pop into his head immediately as he studies the video tape. Dark, black-brown hair to her waist, straight as you can get. He sighs, at the only look he'll get of the woman who will be his wife for the next few months. Actually, curvy. He looks again at her back, its three second loop now entrancing him. He wants to know her face, what she's got on her t-shirt. This woman is who he is supposed to be in love with...

She pores over the image of him. Dark ish hair, a boyish grin, cheekbones to die for - three descriptions that pop straight into her head as she looks at the man in the photograph. In fact, he is gorgeous. But all she can see is a face. She wants to know a personality, a man who she knows she can trust, and the man she will have to trust as her husband in the field for the next few months at least.

Two days later:

"I hope that you're all clear on the mission briefing, Ethan. You've got a relatively new agent in this mission with you and I don't want anything bad happening. Remember what a powerful organisation Greenbelt is." Ethan sat up in his chair and nodded seriously at the suited man in front of him. "It's okay, Brandon. I understand your concerns. I'll take care of Agent Flash."

With that, he got up and strode away, muscles rippling under his tight fitting shirt. Ethan Hunt was a magnet for women, Brandon thought, a speck of jealousy in his mind. Rebecca Eleanor Flash had quite something coming for her.

Rebecca Eleanor Flash was short, only 160cm. She had shiny long black-brown hair and her face was covered in a huge number of freckles, ranging in size from pinprick to small dot, all the way up her prominent cheekbones. Her green eyes were lengthened and framed by the black eyeliner she absolutely adored wearing and her black attire enabled her to blend into the shadows with ease. She was a newish agent, having only joined the service a month ago. This was her first big mission for the IMF and her first ever time meeting the famous Ethan Hunt. Not that he was famous for good things, mainly just going rogue and bringing down terror networks all on his own. He was well known also for being rather attractive. Rebecca was just going to have to get used to being envied. She'd earned a nickname of "the Flash," since she'd worked for the IMF and the latest joke was that Ethan was getting "Flashed." She didn't enjoy being the subject of that.

Ethan Hunt had green eyes and floppy brown hair that grew into his eyes when he didn't have it cut for a while. He was absolutely ripped as he spent most of his time in the gym, or doing squats when he didn't want to be found. He knew most of the women in the agency found him incredibly attractive, something which he didn't particularly enjoy because, being an agent, he needed to be inconspicuous. He walked into the office of Agent Brandt, the manager of the business - brushing past a short young woman with brown hair who seemed in a hurry. Brandt took one look at him and ran out of the room, calling the name "Rebecca!" He returned a second later with the short lady who looked rather startled at being yelled at. Ethan gasped as he realised who the woman was – the Flash, and the woman who would be his 'wife' for his next mission! She flicked her green eyes over him thoughtfully. "Ethan" she murmured, holding her hand out to shake his. He took it and shook it gently. "Hello, it's good to finally meet you." He stared at her face, trying to remember all the details, the soft brush of freckles across flushed cheeks, the deep green eyes, her cheekbones... She was similarly staring at his chiselled jaw, his green eyes that matched hers, the rugged intensity his expression portrayed. He flushed a deep pink colour and dropped his gaze from her face. She let a small smile lift the corners of her lips and floated a small kiss down on the top of his head. "Nice to meet you, husband." Then she walked out.

Brandt had just stared throughout the whole encounter. "Most intense two minutes I've ever seen." The short, well built man sniggered at Ethan's pink cheeks, not particularly noticing the small seed of annoyance in his eyes. Ethan stood up, threatening, and Brandt stopped laughing abruptly. "Alright Ethan, it's okay! We're not going to blame you for that, the Flash is pretty attractive." Ethan glared. "Now what do I have to do, apart from put up with her?"