Mission: Impossible 6: Deep Tides

Chapter 3

Part 1

Rebecca rolled over, enveloped in the delicious sensation of having slept in someone's arms. Ethan was still asleep, the morning light and lack of stress softening his features, reinvigorating his beauty. Then she noticed the time, and fell out of bed, sharply. Everything snapped back into its regular angles and lines, the sensuous curves of love having been wiped away by the fact they actually needed to be at the airport in 45 minutes and Erin would be here... Very soon.

"Ethan!" She whispered loudly, shaking him by the arm. "Ethan!" He rolled onto his back and continued sleeping. Regular secret Agent Rebecca Eleanor Flash stood above him half naked, completely devoid of ideas and wondered what to do.

Two minutes later a very soggy Ethan was sat in the kitchen with a scowl on his face. He brightened slightly when she brought him some breakfast - nothing special, just Cheerios, but he needed something and it had been kind of her to bring him it, even after the 'bowl of iced water' incident. She sat down on him so her breasts brushed his chest, and kissed him, softly. He sighed, and stroked his hands up and down her waist. "I love you," he said, kissing her again.

Then the doorbell rang. She jumped off him, clattering her knee on the table. "Shit," she hissed under her breath, grabbing her bra quickly as she ran into the bedroom, fastening it and sliding it onto herself, stroking her hands up the places where Ethan had kissed her last night. She threw a t-shirt on and raced back into the hallway to find Erin Grant hugging a shirtless Ethan. "Erin!" she screamed, and ran at them, grabbing Erin and hugging her tightly. "It's so great to see you!" She'd missed Erin so much; the two women had created a strong bond during training and loved each other dearly, one of the reasons Brandt had put them together.

Soon the jubilant hugging ceased and Rebecca stepped back so Ethan could place his arm around her waist. "We need to be going soon, Erin," Ethan said, fatherly, winking at Rebecca. "Thought I'd get some practise in." They quickly packed, as they would have clothes already picked for them out there, then bundled everything, including themselves, into the car.

Ethan tried to pull off at high speed, but had problems when he realised the Fiesta wasn't quite up to the job of what his usual BMWs were. "For God's sake," he said. "We're dropping in at HQ and getting another car." Erin looked at her watch nervously. Rebecca smoothed her skirt. "It's okay, Erin, we should have time." Ethan swung into the parking lot and opened the car door then slammed it shut, leaving the two women inside. Inside the building Brandt was waiting for him, holding a set of keys. "We guessed," he said, smirking slightly.

Part 2

Ethan walked into the "Carchives" as they were colloquially called among IMF agents, surveying the cars. When he was in the middle of the whole place, he clicked the car key. Nothing in front of him. He turned by 180 degrees and saw a bright yellow BMW 4 Series Convertible. "Inconspicuous," he muttered, sarcastically. But he got in anyway. The car scanned his eyes. "Agent Confirmed," it said, his name, Ethan M. Hunt, flashing up on its windscreen. He put the roof down. Voice command. Not bad.

Erin Grant sat in the Fiesta, questioning Rebecca on her relationship with Ethan. "So, what are you two to each other?" She said, curious. "We're trying being in a proper relationship," Rebecca said, guarded about how much of her personal life to let slip. She was still conscious of the need to hold Ethan away from the charms of Jessica Riley. The more Rebecca studied photographs of her, the more she realised how beautiful the rogue agent was. She wasn't surprised Ethan had liked the girl...

"Rebecca!" Erin said, jolting her friend out of the dream she seemed to be in. She was interested in how Rebecca and Ethan were getting on. Not for her own ends, more because she was supposed to report to Brandt on whether she thought Rebecca could keep Ethan away from Jessica Riley...