Coffee For Two (FioLee)

Cappucino

"She's working for Rosser." Marshall hissed into his phone.
Gumball was silent for a minute, before he replied, "Are you sure? Because I checked with the FBI, and Fionna's their agent."
"Oh, great. So what's she gonna do to me? Seduce me?"

"Marshall... if this is the same Fionna I know... she's a highly trained assassin that the CIA has collaborated with several times. If this is real... get out of there, Marshall. She will get you."
"Get me?" He laughed. "She's not the boogeyman, is she?" Inside, he was shaking and cursing and sulking that the hot girl who he really thought he had a chance with was probably going to try to kill him.

"Marshall, please. This is serious. If they've managed to corrupt her... the FBI is going to need a complete overhaul to make sure that no one is a traitor."
"She's incorruptible?"
"She was. Are you absolutely sure...?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure. Besides, everyone's got their price."

Gumball sighed on the other end. "I have to go. But... she doesn't, okay? She's supposed to be better than that. If we're still talking to the FBI, at all, I'll try to have her file sent to you."
Marshall snorted. "How's that going to help me? From what you've told me, she's an assassin who is on the opposite side so she might spike my coffee--"
"Not that you'd notice." Gumball muttered.
"--and down I go." Marshall continued, ignoring him.

Gumball sighed into the phone reciever. "I've got to go. Don't pursue any further courses of action without me telling you to so, okay? Please? 'Cause you would die, and we'd find your body in the river a week later, just like all of those police officers."

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"What information can you give me on a 'Marshall Lee Abadeer'?" Fionna asked Cake over Skype, simultaneously googling him.
"The CIA guy?" Cake blinked in surprise. "What about him?"
"He's on Penelope's side." Fionna said a little irritably. Her swords were stored away because she didn't need something, and she really wanted to get this out of her system.

Cake typed something into her keyboard. "You can take him, if it comes to it. He used to be a honeytrap."
Fionna froze. So she was right. He was just trying to manipulate her.
"Fionna... he's CIA... this probably goes a lot higher up." Cake added, pulling something up on her computer.

"Why would that matter?" Fionna asked, trying to play it off. "It's not like I like him or anything..."
Cake rolled her eyes. "Uh huh." Then her expression became more sorrowful. "Are you okay? Glob, why couldn't he just have been some rebound guy who was awful at making coffee...?"
"It's fine, it's not like he got to me." Fionna promised.

Cake nodded. "I just... well, I've got to go. Bye, Fionna. Stay safe."
Fionna nodded in return. "Bye, Cake."

Tomorrow was not going to be fun.

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Marshall eyed Fionna suspiciously as she walked in. She didn't have a purse he could go through, but her pockets... well, actually, there was no way she wouldn't notice that, and that would definitely be weird. But her pockets looked pretty empty too.

Gumball's insistence on certainty yesterday was starting to eat at him. What if it was planted by Penelope to turn them against each other?
"Sleep well, Fi?" He asked nonchalantly.
She nodded warily. "Yeah... you?"

"I slept fine." He muttered, unsure of how to properly use the small talk to his advantage. It wasn't as if he could directly transition from 'sleep well' to 'I know you're a possibly traitorous FBI agent, so... do you want to kill me, or are we cool?' Well, he could try. But that probably wouldn't end well for him.

"So... I really like you." He mentioned.
She stiffened, and he backed up a little as he noticed her free hand was urgently searching the counter, as if she was looking for a weapon.
"And... do you like me?" He tried.

"Look... I don't think we can really be in a relationship right now." Fionna replied, before steeling herself. Her hand dropped to her side, and Marshall moved backwards even more.
'So Penelope didn't like her getting so close to me.' Marshall guessed.

"Alright, alright. But, can we still be friends?" He asked as he backed into the wall.
"Why are you backing away?" Fionna asked. "I'm not going to hurt you."
He stared at her incredulously. "Interesting code of ethics you've got there. What if I was about to hurt you, hm?"
Fionna took her place at the till. "I wouldn't try that if I were you. I try to do good in this world, and part of that means getting rid of the bad guys." She looked as if she was steeling herself again, and Marshall watched her warily. "So I'm a bad guy to you?"

She looked at him warily. "I don't know. You might be the kind of bad guy who messes with my heart guts, which is just an awful thing to do."
"The world isn't so often separated into shades of black and white." Marshall argued. "No one's perfect. And most people aren't all-consuming evil."

Fionna nodded. "I know. But seeing the world in shades of black and white is easier than shades of gray. And... and... I don't want to believe you're evil. At least, not entirely."
Marshall bit his lip. "I hope you aren't either. I mean, I just... I don't know what I'd choose if we ended up on opposite sides just because of this, if you hated me, if... like I said, I really like you, okay?"

"Okay." She said quietly.