I'll be there for you

Live love lie

"Time for driiiink", I ve heard Charlie's voice and I quickly rushed down the stairs. Sometimes I am faster when I am chasing alcohol than bad guys. And right now it's understandable since I was not in my heels. I threw myself on the couch and grabbed  shot. The good side of Charlie's love for alcohol is that she became damn good at making different kinds of alcoholic drinks. 

"For living, lying and loving", toasted Johnny and soon we were enjoying our drinks. 

Suddenly Briggs entered the room with Lauren next to him.

"I need all of my FBIs . Paige, Jakes, you have they off", Briggs clapped.

"Oh, Briggs, we have a reservation in that fancy Italian restaurant...", I protested

"Change reservation for the next day"

"Thank you man, you saved me", smirked Johnny relaxed

"Not fair. I get expensive dinners once a year...", I crossed my hands.

"Change reservation", he repeated.

"Okay, okay", I sighed conciliated and sat back on the couch

Tomorrow was windy and I was standing with Paul, Mike and Lauren while Johnny was with Special Unit. My hair was wrapped in a pony tail and FBI cap was on my head. I need to say Lauren was overly excited about that case with Russian mafia. Somehow I understand her. Lauren and Donnie were close, very close, of course she wants justice for people that shot her partner. But maybe she was too deep into it. Now we are going to stop the vehicle that we suspects it's involved? Yeah, why not, seems legit.

"Yeah, it's way too fast for a truck carrying a pair of Lambos", said Briggs.

"That suspension's not compressed.", added Mike

"Yeah, he's riding way too high. There's no way there's cars in there.", agreed Paul.

"Abort, Johnny. Stop the mission", I hissed in earphone.

"No, no, no, they're in there, Paul. Don't stop them Phoebe!", yelled Lauren anxious

"Johnny, kill the mission.Kill it right now.", repeated Briggs.

Soon everyone was running and yelling in their earphones and Lauren was glaring at Briggs. I took of my cap and sighed. And not because right now I would be in restaurant eating pasta. 

"I guess that's it.  We had a good will", I stood up.

Next moment I saw Lauren running to the truck trying to stop them. Great. Just great. 

"Lauren get back!", yelled Briggs behind her and Mike was watching in shock.

"You know, I am optimistic almost always. But right now...", I raised my eyebrows in surprised.

"We're screwed", Briggs finished my sentence. 

...

Few hours later we were drinking beer in pub near by our house. Paige and JAkes wanted to know every detail of our action that went wrong. 

"I've never seen Briggs so pissed off in my life ever. I mean, not even when you screw up. Or  when Phoebe throw her shoe at him", Johnny was explaining.

That accident with my heel was a year ago! Get over it, forget that. I already forgot how my heel ended up hitting Briggs' forehead. But come ooon, I just wanted to make an action in one club where underage girls were working as strippers, and Briggs was all like "Not now!" and well... I just hit him. But he forgot me easily and his reaction was nothing like this one.

"Aaaanyways,  let's explain Mike rules how to keep his cover. Unlike Lauren", I sighed and took a sip from the bottle.

"You can never walk up to a woman and say, "hi, I'm special agent Mike Warren. I work undercover for the FBI.", said Jakes quietly.

"You pick an alias they would know nothing about.", explained Paige.

"What about the rest of you guys?", smiled Mike.

"I'm a pilot. Unless I meet a flight attendant, then I am a photographer", said Johnny and I kicked him in the ribs.

"Journalist. I write for sweet  magazine about travells ", I said. "And then people are like -oh we thought you are a model-... Johnny gets jealous, it's fun", I smirked.

"Ohhh, she returns me the same way. Poor me", said Johnny sarcastic.

...

Next day new action started. Lauren was giving everything to stop Russian Mafia that hurt Donnie. Literally. Everything. I was in my dark top and jeans and my  brown leather jacket next to Loren while guys were in their special forces uniforms. We've been doing this for hundred times but I never feel totally sure that everything would be fine. 

"Lauren, you sure that ...", I started but she cut me off. "They changed their plans in last minute. This time everything would be just fine"

Next thing I know, Jakes and Johnny along with others entered the barn. I was chewing my nails as I watched the video from Johnny's camera. In times like these I usually say a prayer or too. It's weird but my Greek grand mother has taught me.

Soon they were out with their head legs and arms on right places.

"It's not bad", I smiled relaxed while wrapping Johnny's hurt arm in bandage. Actually the cut is pretty shallow but he likes when he is center of attention.

"You saw when he cut me? He imagined he is a pirate or some other shit",Johnny  put me in his lap.

"Yep, soldier, everything was filmed", I giggled and kissed him on the cheek. 

"How's the arm?", passed Jakes next to us

"He sliced me like a friggin' mango, man. It's all right, though.", answered Johnny.

"Oh, Aphrodite  gotta take care of her wounded man", Jakes teased.

"Don't you worry chocolate Jesus, he's in good hands", I smiled.

"Ooooh, am I?", chuckled Johnny and hugged me.

"Now your mango arm doesn't hurt, ha Tuturro?", I joked and raised my eyebrow.

"Your touch has healed me", Johnny said theatrical. 

And that may or may not be true, cause that night we were at the club like nothing happen. Well, not exactly, since Johnny was showing everyone his bandage. But everything else, flirting, fighting... Just a regular night with fellow feds. Mikey even picked up a girl

Next day I was putting on my morning cream when  I heard the door. I rush down the stairs in my black and red flossy robe. 

"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey! Tell me, tell me, tell me...", I was jumping excited

"Good morning Phoebes, why are you speaking like that?", Mike quirked his lips.

"Because... Oh, you really don't get Mike, I want details of your love story", I crossed my arms grumpy and he laughed.

"I am dead serious Warren" I glared at him " I may be a federal agent but feds have a soul, you know. I like chick flicks, rom coms, gossiping... But above everything. I Love Love!", I exclaimed and clapped my hands waiting for something.

"Her name is Abby, she is from Baltimore...", sighed Mike at the end

"Aaaaand?", I smiled still waiting.

"And that's it", he grinned.

"Are you kiddin' me Mike?  I could ask Paige that... You no fun, Levi, no fun", I pursed my lips disappointed and  saw Paige running down the stairs. "Anyways, you have sandwich in kitchen. Hey Paige, don't bother Mike with details his mouth are zipped", I yawned and went to make myself a coffee.