Phan One Shots

~ You Can Try . . .

You Can Try . . .

Summary: Phil is an assassin. Dan Howell is the target.

Words: 5851

Phil entered the room, wary of the two soldiers either side of the man who had requested his presence. Despite the threat of guns he let the arrogant smirk take over his face and sat down on the opposite end of the table, feet up.

"What can I help you with?" He asked, glowing with his usual confidence.

"I hear you have quite a reputation . . ." Director Thomson started, hands clasped neatly in front of him. "You work for a lot of different people so I presume you don't have a preference and are open to all offers?" He asked expectantly.

"Of course." Phil replied, curious as to where the conversation was heading. Besides, this was America's director of the FBI and secret agencies for American spies. What could he possibly require from an assassin like Phil Lester?

"Good. Well I should probably go into a little detail."

"Please do."

"Well. Britain has been in the leading of spy of the year for five years running now. Britain. A tiny section of the size of America and I don't like it. They're crime rates are so low it is almost impossible. It's not everyone though ... they have a secret weapon!" He started, sounding pissed off. A folder was passed down the table and Phil opened it up to see the profile of a British agent. Phil's eyes widened and the smirk only grew on his face.

"Oh." Phil smirked, knowing exactly why the Director had called him all the way to New York,

"Daniel Howell, the best damn agent they have. He's incredibly good, never leaves an investigation unfinished whether it takes him weeks, months, years. He's good. Too good. I understand you do a little work in ... seduction?" Smirk never leaving Phil's face, he chuckled and nodded arrogantly. "Now we want you to do any of the following three things. One, get him to join us. Two, Get him to quit, seduce him, become his friend, flatter him, whatever it requires. And Three, distract him. Distract him to the point where he falters and his reputation comes down. I will not lose this award to that country for a sixth time!" He growled.

"This seems like an awful lot of work for a lousy award." Phil commented.

"Mr Lester, America is a very powerful country and it is not good for our reputation. A war will come one day and if the UK is seen as one of the most powerful countries they'll see us as livestock and attack us first. I'm thinking about the country without having to go to war." He replied gruffly and taking a smoke of the cigar that a soldier had passed to him.

"I see. Well, I'll see what I can do ... Daniel Howell may be an impressive agent, but I also haven't ever failed an assignment yet so we'll see how this turns out. If it is unsuccessful I will get back to you and you can cook up a plan B." Phil grinned.

"I expect not to have to prepare for a plan B Mr Lester." The Director narrowed his eyes.

"I'll do my best." Phil waved and left the room, folder tucked neatly under his arm. Time to get a flight back to England ...

- - -

Phil sat in Starbucks, sipping his caramel macciato. He had constantly been fixing his hair. He had recently dyed it black for the mission, he needed a new look. He usually changed subtle things in each assignment in case someone was to recognize him.

He was looking through Daniel's file. He studied him closely, looking for any little detail which could help him. Any weaknesses. Daniel had no family, his parents died when he was young and he was an only child. So he wouldn't be able to get to him through family if it became desperate. His location was unknown so he was well hidden, he didn't have many friends, only people in the agency and he was single and lived alone.