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This isn't so much a plot bunny, as a scene part-way through a story. I'm not sure what the rest of the story is, and frankly I'm too busy in the real world to work on it. But here's a bit:

“Sorry guys. That necklace, well, it’s flashy all right, but I can’t tell if there’s a flash drive on it or not. None of the video is that high quality and the pendent is,” Eric coughed in barely disguised amusement, “in a shadowy area.”

All the other agents were either staring rapt or attempting to not stare rapt at the enlarged picture of the ambassador’s wife’s ample cleavage.

 

“People!” Hetty called their attention back to the job at hand. “We need to retrieve the flash drive before they have time to decrypt it. Start thinking about something other than… that.” She waved a hand and then marched off.

Sam muttered, "And how exactly are we supposed to retrieve the thing without considering where it is?" But he waited until Hetty was out of hearing range before he did so.

Unfortunately, twenty-four hours later, they were all mostly lounging on the sofa’s, exhausted, and no closer to a solution.

“I still say, we’re going to have to steal the necklace.” G insisted again.

“We can’t. Not only is it illegal, but also impossible.”

“I thought you Seals weren’t supposed to say things like that.”

“No, we Seals--” but G would have to postpone learning what Seals did or did not say, because Hetty suddenly appeared. She had the knack of making them all feel about five years old by her mere presence. An amazing feate that G really wished didn’t have.

“So, what plans have you all come up with?”

Sam sent another glare in G’s direction. “Well, the genius over here thinks stealing the necklace is the way to go.” And apparently Sam as a five-year-old was a tattle-tale. G would get back at him later.

Hetty merely nodded judiciously. “As loath as I am to agree with such an action, I have to agree with Mr. Callens this time.”

“What?”

That woke people up. Even Nate came to attention and he slouched even when he hadn’t stayed up most the night fruitlessly brainstorming ideas.

“I believe I was clear the first time. The necklace will have to be stolen.”

“You expect us to steal a necklace from a fortified embassy?”

“No, of course not.” Hetty scoffed. “That’s why I invited a specialist. She should be here any moment.”

“A specialist?”

“Why, I do believe that’s my cue.” A light female voice with just a hint of irony in it floated through the air. Then one of the single most beautiful women G had seen in his life appeared. She knew it, too.

She also, he realized after a moment, knew where every weapon and every valuable in the room was at a single glance. After that glance though, she focused once more on Hetty, holding out both hands to clasp Hetty’s.

“Amanda! Thank you so much for coming so quickly."

“I believe you offered me a challenge.”

“And access to the clothes.”

The woman, Amanda apparently, smiled brightly. “Well, of course. You do have the best taste in clothes, and I do show off your work so wonderfully.”

“Yes, you do. And I have just the thing for you. But first things first, we need to retrieve a flash drive from the Ambassador’s wife’s necklace.”

Hetty indicated the blueprints and pictures to Amanda. While they were doing that, G finally managed to tear his eyes away from the woman to look at the rest of his team. They had not yet managed to retrieve their eyes. He squinted a bit at Nate. Was that drool?

Hetty made them all five-year-olds and apparently Amanda made them all fifteen-year-olds. This was going to be a long case.

 

more NCIS:LA / HL:R

Date: 2009-12-10 03:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marbleglove.livejournal.com

“She’s the best.”

“The best? Wouldn’t the best thief be someone who’s never been found?”

“That’s a point, but the best that hasn’t been found hasn’t been stealing for a thousand years.”

“A thousand years, Hetty?” G had to ask.

“Indeed. Interpol has records going back to the first millenium of a young lady named Amanda stealing jewels. Occasionally, they’ve even heard references to her teacher, Rebecca.” Hetty looked smug.

G didn’t trust that look. He wondered whether he was willing to risk it to ask what in the world she was talking about.

Sam, on the other hand, appeared to have been enlightened. “You’re saying that she’s the Dread Pirate Roberts.”

“Exactly.” Hetty looked pleased and Sam looked impressed. G, on the hand, was still lost.

“She’s a pirate now as well as immortal?”

“No, she’s like the Dread Pirate Roberts. You know from The Princess Bride.” Sam had his most put-upon voice, which was completely inappropriate under the circumstances, G thought.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Look, it’s,” Sam started to explain but then apparently thought better of trying to explain anything called The Princess Bride to G. The teasing would have been merciless and G was disappointed at the lost opportunity. “Look, you’ll just have to see if yourself.”

“You want me to see a movie called The Princess Bride?” G spoke with heavy skepticism. Maybe some of this teasing potential could be saved.

“The Prince Bride? Oh, I loved that movie!” Amanda sounded delighted.

Everyone else jumped. How she managed to sneak up on them repeatedly while wearing heals and being such an eye-catcher regardless was a mystery that was really starting to annoy G.

“Would you like to see it with us?” Nate asked. “G’s never seen it.”

“I’d love to!”

And somehow Nate had managed to trap them all into his date with an international thief. G really wanted this case to be over with.

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