Spies One-On-One (Closed)

"No problem," Rosie replied. "Yes, he's done. I'll call David over here so that he can work on the rest of your disguises."

"Thank you," Spencer said with a nod. "Should we go wait back over there while we wait?"

Rosie shrugged. "You can if you'd like to, but he should just be over here…" she trailed off, stepping around a rack of clothes. Her voice soon came from the other side, "There you are! There are a couple of agents here that need your expertise!"

"Really? Well, let me out of here, then, so I can help them!" a deep voice said, almost sounding teasing.

"Fine," Rosie said, the same tone coming to her voice. She stepped back out, and a tall, dark-haired man followed her. David smirked and poked her in the back when they were out, and she swiftly turned around and glared at him, her cheeks coloring.

"Not right now," she hissed under her breath, probably hoping that Spencer and Anya wouldn't hear.

Spencer shot a look at Anya like, Wow… What's going on?

(Sure!)

Spencer tried to hide the smirk that pulled on his lips as he watched the pair.

"Well, obviously!" David laughed, shooting one last quick, desiring glance at Rosie before the red-head walked away. "What kind of mission is it this time? Space demons trying to take over the universe? Someone tried to assassinate the president?"

"I'm not sure how much we're allowed to say, but we need to look like high-quality professionals," Spencer answered.

David nodded slowly, a thoughtful look crossing his face as he sifted through clothes. "That I can do," he said, pulling out some clothes. He handed Anya and Spencer some hangers with clothes in long bags. "Here, try these on. There are mostly professional clothes, but I figured that you might need something fancy at least once, so I through some other things in there as well. I just guessed at your sizes, but they should fit. There are some changing rooms just over there." He pointed towards a row of doors set into the wall a few feet away.

Spencer took the hangers from him and thanked him before heading over to change.

David grinned smugly at Anya.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he teased. "Now, go try those clothes on. I'm sure there's something in there that Spencer would like."

"Mm-hm. With that attitude, yes, you will," David agreed, nodding. "And I guess you'll just have to try the clothes on and find out." He turned around and walked in the direction Rosie had gone, leaving Anya to do as he had directed.

Spencer's pile of clothes consisted of a lot of suits. Like, a lot. He groaned as he saw them, but proceeded to try them on.

(There are too many buttons that do too many things on my keyboard. Ugh.)

(I keep accidentally switching screens. Lol.)

Spencer finished trying on the clothes, most of which had fit. He'd need a belt for s few pairs of the pants, but otherwise, they were fine. He put his own clothes back on, packed up the others, then walked out of the dressing room. Noticing that Anya was still in one of the other dressing rooms, he walked around, trying to find David so that he could let him know that the clothes had fit.

He walked around a corner, then immediately turned back around, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had definitely found David, but he had also found Rosie. Their lips were locked together, and it looked like they were as close to each other as they could get. Spencer walked back over to the fitting rooms and sat in an empty chair.

David pulled back from Rosie, cocking an annoyed eyebrow at Anya. Rosie's cheeks were flushed deep red, and she rubbed her lips together.

"You couldn't have taken a while longer to try the clothes on?" David asked, glaring at Anya.

"No…?" David replied, looking back over at Rosie, who just continued to look at him.

"All right. Well, that's– that's good. Uh… What about Spencer? Did his fit?" David asked.

David glared at her.

"We will, thank you. As soon as you leave, anyway," he declared, pulling Rosie gently to his side.

"You can leave, now," David said shortly.

Spencer made his way over from the chair he had been sitting in, having noticed Anya go over earlier but not wanting to join her quite yet at the time. He noticed David's look and nudged Anya gently.

"Hey, maybe we should let them have some along time," he suggested softly. "It's pretty hard to come by around here, as I'm sure you know."

(Ah, lame.)

Spencer nodded to David and Rosie before following the other spy out the door.

"So that was… interesting," he said when he caught up to Anya.

Two high-level agents made their way down the hall towards Spencer and Anya, stopping when they reached them.

"Mr. Attwood, Ms. Romanova? We're here to take you to your vehicle," the first one said, his voice deep.

"Someone has already taken the things you will need to the plane, but you are welcome to pack a few other wanted items," the other man said.

Spencer nodded, then rushed off to pack the clothes and a few other things. "All right, I'm ready," he declared when he arrived back.

The agents led the pair down the twisting hallways and to the "garage," as the area where the plane was stored was called. The back hatch was open for them to walk in through, and the higher-level spies shuffled them inside.

"So cool," Spencer whispered as he took in the plane and the hanger. Even after having gone on multiple missions already, he still found the area thrilling. Maybe it was because he knew that he would be going places once he walked into the noisy space.

Spencer gave his suitcase to the agent, then took it back when he had finished searching it. He followed Anya as they boarded the plane, then sat in one of the empty seats.

(Shall we skip to when they've arrived?)