Chloe swirled the packet of sugar into her tea with the red plastic stirrer. Once around the edge of the cup, twice around. Three times for perfection. She lifted the foam cup to her lips and blew, creating gentle ripples across the amber liquid. The color matched her blouse, which buttoned down her back and skimmed the top of her high waisted jeans. She sipped and savored looking dainty compared to Sam who was slurping Coca Cola through a straw.

"Ah," He said, setting the cup down. "It's the little things in life."

"Like Cola?" Chloe smirked. She wanted to take Sam to her favorite classiest restaurant in town, but he preferred McDonalds for lunch. Chloe agreed simply because she wouldn't have to wear a dress. She did make him order to go and stop at her favorite deli. They ate at a stone table with benches in a park not far from one of her apartments. They were a mismatched pair; Chloe with her neatly packed coronation chicken curry sandwich while Sam put away his Big Mac. But it was a pleasant way to spend a meal. The sun was shining. A few happy older couples walked past now and then, content just to be together. Chloe felt relaxed at the stone table, which was the best way to start a meeting.

"I was in a South American prison for a long time." Sam countered and flashed her his trademark smile. "Humor me."

"Alright." Chloe crossed and uncrossed her legs. "Humor you I shall."

Sam finished eating his sandwich, balled up the wrapper, and tossed it in the air with one hand. He waited until Chloe finished her tea.

"So this job," She began. "It should be fairly straightforward."

"Any Serbian warlords?"

"None. No Jin's in brass bottles either."

"That's right. Nathan told me about that one." Sam patted the pockets of his button down and jeans searching for his pack. When he found it, he lit a cigarette and put it between his lips. "I thought you ducked out of that one early."

"Yeah. Charlie broke his leg. He needed help getting back home." Chloe explained while Sam fiddled with his lighter.

"How is he? Charlie, I mean."

"Fine. In between jobs at the moment, but he's fine."

"Are you two in a fight or something?" Sam asked, exhaling.

"We're not together." Chloe quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Well, why are you inviting me on this job, instead of him?"

"Since our last job Charlie's been pickier." Chloe explained. "Plus, he's currently on vacation with his new girlfriend."

Chloe tried to monitor the bitterness in her voice. She had been so certain Charlie had been carrying a torch for her, however small that torch might be. How else could he explain how only Chloe could talk him down during that incident in Yemen. It was quite a surprise when she ran into him in London. He couldn't stop talking about Meredith. Or Meryl or whatever her name was. Being passed over twice in recent years, once by Nate, once by Charlie, left a bad taste in Chloe's mouth. She had decided not to get involved with anyone she worked with ever again. Although that tightened her social circle quite a bit. The last few months Chloe worked mostly odd jobs, some translation work, some trading work. When this latest piece fell into her lap she knew she would need a partner, she just wasn't sure which one. That is, until she remembered Sam of course.

"Ah I see." Sam smiled and finally tossed the wrapper in a near by wastepaper basket. "So what's the gig?"

"My client is an auctioneer slash collector who is interested in a piece that should be found in a wreckage off the coast of Australia."

"Where off the coast of Australia?" Sam asked.

"You don't know much about Australia do you?" Chloe asked.

"Again. South American prison." Sam explained. "And before that I was kicked out of a catholic run boys home. Pardon my lack of education."

"Right. Sorry. The convict ships hit the eastern coast first, and then Tasmania. The wreckage should be somewhere on the eastern or north eastern coast." Chloe took out a map and laid it on the stone table. She circled the area that she was talking about with her right pointer finger.

"Alright. What is the treasure?"

"A codicil."

Sam paused.

"Underwater?" He tried hard not to scoff.

"The codicil may or may not be underwater. There is a wreckage, but we'd have to get to Australia first to see if we need to do any actual diving. It might be locked away in the family home." Chloe explained.

"What family?" Sam asked.

"An old Australian family. There are some family disputes over who has the rights to the home and acreage. Our client would like us to try to locate and secure the codicil." Chloe explained.

"And what, we are just gonna waltz into some old rich people's home like hey what's up?" Sam laughed. "Doesn't sound too well thought out."

"There are connections there we can benefit from," Chloe said. "If we get to Australia. Together that is."

"And why not Nadine?" Sam asked. "I thought you two were all gal pals now."

"I need someone whose not as….blunt as Nadine." Chloe sighed. "Someone who knows how to work a room. Someone who can be-"

"Charming?" Sam flashed her another smile. It was the same half smile that he had given her earlier. It was both charming enough to make her want to pull him into her bedroom but cold enough to send a chill down her spine. She liked the contradiction. It was just what she needed in a partner, for this job at least.

"Exactly." Chloe smiled back. "And I told myself I wouldn't flatter you."

"It's not flattery if it's the truth." Sam winked and took another drag from his cigarette. "Alright darling. I'm in. When do we leave?"

"Tuesday night. Is that enough time?"

"More than enough. What do I need?"

"Just your basics that won't get you noticed at an airport." Chloe answered. "And any formal wear you have. Along with your regular clothes."

"Um, we might have problem there." Sam winced. "I don't do formal wear, often."

"Well you're in luck," Chloe gathered up her trashed and tossed it in the same waste bin he used. "I've got an excellent eye for style. Oh there's another thing."

"What's that?" Sam asked.

"I don't know if Nate told you, but we were involved. Briefly. Very briefly." Chloe explained.

"Do you plan on getting involved with me?" Sam quirked his eyebrows. He laughed as he read her expression. "Relax. I'm just joking. Yeah Nate told me. It's no big deal though. Work is work right?"

"Right." Chloe nodded.

"Besides, even if you couldn't resist my charms," Sam wiggled his eyebrows again. "I doubt Nate would mind. I wouldn't."

Chloe rolled her eyes at him and laughed. He stood up and offered her his arm. She paused then took his arm anyway. This might not be the most dangerous adventure she ever undertook but it certainly was going to be fun. Working with a Drake always was.