(Y/n) looked down at her phone as it alerted her to a message. She had only just got back from Rusty's, celebrating another successful mission with the rest of the team. Well in truth, the shit had hit the fan as usual. But whether by luck or judgement, they had managed to drag themselves out of the great steaming pile of excrement that they always seemed to get into, and the Expendables were once again home, safe and well. Apart from a few cuts and bruises.

(Y/n) sighed as she leaned forward to grab her phone, sure that every bone and muscle she had, still ached. She had told Barney, Christmas, and the others that she was heading home for a quiet night. That she would normally join them as they made their way through the bars, painting the town red. But this time, as much as she loved each and every one of them, spending the last month being couped up with nothing but the smell of men's body odour, and Barney's cigars filling her nostrils. The sound of them bickering, comparing knife sizes, and Galgo's incessant chirpy chatter, had led the only female on the team to need some serious alone time. So now she was slightly irritated that despite her warnings to leave her alone unless they wanted their head ripped off, it seemed probable that one of her slightly inebriated teammates had seen fit to take his life into his own hands.

"Which ever one of you this is, I swear that you better have a good excuse." (Y/n) complained to herself as she pressed the button on her phone so that she could read the message.

"Come to the bridge at 10. It's important." The message read. (Y/n) staring at it as she recognised neither the number nor the strange request.

"Wrong number, buddy. Sorry." (Y/n) told the phone as she threw it onto the cushion next to her on the sofa.

"The only thing I am gonna be doing at 10, is drawing myself a bath. Filling it full of the girliest smell bubble bath I can find. Pouring myself a glass of wine. And soaking in the tub until I don't smell like a men's locker room anymore." (Y/n) continued, as she closed her eyes and leant back onto the pillow behind her head.

"Holy Shit!" (Y/n) exclaimed. As once again the phone next to her chimed. The explosives expert trying to calm herself before she turned her cell phone into a projectile.

"(Y/n). Please meet me at the bridge at 10. It's important." The message read. (Y/n) knowing that this time it was definitely no wrong number.

She knew that she had never seen the number before. But there again, the boys had a terrible habit of breaking their cell phones every other week. And (Y/n) wouldn't be surprised if one of them had had to change their number as they had probably forgotten their old one. But for whoever it was not to elaborate further as to why they would want her to go to the bridge of all places, at such and hour, and not even tell her who it was, was sending alarm bells ringing in her head.

There was no way she was going to go into this blind. But if someone wanted to meet her that urgently, then it must be important. So, the only way for her to get any answers was for her to phone the boys.

Quickly she clicked on Barney's number. The call going on and on until it suddenly stopped. (Y/n) cursing under her breath as she scrolled down the Christmas' cell number. The call ending in the same way. A few moments later and she had called all of them. Not a single one answering, to elaborate on the unusual message that she had received.

"Sometimes I hate you guys." (Y/n) growled, as she reluctantly got up from her sofa and reached for the 9mm Ruger that she kept in draw of the desk that sat near the front door. The mercenary making sure that the weapon was fully loaded before she left the apartment. (Y/n) concealing the gun in the waist of her jeans, as she climbed onto her bike.

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Church sat quietly in his car. The heavily tinted glass making it difficult for him to see in the ever darkening night. But he knew that she would come. Knew that if (Y/n) thought that the message was from Ross or one of the other rascals, she couldn't ignore it. Knew that she would do anything if she thought that one of them could be in trouble or needed her.

As soon as he had laid eyes on the newest member of Barney Ross' team. Church had found himself doing something that he hadn't done in a very long time. He had smiled, a genuine smile. Ross had brought (Y/n) with him to one of their meetings. Reluctantly introducing the two. Church more than sure that Barney had filled her in on his not so squeaky clean reputation. The agent feeling his heart bang against his ribcage as her hand had slipped into his. There was something about the explosives expert that had made him think. Something about her that was different to anyone else that had been part of the Expendables. Apart from the fact that she was female.

Church had looked into (Y/n)'s background. She had served with distinction as an explosive ordnance disposal specialist. Rising to the rank of Master Sargent. And being responsible for the disarming of a number of IEDs during her deployment. But an incident where she had been injured by a mine that had not been properly deactivated by her partner, had led to her honourable discharge after fifteen years in the service. Leaving her with a brief respite until Bonaparte had introduced her to Ross.

The CIA agent had found himself thinking about (Y/n) more and more. And the more he saw her with Ross and the other men, the more he had noticed that he had begun to feel.......well to feel jealous. It was a realisation that had shocked him to his very core. Most of the time the only thing that concerned him was the business of the agency. But since meeting (Y/n) he had begun to think about the possibility of something other than the job. He had begun to think about the possibility of getting to know (Y/n) better. All he could hope now, was that whatever Barney had told her about him, wouldn't ruin his chances.

The sudden sound of a motorcycle engine speeding towards his position alerted Church to the possible entrance of the woman that he wanted to see. The flash of a speeding red Ducati confirming his supposition.

Cautiously, Church watched as (Y/n) dismounted her bike. Her long hair falling down her back as she removed her helmet.

"Barney!? Christmas!?" (Y/n) called out. Hoping that if the message hadn't come from one of those two, then one of the other boys would answer.

"I'm afraid it wasn't Bamm- Bamm or alfalfa that sent the message." A voice from behind her called out. (Y/n) reaching for her gun and turning around. Pointing her weapon into the dark night.

"Church? What the hell?" (Y/n) asked, as the CIA agent slowly appeared.

"The message came from you. Why did you call me down here? Is Barney here. Have you got another mission or something?" (Y/n) asked as she placed her gun back in her waist band. Staring as Church moved closer.

"The message did come from me, yes. And I apologise that it was so cryptic, but I didn't think that you'd come if you knew it was from me." Church explained, as he came to stand right in front of (Y/n).

"Church. I...........I don't. I know this might make me sound dumb. But why are you wanting me to meet you? I don't get it." (Y/n) replied, furrowing her brows as the CIA agent began to look strangely uncomfortable.

"I know that Barney has probably told you a lot of bad things about me, (Y/n). But I was hoping that er..........that you might give me a chance to show you that I'm not all that bad." Church began. (Y/n) looking at him, far from sure what to think.

"Look, Church. I'm not interested in the CIA. I like being one of the rascals. So, if this is a job offer, I'm afraid I'll have to decline." (Y/n) told Church. Not sure what else to say.

"No. This isn't about a job, (Y/n). Its........well.......I was actually wondering whether you would be interested in going out with me. As in a date." Church replied. Cringing slightly as he sounded like he was a desperate and dateless, horny teenager.

"Date? Me and you? Now?" (Y/n) asked. Slightly shocked that the usually cold and Machiavellian agent would be asking such a thing. And be showing such uncharacteristic emotions.

"Yeah. I know that there's a bit of an age difference. And I don't have as much hair as I used to. But maybe you might be able to look past my faults and let me show you that an older man can be just as good, if not better than you might think." Church continued, not knowing what to think as (Y/n) began to giggle.

She had to admit that all this was a bit of a shock. That not for one minute had she ever thought that the message had come from the much disliked CIA agent. And she would definitely not have thought that he would be asking if he could get to know her better. But (Y/n) had to admit, that despite what Barney had told her about him, there was something about Church that made her want to give him the chance that he desired.

"You hungry? I mean I was planning on having a quiet night at home. But if you're hungry, I cook a mean grilled cheese sandwich. And I don't mind sharing." (Y/n) told him. Church smiling and nodding his head.

"Well then. Why don't you follow me back to my place, and we can have that date now?" (Y/n) said as she leant over and kissed Church on the cheek. Both of them wondering where this night would lead.