written for Mustangcandi on her birthday. Happy Birthday.
Characters/Pairings: Colby Granger, David Sinclair, Liz Warner.
Warnings: No betas were harmed in the making of this fic.
Author's Notes: three guesses what tv series has returned to the Sci Fi Channel yesterday.
Summary: three agents on a beach.
The three of them were in place on assignment, and they had their covers, and now they could only wait on Hawaiian beaches for the quarry to make contact.
Sitting between the two bathingsuit-ed agents lying on their chests, Colby put more suntan lotion on his hands, rubbed, and applied one hand to each of his partners. And in the meantime, "Superman vs Ralph?" Colby asked.
"From The Greatest American Hero?" Liz asked. "Ralph wins. No contest, Granger."
David shrugged as he was lathered up one-handedly. "Loathe as I am to suggest it, Lois Lane could probably beat Connie Sellecca's character."
"Nah," Liz said. "Delay her, sure. Beat, no way."
"And Jimmy's butt gets kicked," Colby said. "Guys like that don't throw Feds like us to the curb."
"Agreed," David said.
"Yeah," Liz agreed. "Though speaking of butts, Granger, you missed a spot."
"I wasn't going to say anything, but yeah, here too," David said.
"Slavedrivers, the both of you," Colby grumbled good-naturedly.
"You know what Nikki'd say to that," David said.
"'And your point is?'" Colby said.
"Pretty much," Liz said. "And don't be stingy with the lotion this time, Granger."
Barechested, Colby looked at the incoming surf, and considered making a break for it, forcing them to pursue him into the water and tackle him there. Nah. Later, maybe.
And he noticed Liz was getting his attention.
"Question," she said.
"Shoot," Colby said.
With as talented as you are... "Can you rub your belly and pat your head at the same time, too?"
"Not exactly," Colby said.
"Wh-" Liz stopped, and nearly went "nnngh" as Colby rubbed her scalp and patted a rhythm on David's back.