Title: High Stakes And Risky Business
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Rating: R or whatever that is these days
Disclaimer: Yea, we don't own the OC, The CIA, the city of philadelphia or anything else we use. If we inadvertently borrow something from another source, we apologize.
Summary: AU. Seth and Summer lost touch since they broke up in college. Summer is designing clothes and jet setting with the Hollywood crowd. And Seth is an accountant? However, when both of them end up in the City Of Brotherly Love, Seth makes a request of Summer that reveals to her his real job, and his love that's anything but brotherly, while putting both of their lives- not to mention the free world- in danger.
Author's Note: This is our fun fic. It's unrealistic and we're taking a lot of dramatic liberties. Maybe you'll love it, maybe you'll hate it. But, review. Please.
Summer Roberts strolled out of Banana Republic, and stood at the street and turned her head to look before she crossed. And that's when she saw it. She saw the building, with William Penn's statue on the top. She saw the buildings surrounding Philadelphia's city hall. And of all the activity there, her eyes zoomed in on one person.
He was tall, but not too tall. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt that showed he was built, but not too built. And the thing that caught her eye was the hair. That Jew fro type, that transformed into a mass of curls and frizz in the humid, east coast summer.
In fact, it looked exactly like…
No. It couldn't be. She hadnt seen Seth Cohen in like, three years. There was no reason for him to be in Philadelphia right now. He was like, an accountant or something, last she heard.
Which was totally random, since he had spent their entire college careers telling her he wanted an exciting job.
"What am I doing?" Summer asked herself outloud as the man who had caught her eye shook hands with a few people in suits and disappeared into a building.
Summer shook her head and checked her watch. Shit. She was going to be late. Again.
She pushed the thoughts of Seth Cohen out of her mind. She had bigger fish to fry. She had taken a design job at Marc Jacobs. The American headquarters were in recently repostioned in Philadelphia, so here she lived. In a fabulous apartment. With a dream job. And all she thought about was Seth Cohen.
Back in the Ritz- Carlton Philadelphia's conference room, Seth Cohen sat, surrounded by computers, communication devices, GPS monitors and the tech geeks running them.
The de-briefing session turned into a briefing session. Seth threw a packet of picture on the middle of the conference table and showed them to his team.
"The problem lies in these men." He said. "Fundamentalist Islamics who have sort of assimilated to Western Culture. They're like the rest of the rich, International set. They drink, they have sex with a lot of women, and their business ventures are questionable. This makes them very hard to weed out."
He paused for dramatic effect. "These are the ones planning and executing the attack we've been hearing about, and ignoring, for months. We can't ignore it any longer."
He paused again. He had been in the very selective, very secretive counter-terrorism branch of the CIA for six years now, and never tired of pretending he was filiming an episode of 24, or a James Bond movie.
"So tell me, team," he said, "What are we going to do?"
No sooner had the words left his mouth, his team burst into a flurry of activity. He sighed. He wanted to go for a walk. There was always the chance he would run into her on the street.
Seth sighed again. How pathetic he was. He had chosen the CIA safehouse in Philadelphia as the homebase for the latest mission, not because, as he had told his team, because it was less obvious than New York or D.C., but because he knew Summer was there.
They'd broken up their senior year in college. He couldn't even remember why. She was angry, he was yelling, and the next thing he knew the apartment they shared in Berkley was empty.
They had kept in touch for a while. The last time he'd seen her was three Christmases ago in Newport. He fed her the line he told everyone. "I work in finances. Accounting." No one knew the truth. Except his mom, his dad, Ryan and Mrs. Ryan Atwood, formerly Miss Marissa Cooper. They lived in New York. Ryan did architechture all over the world and Marissa did something with couture modeling and fashion.
At least they had gotten it right. Gotten married. Started a life. Seth sat back in his chair and wondered what life might have been like if he and Summer had a normal life. If he didn't have a job that made him play with death everyday.
He smiled to himself. He loved this job. He had been all over the world, and done anything you could imagine.
Besides, he said to himself, Ryan and Marissa's Park Avenue digs arent exactly your normal lifestyle.