Author's Notes: This is a companion piece I wrote to my other story Coffee With Cream which is finished and can also be found on this site.

This is the same story time line, retelling the whole story from Paige's POV. It is not all the same scenes, but provides some nice background information. It can be read as a stand alone piece as well.

I really like character pieces where you get to see both sides of view from a limited narrator because in real life the character's don't have access to all the information. Especially with Mike and Paige in my story, because they're both so bad at expressing their feelings.

I borrow heavily from the show and try to stay in Canon as possible.

Rating: This story is rated M for sexual themes.

Disclaimer: Look I really don't believe that this disclaimer is going to protect me at all should Jeff Eastin decide to sue me. However, Jeff's attorneys should please note that suing me would be a huge waste of time, for the following reasons:

- First: I have no money and am certainly not making money off of this. First rule of law school; go after the deep pockets.

- Second: I clearly have a ton of time on my hands. So I have nothing better to do than debate the four prongs of The Fair Use Act 17 U.S.C. § 107, file extensions and counter suits. It would be a lot of work for no reward.

- Third: Just trust me on this one- I'm cute. We're talking button levels of cute here. No judge or jury would ever be able to resist my puppy dog eyes.

Thanks: Thanks to everyone who read Coffee with Cream and especially those who reviewed.

Skinny Double Dirty Chai

Chapter 1

Paige is lying on a bed in the same sleazy motel room that she's been holed up in for weeks.

She can't believe she's doing this.

More so, she can't believe she's actually enjoying it. One thing is for sure, her roommates can NEVER find out or else she will never live it down.

A knock on the door makes her jump a foot in the air. Grabbing her gun from the nightstand, she arms herself and walks slowly towards the door. The lamps in the small room are already out, and the only light comes from the flickering of the TV screen. Paige looks out the peephole cautiously. When she sees who's on the other side, relief floods her and she opens the door quickly, forgetting to hide the evidence.

"Hey Girl! I brought you supplies." Charlie tosses a bag at Paige's chest and walks quickly into the room, glancing over her shoulder out of habit.

"Awesome! Thank you." Paige anxiously rips open the bag to see which personal affects Charlie could smuggle her. She feels like a kid at Christmas. She squeals with joy when she discovers a pack of her favorite organic protein bars. She missed these. The persona she has assumed for this case would not have even heard about these. "Mmmm… you're the best."

"There's some coffee in there too. Do you even have a coffee maker in this dump?" Charlie looks around the dingy Spartan room critically. Paige appreciates the gesture. She decides not to tell Charlie that it doesn't matter, because she doesn't drink coffee, with the exception of shots of espresso in her chai tea.

"Jesus. Can you just crack this guy so you can come home already? You're missing out on so much." Charlie gives up on inspecting the cramped room and sits down on the bed beside Paige.

"I wish. He's giving me nothing. Any update on Donny?" Paige asks. She hates this case. She wants to go home.

"They've got him in a safe house somewhere. That's all we know right now. Lauren's not handling it well. I think she may… hey, what is this that we're watching? Is that? No… Oh my God, Paige!"

"Oh no. No! Look away Charlie! Look away!"

Paige screeched in embarrassment, scrambling over the bed looking for the remote control for the TV. Unable to find it, she runs back over the bed, tripping over the bed spread as she goes, and rips the cord from the wall.

"Oh my God! I can't believe you caved!" Charlie dissolves into giggles falling back onto the bed.

"I'm bored! This case is horrible! Don't judge me!"

"Paige really? You're watching The Town?!" Paige groans at how disappointed in her Charlie sounds. She steels herself for a lecture. "Jakes has been trying to get you to watch this movie for a year! You swore to Jakes you never would! I believe the exact phrasing was 'For the thousandth time no, I would rather have dishes every sauce night from here to eternity, if it meant I didn't have to watch that piece of crap.'"

"Charlie you can't tell him! Listen to me, no telling anyone! It's not like I was actually watching it anyways, I was flicking through channels and didn't realize what it was until just now." Paige lies. She realizes it's weak. One would think all this time undercover would make her a better liar than that.

"Oh yeah right. So you're telling me if I were to pull your bill at the front desk they wouldn't have this ordered on it? Isn't the DEA putting you up here for your cover? I could get access to those records you know."

"I swear Charlie, if you tell Jakes, I will tell Briggs about that sex dream you had-"

"Fine by me. I already told him about that. We had a good laugh."

"Not that one. The OTHER one." Paige grins.

"You swore you'd never tell!" Charlie's eyes widen. They were at a standoff.

"Ok, so, here's what we're going to do. You came over, and the tv in my room is clearly broken, so I was sitting around doing nothing." Paige says, laying down a new cover story for the night.

"Fine! Weave your web of lies you trickster." Charlie laughs giving up. "Seriously though, how you doing girl? You ok with this case? Do you need out?"

"You know me." Paige grins wryly. "Tough as nails here. I'll get him to talk."

"Ok, I'll give you a week, but if you need help with anything, you call me ok?"

"I need to get laid." Paige laughs wryly. "You want to help me with that?"

"Sure, stop giving Bobby the pills. You'll get laid real fast." Charlie shrugs.

"Gross." Just the idea of it makes Paige want to hurl. She can still feel the way Bobby's fingers had inched greedily under her skirt in the crowded club earlier that night. She shudders in disgust at the memory.

"Actually… I might be able to help you with that." Paige can see Charlie was scheming. She was such a meddler. Paige regrets saying anything.

"Ok, first of all, I was kidding. Second, I'm flattered Charlie, but you'll have to at least buy me a drink first." Paige teases, leaning across the bed to bat her eyelashes in Charlie's direction.

"The new kid Mikey… He's cute." Charlie says, trying to sound innocently not interested in Paige's response.

"The Levi guy who stole Donny's room?" Paige asks doubtfully.

Paige tries to remember any details she'd heard about the new guy. There was so much going on back at the house and she is missing all of it!

She is so tired of being trapped on this assignment. Bobby was a jealous guy though, and wanted to keep tabs on her, so she had been living at this motel for weeks to keep suspicion from following her back to Graceland. She missed her bed. She missed her friends. She even missed the chore wheel. Well, maybe she wasn't quite to that level yet.

"Yeah. I think you two would be so cute together."

"Please Charlie. I'm not that desperate." Paige rolls her eyes, and gets up to start putting away some of the clothes Charlie had brought her.

"No, Paige I mean he's CUTE." Charlie accents the word. "Too clean cut for me, but you'd like him."

"I thought he was a total brain. Didn't he get like a sixteen-hundred on his practicals?"

"A seventeen-hundred actually. And so what? The two aren't mutually exclusive. Briggs got higher than that, and he's not exactly hard on the eyes."

"Yeah, but he's Briggs." Paige rolls her eyes.

Paul Briggs was obviously the exception, not the rule. Charlie's liberal use of the word 'cute' didn't help either. Charlie thought everyone was 'cute'. Charlie thought Meth Heads were 'cute'.

"The new guy kind of reminds me of Briggs. When he was younger."

"And this is a good thing? Come on, I thought you were trying to get me to date this guy." Paige laughs.

"I think he'd be good for you. You need a good guy Paige. You've been slumming it with these Bobby types too long." Charlie says firmly.

"Hey, I'm not sleeping with Bobby. I'm working. " Paige clarifies.

She always tends to get a little too defensive about these things. Mostly because when you were undercover, your lies were your life. As agents, sometime you had to do things you would never do in real life to protect your cover. You could tell yourself it was just the job, and try to keep things compartmentalized, but sometimes it was harder to do than others. Paige shudders again at the memory of Bobby's fingers probing her in the crowded dance club. She wonders how much longer she could keep this up.

"Yeah, but what you do is worse. You pick up these dumb guys at the bar, who don't deserve you, play their dream girl for a night and then never return their calls. You never let anyone close. You need to let someone take care of you for once."

"What do I need that for? I have you to take care of me!" Paige wraps Charlie in a silly hug, planting a sloppy kiss on her cheek. "Thank you for the goody bag, Charlie."

"Fine. Continue playing your games, but I'm onto you, missy. You may act all tough and flirty, but at the end of the day we all need someone. You should give Mikey a chance."

"Please, he sounds completely green. That kid couldn't handle me. I'd tear that poor boy apart." Paige grins.

"Whatever. Look all I'm saying is give him a chance. For me?"

"Oh, you know I'd do anything for you."

"And I'd do anything for you. Alright girl, I gotta run." Charlie sighed. "Seriously though. That Bobby starts giving you problems, you call me. You need anything. You call me. Anything at all."

A few nights later, Paige made that call.

"Hey, Charlie. You want to do me a HUGE favor and swing by the club tonight?" Paige puts on her best favor asking voice, and hopes her puppy dog eyes work over the phone.

"Are you saying you need my help?" Charlie asks.

"Um, yes-" It was a strange response, and Paige's first instinct is that Charlie might be in trouble.

"But you can't tell me what it is..." Charlie continues as if Paige hasn't said anything.

"No, I can tell you-" Paige begins to tell her all she needed was some birth control pills.

"...I can never ask you about it later..."

"Oh, I see what you're doing. Cute. Is Jakes standing next to you?" Paige realizes that Charlie is mocking her with a line from 'The Town' movie. She was never going to live this down.

"...and we're gonna hurt some people?" Paige can hear the barely contained laughter in Charlie's voice by this point, and she rolls her eyes.

"Is that Paige?! Did she watch it?" Paige can hear Jakes's excited squeal in the background. Jakes's never gets excited about anything. And he certainly does not squeal. She was going to kill Charlie.

"You told him! Didn't you? I'm going to kill you, Charlie. . . After you do me the incredibly sweet favor of coming out tonight and bringing me my stuff? Pretty please?"

"Which car we gonna take?" That was a yes to both questions. She can hear Jakes gloating in the background. She felt incredibly homesick all of a sudden. She needed to get back to Graceland.