Author: Eggy Weg
Spoilers: Embassy, 13 Days.
Rating: PG 13
Classification: Bit of Fun
Summary: The party, the film
Archive: Yeah sure
Feedback: Please, good or bad
Disclaimer: They are not mine
A/N: ("Movie dialogue is shown like this" movie visuals like this) and `Thoughts in these things'
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He had been tense all day, out of all the films in the world they had to go and pick Thirteen days.
There was a ray of hope when Chloe couldn't make it, but they just went out and hired it anyway, despite his best protest. Damn Rabb. One vote would have swung it but no, he hadn't seen it before.
It wasn't that he was ashamed of it, it was a good movie. But there was just too much of him self up there, too much emotion. He cringed remembering some of the dialogue.
"Clay what's wrong"
"Oh nothing" `you'll find out soon enough' he thought. She studied him for a while but decided to let it drop. He had looked glum all day but he wouldn't say why. She thought maybe work was eating up at him. At that the microwave started beeping and she rushed after Harriet into the kitchen to talk her worry out.
`Oh great' Harm, Bud and Gunny were all staring at him.
"What?"
"Webb, you have been acting weird all day is there something wrong" Harm asked. Strange behavior wasn't new for Webb but usually there was a method to his madness.
"No, why does everyone keep asking me that?" He answered walking out to the bathroom.
Mac and Harriet came back in from the kitchen carrying popcorn and fizzy drinks; this was the teen party she always dreamed of but never gotten.
"Do you know what's wrong with him Harm?" she asked.
"I asked but he wouldn't say" He shrugged.
Harriet who had put the video in the player was reading the back of the box when she saw the picture and took a closer look. It was tiny but it really did look like Clay `well that would explain his weird mood' she started to giggle.
"What's funny Harriet?" Bud asked
"Nothing, I just think I might know what's wrong with Mr. Webb" She said slyly hiding the video box.
"My name's Clay, Harriet" He said entering the room.
"Sorry Clay" She smiled at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes, and he knew she knew.
He looked around and they were all staring at him. He couldn't believe he had set himself up for this, he knew he should have taken over that operation for King. `If it had been anyone but Sarah's birthday' he thought shaking his head, causing a lock of hair to fall onto his forehead. Mac's heart melted he looked so adorable like that.
"I hate it when that happens" he moaned roughly putting it back into place.
"Oh don't Clay I think it looks cute" She whined snuggling into side.
"Well tough it's annoying" He informed her kissing her temple and storing the information for later use.
"RIGHT, EVERYBODY THE MOVIES ABOUT TO START" Bud shouted to those in the garden. They came in and took there seats. Webb crumpled in on himself as the play button was pushed; this was going to be torture.
("Where the hell are you?”) `Oh God'
There was a loud gasp throughout the room, Harriet giggling to herself she was right.
"Clay" it was the only thing Mac could say. Everyone else was quietly looking back and forth between the TV to Webb.
"Clay?"
"What?" There was no way they would believe it wasn't him but he was going to try. ‘If you say the same lie often enough people start to believe it’ that was one of the first things his mother had taught him when she found out he was joining the agency.
"CLAY" she shouted hitting him with the cushion and pointing to the TV "that's you"
He started to laugh "That's not me"
"Clayton Webb I know every inch of you by heart, and that is you" She argued playfully.
"I think I would have remembered staring in a movie, don't you. Besides he looks nothing like me"
"Yeah he isn't wearing a three piece" Harm joined in finally finding his voice.
“His nose isn’t crooked enough” Tiner piped up with a cheeky grin sending them into fits of laughed.
"It’s not me…..It’s not! look how thin he is. He's got a different voice, hair, teeth, name" He lied hopelessly
"There all changeable and you're a spy. Disguise is part of your job description." Bud countered it. The lawyer in him who had been missing since the accident came shining through.
"You're missing the film Bud; I thought you wanted to see it" He dead panned.
Bud gave him a smile "Oh I do Clay, believe me I do" He said turning back to watch the film.
("Jack I'm as conniving as they come but a sneak attack is just wrong")
A quiet giggle broke out through the room. Webb let out a loud breath and shook his head.
"It's defiantly you Webb" Harm laughed happy he had chosen the right film. This was beyond good.
("The ships are stopping…Some are turning around" relief filling the room they all smiled, a close up on Bobby Kennedy)
"Oh you’ve got dimples” Harriet innocently cooed “I think you should smile more often Clay, it looks sweet"
"It's not me" He said exasperated. Hiding his embarrassment at the compliment he had just been given.
"It can't be” AJ joked remembering the old Webb "You're not capable of smiling"
“Exactly”
"Chloe was right…..that is a one of a kind smile Clay and I'm sure I have seen it before" She wasn't falling for his lies, no one was.
"Prove its not you, smile" She dared him an evil glint in her eyes. She wasn't going to let this rest that was his smile, she would know it anywhere.
She could still remember the first time she saw it, a ‘regular James Bond’ she had called him, but she was finding out just how far from regular he really was. Even back then it beat any flyboy grin Harm could throw at her.
He looked around trying not to laugh; everyone was staring at him willing him to smile. Some, Harm and Gunny, even pulled faces but he managed to keep his cool.
Taking the opening of his distraction Mac started tickling him knowing he wouldn't be able to take it for long. He squirmed out of her reach but Gunny caught him and pinned him down for her. Unable to take it any longer he started laughing, he had been beaten fair and square.
"OK, OK," he said effectively stopping the tickling "You win, it's me" he said trying to catch his breath.
"How long ago was this, and why didn't you tell us" Harm inquired still grinning at the image of Webb squirming.
"I believe you saw me with the casting crew" Harm frowned at him "In Australia..…I would have introduced you but they knew me under a different name…..Plus you didn’t speak their language” He shrugged refusing to go into detail; after all most of it was still classified.
“Now can we finish watching the movie" He said hating the conversation being on him, he may trust them but he was still a spy and it was never good to stand out in a crowd.
Deciding to let him off the hook until the film was over. The room grew silent and they watched the film, forgetting it was Webb on the screen.
(“You let them know we need an answer tomorrow, because Monday we go to war")
Knowing the lines which where coming he stood up and went to the bathroom he couldn't be around when they were spoken. He heard there laughing as he started on the stairs.
"Can you believe it", "He looks so thin", "Why didn't he tell us" Everyone had there own comment. He hoped they would keep talking over it, but of course they didn't.
("We gave up so much to be here; sometimes I wonder what the hell did we do it for" Bobby wondered aloud "well I don't know about you but I'm in it for the money….. We knew we could do better job than everyone else.")
They laughed but quickly grew silent; Webb was opening up to them on the screen.
("You know I hate being called the brilliant one….. the ruthless one. The guy everybody afraid of, I hate it….. I'm not so smart you know..…I'm not so ruthless.")
They all looked at each other realizing why Clay had left, the emotionless spy bearing his feeling to the world.
"Ouch" Harm spoke remembering all the hard times he had given Clay. And how much his righteousness must hurt him sometimes even if he didn’t show it.
("I don't know if I can do this." Bobby confessed)
Even though he was standing on the stairs he still scrunched in on himself as the words were spoken. Not many people would understand that there was a connection between the words and him. But these people knew him; they had been peeling away the layers for years. And now here he was everything laid bare for all to see.
"I guess I have never seen it from his point of view before" Bud spoke up knowing Webb wasn’t the stubborn spy he portrayed to the world.
He walked into the room expecting some dry comment, from Harm at least. None came and he hid his grin, these were people he could trust. He knew at that point he would have to stop working with them and just be friends, there was no way he could be objective now; he was surprised at how happy it made him feel.
("My brother, my friends, my country men and I, cannot and will not permit those missiles to become operational. I promise you that.")
"You would make a great lawyer Webb" Sturgis laughed, noticing his entrance.
"Yeah I would" He stated his cockiness back.
The film ended to a round of applause for Clay. Surprisingly and to his relief the only teasing he got was about the fact he hadn't told them, not his lines and how vulnerable they made him. He owed them big now.
"Well I best get home" Mac said patting Clay on the knee "I have presents to open" She winked at him and they said there goodbyes.
When they reach the door of his town house she pushed him against it roughly kissing him. "I don't believe you have given me my present yet Mr. Webb"
"I don't know if you deserve one you have done nothing but bully me all day." He retorted.
"Don't make me torture you Webb"
"Torture will get you nowhere Miss Mackenzie" He said flicking his hair down onto his forehead and pouting out his bottom lip.
~~ THE END ~~