All Hands On Deck

Bear continued to lick the whipped cream off the cabinets while the slightly shocked team watched. Shaw turned around and headed back to one of the bedrooms, presumably following the bare butted Root.

Shaw kicked the bedroom door closed with her foot while stuffing another pancake in her mouth. Root was in the midst of getting dressed; she looked to Shaw with a smug smirk.

"Didn't the Machine warn you the guys were going to be here?" Shaw spat out in between chewing the carby delights.

"Sameen, the Machine hasn't been talking to me since you got here last night. I think she was trying to respect our privacy," Root pulled on some shorts over another stolen pair of Shaw's black boy shorts undies.

"Yeah, we don't have to worry about that anymore."

Shaw gritted through her teeth. Not that she was embarrassed to be seen with Root, just maybe uncomfortable with everyone seeing Root's bare backside. And that said bare backside was on display right now as Root rummaged through the room looking for a top and bra; Shaw found she couldn't look away. Shaw put the plate of pancakes down and walked over to Root, she leaned into the hacker's personal space and inhaled deeply. Shaw had her nose buried in Root's hair; the hacker stopped motionless, enjoying the closeness. She leaned up, turned around, and reciprocated by deeply breathing in around Shaw's hair and neck.

"Uh, you're not going to take a shower before you go back out there? You stink Root."

"And whose fault is that?" Root had a broad smile, not being able to contain Shaw sniffing her, pressing her body up against hers, and possibly inviting her to another joint shower. "You're pretty stinky yourself, Sameen," Root roamed her nose around Shaw's neck, not quite touching along in her hair while continuing to take deep quick breathes. Root lightly touched the petite primary asset in many areas with her hands, but her nose kept ghosting her neck over and over again. She then unbuttoned the white long sleeve men's tailored shirt and slid it off her petite primary asset's shoulders.

"Uh, you smell like…"

Shaw ran her hands over Root's bareback, reveling in the skin-to-skin contact; after what was probably a twenty-minute break from having her hands on the hacker, which felt longer. Her head was dazed; she knew they had to get dressed; the team was waiting for them, yet all she wanted to do was kiss Root again. Shaw wanted her head examined, why did her brain seem so foggy? Maybe the jellyfish sting had morphed into a rare tropical fever that altered brain activity and functions Shaw wondered.

"You…" right as Root said this, her hand dipped lower, and she cupped Shaw through her black boy short undies, which caused the petite primary asset to moan and press her head against Root's bare shoulder.

"It's a new musk scent. I'm a big fan."

"Well, the others might not be," Shaw managed in a ragged breath because of what Root was doing with her hand. She knew she had to pull away; she was already getting lost again in everything the hacker could bring out in her body. Damn it, and now she had to find yet another pair of underwear.

"Sameen…" Root whispered, "…we don't have time to clean up. Plus, our task involves getting wet again anyway." Root moved her fingers in a circular motion now over Shaw's hot spot. "Well, different kind of wet." Root placed a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on Shaw's neck, which brought out shudders from both of them. "So it's best to conserve water and use it later."

Shaw grabbed Root's hand that continued its circular ministrations over an area that had received a lot of special attention in the past few hours and apparently needed more. She stopped the very pleasing hand and squeezed Root's ass then slapped it hard.

"Oh, there will definitely be a later today." Shaw already felt immense pressure in her lower regions and a large pool of moisture welling up; even though they just spent a whole night together, she was hungry for more, which was unusual for her. Shaw blamed the island and their silly agreement, plus, possibly the skills of the hacker.

"Good to know Sweetie," Root ran her hand down Shaw's backside and squeezed her ass back in return with a hard, stinging slap to match. "Besides, why would I want to wash away my eau de Shaw so quickly?"

Shaw shook her head. She knew Root would have a silly ass lame answer and reason such as that for not taking a shower; plus, to punish the other teammates as well. She reluctantly pulled away from Root and rummaged around the room, finding clothes to wear.

"Nerd, stop stealing my underwear," Shaw said in a tone that meant to be gruff yet came across as more playful. "I mean it."

Root found a black tank top in one of the dresser drawers; she threw it over to Shaw. She couldn't help but stare at the stunning petite primary asset; it was still surreal to the hacker that she had just spent the entire night with Shaw. She was pretty sure she had the Machine to thank for that small miracle. They had work to do now, though; she needed to pay back for the night she was given, as hard as it was to pull away from Shaw. She wondered if the Machine could stretch out this tropical adventure for at least a few years.

As soon as they both found clothes, they followed each other out back to the main room where the team was waiting. Fusco was eating and frying up more bacon on the stove. Finch was going over something on a laptop set up on the kitchen counter while Reese and Zoe watched them walk in with smirks on their faces. Shaw just rolled her eyes at all of them; she followed Root out but made a move not to stand close to Root.

"Ms. Groves, it is much better to see you with your full ensemble on," Finch said while not lifting his eyes from his laptop.

"What he means is that it's nice not to see your bare ass Cocoa Puffs," said Fusco while he grinned at his two female teammates. "You too, wifey, although I'm guessing you're her wife now."

Shaw scowled so deeply at him; Fusco felt a shiver go down his spine. Yet he pressed on because teasing his fake wife was a lot of fun, despite bodily harm that may come in return.

"What did y'all do trapped down here last night? Play cards?" Fusco couldn't stop smiling.

"I bet it was Texas Hold 'em," said Reese with a sly smile on his face.

"Emphasis on the hold 'em," joked Fusco while lifting more bacon to his mouth, which was snatched away by Shaw with a harsh jab to his ribs at the same time.

"Along with some good 'ol strip poker," Zoe chimed in as well, taking a look at Root and Shaw, who surprisingly were staying poker-faced themselves, as if they were bluffing.

Finch stood up from his chair with a serious look on his face, "We do have urgent matters to address if everyone is done with peanut gallery comments directed towards Ms. Groves and Ms. Shaw."

Shaw and Root stole a glance at each other. The petite primary asset never thought she would be relieved to hear Finch breaking into a conversation with numbers talk as much as she was right now. Root, of course, looked unfazed and acted completely like business as usual.

Fusco smirked, "Well, you guys missed all the action last night at the hotel," said the detective while he motioned with his hands. "It was pretty chaotic; the doctor and her flunky were running around everywhere trying to calm people down. That Fred and Betty were the worst of the lot."

"Oh, there was definitely action here last night too," Shaw said without thinking, then quickly gritted her teeth. Root had a stupid grin that spread across her face.

"I bet, and I don't want to know by the looks of things," asked Fusco quickly as he looked around the messy hatch.

"I meant the storm caused a lot of chaos here last night as well…concerning you know the computers…and Bear…" Shaw stumbled with her words, realizing what she had said had caused a huge wattage smile spread across Root's face, and an actual blush appeared, which admittedly made the hacker look even more delectable and adorable. Adorable? Since when did she ever do adorable? Hot, scary, dangerous were all yeses; adorable? Okay, well, the hacker, while being adorable, was also very hot, scary, and dangerous. Shaw didn't think she had ever met anyone who covered all those categories. It was hard to pull off adorable while also being dangerous and legitimately scary, yet Root managed it exceptionally well.

Finch walked over to the big long table, broken dishes crushing under his shoes. He put his briefcase down on the table, and the whole thing collapsed completely on the ground with a loud crash. Everyone turned their heads and watched the table fall to pieces.

Root and Shaw shared a quick look at each other, so they might have used the table last night for a quick tryst before making it back to the bedroom on a snack run. Must have been that last dismount, Root did mention her tailbone hurting a bit afterward as well, Shaw remembered fondly.

"What happened to the table?" asked an exasperated Finch with a shocked and stern expression on his face as he turned to look at Root and Shaw.

"Looks like you need a good carpenter," said Root with an over-exaggerated nod and dumbfounded look on her face.

Finch shook his head in disbelief. He then looked around the hatch and noticed several areas were pretty rumpled, disheveled, and just plain broken; quite a few things destroyed. Finch did not want to know the reason for the inexcusable state of the hatch. He would assume his two co-workers got bored last night during the storm and messed things up to annoy him.

"And the broken dishes?" asked Finch, looking between his two female teammates. He didn't wait for an answer as he walked off to other areas of the hatch.

"Did y'all feel the earthquake? I think it was caused by the uh…slight…volcano…eruption," Shaw was a horrible liar when she wasn't undercover sometimes, she awkwardly crossed her arms against her chest.

"Does the earthquake also explain something that exploded in the kitchen?" asked an amused Fusco, "What is this…whip cream everywhere?" Fusco ran a finger along some of the cream that Bear didn't lick off the cabinets.

"Why is the mattress up against the wall in the third bedroom?" asked Reese, "Did the earthquake or volcano shake it off the bed frame and stand it up right?" He couldn't help the sly grin on his face.

"Do I want to know how the treadmill got broken?" called out Finch from the exercise room. "Or the smashed mirror in the gym?"

"There are bubbles in the hallway from an overflowing hot tub," Zoe said with a lopsided smirk. "That's impressive." She gave a nod to Root and Shaw, who tried to act as unaffected and breezy as possible during this sort of interrogation.

"Is that my Degas painting with a tear down the middle? What happened in the office?" Finch's voice started to become more and more agitated.

"That was a replica, right?" asked Root cautiously.

"No, Ms. Groves, it was not," said a stunned Finch.

Root looked a teeny bit sheepishly at Shaw, who maintained a cold, blank stare.

Shaw was getting uncomfortable with all her teammate's questions, especially since they all pertained to last night's sex escapades all over the hatch with Root.

"Hey! Do you want to hear what Root discovered last night or not?" Shaw raised her voice over her fellow teammates.

"Uh, Shorty, I think we all know what Root discovered last night," joked Fusco while Shaw shot him death glares with her eyes.

Root almost laughed, but then she saw Shaw's very agitated face and decided for smoothing things over and getting on with business. After all, the team ruined her chances at morning sex, so she was a little agitated as well, okay, so they ruined her chances of a second round of morning sex. They still did have work to do, and hopefully, the faster they got it done right now, she could have a few more private moments with Shaw. And hopefully, destroy some more furniture in the process to annoy Harry; although, she did feel kind of bad about the Degas painting.

Taking her cue, Root started talking to the team.

"Last night, I noticed there seemed to be a connection between the weather and the attack on the undersea cable. I think it was a diversion," Root walked over to the workstation computer and pulled up some maps to show everyone. Shaw stood off further to the side with her arms crossed against her chest.

Finch came up and stood by Root's side, "I had the same thoughts, Mrs. Groves while monitoring things last night at the hotel where there was no earthquake or volcano disturbance." He adjusted his glasses while he took a closer look at her data.

"The increased windmills," both Root and Finch said at the same time.

Root gave Finch a small smile, which was not returned, understandable given the state of his hatch.

"I'm sure you saw the same discrepancies I saw while monitoring them last night," Root leaned forward on her elbows.

"You were monitoring something else besides Shaw last night?" asked Fusco with a grin; Shaw scowled at him from a few feet away.

"Yes, Lionel. Actually, that's why I came here during the storm, believe it or not. And Shaw came to check on Bear," Root shot back to the nosy, mouthy detective.

"Yeah, I think Bear is probably traumatized for life by the looks of this place," Fusco raised his eyebrows and looked over to Bear who didn't seem to care and continued to sniff around the kitchen for more whip cream to lap up.

"Ms. Groves, did the Machine say anything?" Finch said rather curtly, hoping to get everyone to stay on the urgent topic.

"Last night, an undersea cable, the one we saw before, was either destroyed or damaged enough to cut off a large amount of data…" Root continued while she pulled up some maps on the monitors. "Looks like large chunks of the country went dark, data-wise."

Reese, Zoe, Fusco, and Shaw looked on with concerned faces at the monitors displaying the graphs and data.

"Yes, I saw the surges as well, and the news reports. 37% of the country is without social media and not dealing well emotionally with the loss. Of course, the bigger issue is the actual relevant data that is not being transferred right now," said Finch as he typed on one of the keyboards with Root looking over his shoulder.

"Did the Machine have any ideas on how to fix it?" asked Reese with a slightly concerned look on his face.

"Just the old fashioned way," Root said while still leaning over Finch and scrutinizing the monitors' data.

"Which would be?" asked Shaw, moving closer to the desk to stand off Root's side, but not too close.

"Harry and I are going for a swim," Root said with a twinkle in her eye.

Having picked up on why Root didn't go scuba diving before, Shaw spoke up fast. "Well, you're not scuba diving, of course." The petite primary asset had a very serious look on her face as she stared at Root. She didn't know much about cochlear implants and scuba diving, but she didn't want to risk Root getting hurt that way.

"Most likely, we will have to pull the cable up to fix it, so not too much scuba diving. Just maybe a little dip in the ocean," Root said while giving Shaw a small smile.

"I can fix it," Shaw had a determined look on her face.

"Sweetie, this requires more of a delicate touch that only Harry and I can provide," Root wanted to reach out and touch Shaw's arm, however, she also wanted to give her some space after their recent interrogation by the team.

"These undersea cables can break down over time or even get partly destroyed by sharks and other environmental elements; however, this definitely looks manufactured. We need to fix it immediately," Finch said as he looked at everybody.

"We also still need to find out what's in Tinswell's notes since that clipboard was stolen from Joan," Reese said seriously, as he went to find supplies to load up.

"Why didn't y'all find out last night?" asked Root with a curious face to Fusco, Finch, and Zoe.

Fusco just shrugged, "The hotel being without electricity made getting around tricky. Joan was still mostly out of it after her scare. And when Tinswell wasn't busy counseling all the guests on the loss of their bird chirping gossip app thing or the instant photo thing, she was consoling Joan after the attack." Fusco explained as he looked around the hatch looking for something else destroyed to rib is fake wife about.

Zoe took the cue, "I'll head back to the resort and see what I can find out. I'm glad you two were safe from the storm last night." The Fixer winked to Root and Shaw before leaving. Root smiled back at Zoe while Shaw rolled her eyes.

After gathering all the essential tools, they might need to fix the broken undersea cable; Finch, Fusco, Reese, Root, and Shaw emerged from the hatch and walked towards the car they drove over from the resort. Shaw stopped when she saw the resort jeep. She also paused, stuffing more breakfast food into her mouth to point out the obvious.

"Finch, is this the only car there is? It's only a four-seater."

"Zoe took the other one back with her," Reese replied.

"There's five of us," Shaw said a bit exasperated. She was cranky and admittedly still very horny, which wasn't a great combo in the tropical heat. Root's casual attire wasn't helping either. Despite her intense six plus private hours with Root, that aspect hadn't seemed to die down. If anything, it seemed to ramp up a bit more. How was that possible? She was hornky. And she knew Root would exploit this as soon as she figured it out.

"You got into medical school with that slow uptake?" asked Fusco, who got a smack on his fake wife's arm.

"Looks like someone will have to sit on someone's lap," said Root with a smile on her face as she stared hard at Shaw.

"I'm driving," Shaw said while stuffing pancakes rolled around bacon in her mouth. She could only imagine the amount of grinding Root would do if she sat on her lap; it would make it damn nearly impossible to concentrate on the mission.

"Shaw, c'mon, you're the most lit…" before Fusco could finish, he got the deadliest stare down from the petite primary asset, so he stopped talking. He didn't want to get smacked again; Shaw could pack a hard smack.

"Wouldn't you rather eat?" asked Reese with a hopeful shrug. He did get bummed sometimes; he never got to drive.

"I can do both," Shaw jumped into the driver's seat.

Shaw waited in the driver's seat for the rest of them to get situated in the jeep. Finch, of course, took the front passenger seat leaving Fusco, Reese, and Root to fight for the two remaining seats. The gear they needed was stored away in the trunk.

"Well, hubby if you don't mind," Root climbed up in the jeep to sit on Reese's lap, who had an annoyed look on his face. And then scrunched up his nose once as Root got situated on his lap, he grimaced at one point.

Shaw hated to admit maybe this wasn't her best seat choice. She didn't want the guys treating her and Root differently just because they happened to find them mostly naked and alone together, yet she kind of wished now her lap was a seat option for Root. The petite primary asset steered the jeep and headed towards the ocean, getting coordinates from Finch on the dock where there was a tugboat they could commandeer for this mission. Looking in the rear-view mirror and seeing Root sit on Reese's lap was not something she enjoyed seeing even though it was kind of funny to see the tall guy so uncomfortable. Yet she got angry seeing Root on Reese's lap, and particularly a touch of seething when he held onto her waist on bumpy sections of the barely carved out jungle road. And it didn't help that Root had to put her arms loosely around his neck to hang on. Okay, on the way back, Root was sitting in her lap, damn all the silly comments they will get. And damn Root's wandering hands and most likely inappropriate bumpy grinding in her lap.

As they pulled up to the dock, they saw the tugboat they were going to borrow for a bit. It was a decent tugboat with a higher and lower deck. They all got on the tugboat; Reese and Shaw went to the upper deck and started up the boat. Then the staring match ensued on who would drive the boat. Reese lost and shuffled off to help Finch and Root set up the gear on the lower deck. Root stepped inside the main cabin to pull on her wetsuit.

After about twelve minutes out to sea, Finch had Shaw stop the boat. She then descended to the lower deck on the ladder. Fusco and Reese were helping Finch get fully suited up in his scuba gear.

"We should be directly over the cable here," he held onto his underwater infrared radar.

"She says you're right, Harry," Root emerged from the cabin changed into a short-sleeve wetsuit, that also had very short leggings. She sauntered out to join the team on the deck.

Shaw wondered where Root had been hiding that, the hacker looked rather stunning in a wetsuit. She was beginning to hate all the outfit choices on this mission. They were all distracting. Root caught Shaw staring at her and filed that away.

"Looks like we'll have to dive in to fix it after all," Root scavenged around the deck for the rest of her scuba gear and started assembling it.

Shaw walked over and stood in front of her. "No way, Root."

Reese, Finch, and Fusco looked back and forth between the two women. All three men became super focused on assembling Finch's scuba gear.

"Sameen, it's the only way," Root looked at the gauges on the gear and kept assembling. She motioned over to Finch for him to start getting ready.

"What so people can comment on some cousin's ugly baby photos or cats doing something stupid? It's not worth it," Shaw grabbed the mouthpiece from Root's hand.

"It's way more than that Shaw," Root sounded a little exasperated at Shaw, although she did smile warmly at her petite primary asset. In her own way, Shaw cared, she thought; she cared for all of them. Way deeper than the petite primary asset would ever admit verbally or non-verbally.

"She's right, Ms. Shaw. This has turned into a relevant situation regarding data and tied into the data are lives that are at risk," said Finch in a very uncomfortable wetsuit, thankfully his was a full-body covering one.

Root finished assembling her scuba gear then started on Finch's while Reese and Fusco secured the boat. Shaw kept her eyes glued on the sea for any approaching boats or any suspicious activity. She didn't want to look at Root for various reasons.

Shaw walked to the far edge of the boat away from the rest of the team. She needed a better look out over the water. Root came up next to her.

"She did some calculations, at the level we are diving, the pressure is fine for my implant." Root could see Shaw's medical mind working. She didn't know if this was an actual concern for her or the mission. It was always the mission for Shaw; she's a good soldier through and through; one of the reasons Root was a big fan of the petite primary asset.

Shaw rolled her eyes. "What about weapons?"

Root pulled out an underwater pistol that shot steel darts; she gave Shaw a head titled smile.

Shaw rolled her eyes again. "You know these aren't great. The range is only about 100 feet, and the accuracy is crap." She grabbed the underwater pistol and examined it.

"Hopefully, we won't need them; this is a quick fix. Besides, there's always the traditional standby," Root leaned into Shaw's personal space.

"Your taser isn't going to work underwater. Neither is your iron," Shaw squinted her eyes at Root.

Root pulled out a knife and held it between them. Her other hand landed on Shaw's ass, where the petite primary asset quickly removed it with a quick twist to the arm. "Maybe we can celebrate with an iron later?"

Shaw started blankly at Root then stomped around the boat, busying herself with equipment.

"I don't know why Reese and I can't fix the cable," Shaw spouted angrily, mostly at Root.

Root walked over and grabbed Shaw's arm gently. "There are too many components of the cable to explain quickly. If you could make sure none of Samaritan's agents come after us down there, that would be extremely helpful." She then leaned into Shaw's ear so that the guys couldn't hear. "I'll pay you back later."

"Payback is gonna be rough," Shaw snapped back to Root.

"Promise?" Root flirted back to Shaw.

"I could stab you with a fishing pole," Shaw grabbed one of the said poles to push it between her and the hacker.

"Just stab the bad guys if they pop up," Root did her non-wink.

Shaw sighed. "I'm not Aquaman, how am I going to tell if someone is coming after you two underwater?" The petite primary asset spat out agitated. "Then what? Send in some sharks to beat them up?"

"Make sure they're the sharks with lasers beams," Fusco joked, then stopped and looked seriously at Root, "Don't jump a shark though, that's bad luck."

Shaw gave Fusco a cold, scolding stare.

Root went over to pull something out of the equipment pile. "Use this," Root handed over a tiny monitor attached to fishing wire along with fake bait. "This is a camera on the line, not bait. You can watch on the monitor here." The hacker motioned to a small monitor that she fastened on to the fishing pole. She then handed another pole over to Fusco.

Finch looked very uncomfortable in his scuba gear. "Believe me, Ms. Shaw, I would much rather have you go in my place down there." He picked up his mouthpiece and looked over in disgust. "I never fully mastered the technique of swimming."

Shaw threw her hands in the air in anger and frustration.

Root and Finch quickly finished putting on their scuba gear; they looked out over the water below. Reese, Fusco, and Shaw stood next to them and looked a little uneasy about their group's two tech ops going underwater.

"Finch, if it can't be fixed easily, let it go. It's too risky having both of you down there," Reese said with a serious look on his face. He was getting quite the deep tan from all the outdoor activities. "I'm sure the Machine will have other ideas on how to stop Samaritan from compromising all that data."

"Thank you, John," Finch said while positioning his glasses under his big goggles.

The three men looked to each other briefly before looking over to Root and Shaw, in an unspoken head nod they wondered if they needed to give the two women a moment. That idea was dashed very quickly when Shaw grabbed Root's mouthpiece, shoved it in her mouth then pushed the hacker off the boat unceremoniously into the ocean water. All three men raised their eyebrows and then turned to look at Shaw, who only shrugged. Root made a big splash then surfaced up to the water, only smiling up at her petite primary asset.

Finch readjusted the scuba gear over his head one more time, making sure his earpiece was in place. Then he secured his goggles and mouthpiece and then slid slowly into the ocean water. Root was treading water waiting for him.

"Thanks for the send-off Shaw," Root splashed as hard as she could, trying to land some ocean water on Shaw.

"Ms. Groves please, can we just get this over with," Finch pleaded, you could still see how hard he was squinting through his big goggles and scuba headgear.

"Sure thing Harry," Root checked Finch's gear before they fully submerged underwater. "Let's go see what's in Davy Jones's Locker." As soon as Root finished her nerdy one-liner, they both disappeared underwater.

"That's not a good euphemism to use right now," Reese deadpanned while looking down at the water where his teammates disappeared.

They were out of sight pretty quickly, sinking down to the depths of the ocean. The whole thing gave Shaw a stomachache; then again, she thought she was probably just hungry.

After a few minutes of scanning the ocean repeatedly and the monitor on the fishing pole for any movement, Root and Finch finally showed up as a small blip on the monitor. When Root got closer, she pulled the camera to her to kiss it. Shaw rolled her eyes at the nerd hacker.

"I think something is down there with them," Fusco said in a slightly worried tone. "Oh wait, it's like a huge eel or something. Maybe a stingray? The ones that look like they have big floppy ears."

"Those aren't ears, Lionel, stingrays, are related to sharks. Do you see sharks on your side?" Shaw had a serious look on her face as she stared down at the ocean water, "Root, is it all clear?"

Shaw looked up to Reese on the higher deck; he nodded at her, meaning, of course, the water was still clear of any other boats.

Shaw studied the monitor intensely; she thought she saw some movement from the corner of the screen that looked odd. It kind of did look like a cool stingray.

"Hey, Root. Do us a favor and don't get stung by some exotic stingray," Shaw moved the fishing pole around so the camera at the end of the line would get a better view.

There was a brief pause on the line then some static. "I'm kinda hoping to get stung by a certain jellyfish," you could hear the wink in Root's voice over the communication link.

"Root…if you do, you're on your own. Or Lionel here can help you," Shaw repositioned the fishing pole again; she was antsy for Root and Finch to return to the surface. She wasn't happy about their two nerds being at nearly the bottom of the ocean, basically unprotected. And the thought of Root being the one stung by the insane sex-crazed jellyfish did tug out a small smile on her lips. She could only imagine how much dangerous fun Root would be under the influence; actually, it might not be that different from her regular personality.

"No way, I can't imagine Banana Nut Crunch with more nuts. Besides, you owe her," said Fusco as he readjusted his pole to get a better view. "Wait…I think I see something…" he was serious now.

Shaw moved over quickly to see what Fusco was seeing on his monitor.

There appeared to be two people speeding very quickly along the bottom, getting closer and closer to Root and Finch, she gritted her teeth.

"Root! There are two perps headed your way, your three o'clock," Shaw said very urgently, she touched her ear as if that helped the message get to Root quicker.

"The numbers aren't doing it for me, Sweetie. Let's try an ascending tone cue for right, descending for left," Root responded back to Shaw playfully.

"I'm going to descend a tone in your ass if you don't look left," Shaw yelled at Root through the communication links.

Shaw rushed up to look at the monitor again on the fishing pole. Two people were closing in on Root and Finch while they worked away on repairing the cable.

"Root! Two Samaritan agents are twenty feet away at your three o'clock," Shaw then looked at Fusco's monitor, which had a slightly different angle of the situation down below.

Root didn't respond right away.

Shaw had an extremely determined look on her face.

Shaw threw her fishing pole monitor down on the ground. She searched around the boat until she found all the essential parts to another scuba ensemble.

"I'm going down there to kill her myself."

Reese had binoculars and was scanning the ocean for another boat.

"There are no boats anywhere in sight." Then he went and looked over at the monitors and saw the two people approaching Root and Finch more clearly. "They've got high powered sea scooters, that's how they're moving around so fast." He then descended the ladder to the lower deck and went rummaging through the gear they brought on board and found one.

Shaw was busy pulling off her tank top; wearing her black bikini every day on the island became a habit. Reese came up to her with the sea scooter as she yanked her shorts off. He helped her put on a makeshift scuba gear that would last long enough for her to get down there and kick some ass. Before he could tell her anything, she leapt off the boat's side, splashing down hard in the ocean water. Reese leaned over the edge with the sea scooter; Shaw yanked it from his hands. She then kicked, submerged herself underwater, then fired up the sea scooter and pointed it straight down to the bottom.

By the time Shaw got to the bottom, Root was fighting with both agents, one taller guy, and one shorter guy, while Finch continued fixing the undersea cable, completely oblivious to all the action. The shorter guy was injured already from Root, stabbing him with her knife in his arm. He cried out in pain, momentarily off to the side as Shaw proceeded to hold onto the sea scooter as it propelled her closer to Root. The hacker looked up from punching the taller guy, which looked like in slow motion due to being underwater. She made eye contact with Shaw, as soon as the petite primary asset got closer. She used the sea scooter's speed to drop kick the taller guy in the chest; she then let go of the sea scooter. She swam over to Root, she reached around her waist and retrieved the underwater pistol from her belt. Just then, the shorter guy with the leg wound lunged for her in slow motion; Shaw kicked off him pushing her further away. The slight distance gave Shaw a better angle as she shot the underwater pistol at the shorter guy. The steel dart pierced his leg; blood flowed in the water like a red cloud hitting a blue sky. Suddenly, the taller guy came upon him on the sea scooter, pulled his arm, and both sped off further into the deep ocean. Shaw aimed and shot the taller guy in his upper back as they sped away.

Root turned to stare at Shaw, then violently hunched over in pain and cried out over the communication links. She grabbed her ear.

Damn it, Shaw thought. The underwater pressure had hurt her cochlear implant.

Finch turned around, so focused on working on the cable, he hadn't noticed that Shaw was there now. All he saw was Root hunched over in pain and a shadowy figure near her; it was a fast blur. He grabbed for his underwater pistol and shot a steel dart at Shaw. He landed it in her leg.

"FINCH!" Shaw screamed out over the communication links.

On the tugboat, Reese and Fusco froze, staring at each with serious, worried faces. "What's happening, Shaw? Is Finch okay?"

"No…no…no he's not." Shaw spoke in a ragged breath. "He's going to be a dead man."

Reese and Fusco stared at each other confused and worried while looking at the monitors and trying to figure out what was going on underwater.

"I'm going to kill him," there was an undercurrent of murderous rage in Shaw's voice over the communication link. She looked down through her goggles to see the steel dart sticking out in her leg. She reached over, gritted her teeth, and pulled it out roughly. Blood started flowing out in puffs like clouds in the water.

Finch looked over and made the most egregious face, "Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Shaw!"

"Shaw, you went down there to kill Root. Are you killing Finch as well?" Reese said with cheerful mirth to his voice. He thought if Shaw was threatening to kill Finch, then she must have wiped out the bad guys momentarily. He repositioned the fishing pole and now could see Finch and Shaw huddled around Root, who seemed to be in pain. "Shaw, did you really shoot Root again?"

"No, she's having trouble with her implant. We need to get her up ASAP." Shaw reached over to get Root to look up into her eyes. The hacker was clearly in pain, a lot of pain.

"You know the rules Shaw, don't ascend too ASAP," Reese said sternly.

"No shit, dumbass," Shaw said very harshly. Not only was she in pain and bleeding, but also Root could be even more trouble.

The blood from Shaw's leg came out as a slow trickle underwater, like smoke billowing out of a chimney.

"Finch! Let's go!" Shaw grabbed Root's waist and held her tight as she slowly moved them up to the surface; the hacker leaned into her.

Root laid her head against Shaw's chest. Finch followed right behind them. "

Take it nice and easy, Finch." Shaw ran her hand up and down Root's arm, "Hang in there," she said in the calmest tone she could manage while also managing the pain in her leg and accessing Root's injuries.

They finally reached the water's surface slowly; Reese, along with Fusco, helped pull them up on the boat. Shaw frantically started removing her scuba gear and then went to work on removing Root's as cautiously as possible. Root winced in pain.

"Shaw…" Root got out into between labored breaths, "…I don't know if it's pressure…" she could barely talk, "…or something else."

"Here, let me take a look," Shaw carefully tilted Root's head so she could get a better look in her ear. She barked at Finch to hand her a flashlight. She couldn't see anything wrong with Root's ear or implant.

"Ms. Shaw, what about your leg?" Finch looked horrified at what he had done to Shaw's leg; she had quite the small gash in her leg.

"I'm fine, Harold, just help Root," Shaw grabbed a nearby towel and wrapped it around her leg after quickly examining and accessing it was just a basic flesh wound, nothing too big.

Reese and Fusco headed to the upper deck again, the bridge of the tugboat to get going and put some distance in case more Samaritan agents came after them.

Shaw was so angry she wanted to smash Finch's glasses for her leg wound; it was definitely slowing down her thinking in regards to how best to help Root. She saw how much pain Root was in, she scooted down on the floor of the boat and pulled Root partly in her lap. She held Root's head in between her legs, "Hey, remember how we met?"

"I tried to burn you with an iron," Root got out in pained gasps. She grabbed hold of Shaw's thigh for support, thankfully the non-shot one.

"Yeah, this might be just as fun," Shaw said back to Root with a smirk.

"Well, my head is in between your legs," Root said through a few quick intakes of quick breathing.

"Too bad it's not a jellyfish sting, so I could return the favor by peeing on you," Shaw looked into Root's ear again.

Root winced in pain and grabbed her head harder along with Shaw's thigh. "I'm not really into that kink Sweetie, but I'm all up for you marking your territory."

Finch looked through the medical bag and found a sedative to give to Root. "I found a sedative Ms. Shaw for Root."

Root continued to writhe in pain while sweat poured off of her.

"Ms. Shaw, we need…Root to be still, so I can administer the needle," Harold had a very concerned look on his face. He wasn't happy about attempting to give Root a shot on a bumpy boat.

"Okay, Root, listen. You need to be still okay?" Shaw looked down into Root's eyes, as best as she could as the hacker kept closing them during difficult breaths and the pounding pain in her head, like twenty car alarms going off inside your skull.

Shaw gripped Root's head firmer in her hands. Then she leaned down and kissed Root on the lips, she was slow, and her lips lingered. It was extremely tender, so Harold shifted uncomfortably, witnessing the intimate moment between the two women. Shaw smirked down to Root, who quieted down in her thrashing and adoringly stared into Shaw's face.

Shaw sat up to get Finch's attention to administer the sedative. "Okay, Finch…" she abruptly stopped talking because Finch had turned around at the same time and just ran into her with the needle.

And Finch accidentally discharged the needle of painkillers when it hit Shaw's arm.

"Finch!"

"Oh, Ms. Shaw!" Finch looked scared and shocked at the same time.

Finch was worried about what Shaw was going to do with him and his grievous mistake.

"What happened down there?" Reese yelled from the upper deck. "Fusco, take the wheel." He descended down the ladder and joined Finch and Shaw in a staring contest.

Finch turned to Reese. "I'm afraid I just injected Ms. Shaw with a large dose of sedative."

Reese turned to Shaw, who was starting to sway back and forth, the drugs already starting to take effect. He looked over at Root already passed out on the floor partially in Shaw's lap.

"Fuck you Harold…" Shaw started feeling herself about to pass out, "…and…your stupid….glasssssses." Then she fell backward on the boat completely unconscious. Root now passed out from the pain, laying half on Shaw.

Fusco looked down at Root, and Shaw passed out while Reese and Finch stood there dumbfounded.

"I don't think we're at the top of our game here in Hawaii," the detective yelled down at his fellow teammates.

Root woke up from briefly passing out from the pain. The pain was gone completely. It was as if the car alarms in her head got turned off abruptly. She sat up; she looked around, confused, and saw Shaw sprawled out on the boat, not moving.

"Shaw!" Root leaned over to Shaw; she ran her hands over her petite primary asset's body, looking for any injuries. Her hand got blood on it quickly from the leg wound. "Is she okay?" She ran her hands through Shaw's hair. "Did she get shot?"

"Yeah, she kind of did," said Reese with a scrunched up nose and nervous face.

"Who shot her?" Root asked in a very scary voice.

"It was an…accident Ms. Groves," Finch said a bit bewildered in a very wobbly voice, scared of one seething Analog Interface, her eyes getting closer and closer to the murderous zone. She was even scarier than Ms. Shaw.

"Harold…" Root stared at him with cold, bitter eyes. "…you shot Shaw? On accident?"

"It was a shot." Finch looked at Root's wild and crazy eyes and had to correct himself immediately. "A syringe of painkillers meant for you. Ms. Shaw bumped into me." Finch was truly scared of Root. He didn't want to tell her at this moment he was also responsible for Ms. Shaw's leg injury.

Root sat back on her legs for a moment, a thoughtful expression coming over her face. "Oh, you drugged her?" The murderous rage started slowly draining away from her face.

Finch nodded slowly and carefully as if backing away slowly from a wild, crazed animal about to attack.

"Well, who hasn't been there," Root leaned over Shaw and brushed some of her wet hair from her face.

A huge wave of relief washed over Finch as Root looked like she wasn't going to murder him, for now.