Summer leaned forward and put her hands on the desk, a lock of hair slipping over her shoulder. Very precisely, she put her hands so their fingertips were barely touching. “I need you to get me into Israel.”
She glared up at the woman, he eyes narrowing, she could feel the other agent’s eyes burning into her back but she dare not turn around. “And why should I help you -” she trailed off the the NCIS visitor identification tag hanging from her shirt, “Summer? Why should I help you?”
“Because in general it’s not a good idea to tell SHIELD no. And the next person they send won’t be as nice as I am.” Summer’s smile was, indeed, nice, but with a hint of an edge.