Marissa: I'm not going over there.

Bryan: Why not? You know you're the only one he does anything for on a timely basis.

Marissa: I'm not doing it. Find yourself another sacrificial lamb.

Bryan: But he likes you.

Marissa: So?

Bryan: He likes you ALOT.

Marissa: Hence the reason I'm not going over there. Have you seen the way he looks at me? He's........creepy. Have you noticed the squalor he works in? No one wants to sit near him, hence the reason he's by himself at the back of the office. I've seen some disturbing things before Anderson, but nothing like that.

Bryan: He's just has organization issues. I'm sure if you give him a few pointers and help him clean up his cubicle he won't seem so bad.

Marissa: Don't make me vomit all over you Anderson.

Bryan: Come on Carter. Help your partner out.
I need his help in order for me to get that report to Burger ASAP, and I can't do that without cracking these codes.

Marissa: Then you go make him have a crush on you.

Bryan: I'm not his type.

Marissa: *rolls eyes at Bryan*

Bryan: Okay, how about this? I'll buy you coffee for a week if you do it.

Marissa: Make it a month, and throw in two dinners at Rare and you've got yourself a deal.

Bryan: *lets out loud sigh* Woman you drive a hard bargain. How about coffee for a month and two meals at Applebees?

Marissa: *raises eyebrows* You want those codes like yesterday?

Bryan: *nods*

Marissa: Then I'm holding my original request.

Bryan: *drops head in hands* Okay fine. Rare it is. Now go.

Marissa: Do you still have that mini bottle of vodka taped to the back of your desk?

Bryan: Yeah.

Marissa: Hand it over.

Bryan: What for?

Marissa: Courage Anderson. I am not facing that Pig-Pen man-boy sober.

Bryan: Man-boy? *chuckles* You sure have a way with vocabulary.

Marissa: *stretched out hand* The bottle Anderson.

Five minutes later.......

Marissa: *saunters up to Stephen's desk* Hey!

Stephen: *Spins around quickly in chair and knocks over over-flowing pencil cup* M-m-marissa.....I mean Agent Carter.


Marissa: *tries not to cringe at sight of messy desk and floor around him* Hey Stephen. I was wondering if you could help me with something.

Stephen: *eyes open wide* Of course! What do you need? Here! Sit down.
*removes stack of papers and a moldy sandwich from chair next to his desk*

Marissa: *vomits in mouth a little* No thanks. I'm not staying long.

Stephen: *looks dejected*

Marissa: Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me out with configuring some codes we got off a wire-tap.

Stephen: What kind of code is it?

Marissa: Numerical. *hands folder to him*

Stephen: Right up my alley. *takes folder and scans pages*

Stephen: Hmmm....interesting.

Marissa: Can you decipher anything?

Stephen: *engrossed in file* Maybe. Hard to tell until I'm in it. Looks like it's an Affine Cipher code. What that means is it's a combination of the shift cipher and the multiplication cipher. What we do, is we first multiply the cipher by a "multiplier." We then use a "shift." This is an....."

Marissa: Stephen!

Stephen: Huh?

Marissa: I don't need to know how you do it. I just need you to do it.

Stephen: *looks at her sheepishly* Oops....sorry. Got carried away there for a minute.

Marissa: No problem. When should I come back for it?

Stephen: You don't have to. I'll bring it to you. *graces her with a wide grin*

Marissa: *suppresses shudder* Uummm....I may not be here, but you can give it to Agent Anderson. He'll know what to do with it. Thanks by the way for doing this on such short notice. *smiles sweetly at Stephen*

Stephen: *smiles back, then reaches out and places hand on Marissa's arm* Anything for you.

Marissa: *bites down on lips to keep from shrieking, and takes a step back, dislodging Stephen's hand* Okay then. Bye!

Marissa hurries back to her desk, holding her arm at an awkward angle.


Marissa: Eeeww! Eeeww! Eeeww!

Bryan: What happened?

Marissa: He touched me! Quick! Cut my arm off!

Bryan: What? Stop being a drama queen Carter. The boy is harmless.

Marissa: *searches through desk with untouched arm* Where the hell is it?

Bryan: What are you looking for?

Marissa: The can of Lysol I always keep in here. Where the hell is it?!!!! Shit! Okay. Got it! Here, spray my arm.

Bryan: *shakes head at Marissa while taking can from her* You know you're overreacting right?

Marissa: Shut up and spray! *Holds arm out rigidly*

Bryan: This is insane.

Marissa: How about if I rub my arm up on you? *glares at him*

Bryan: Are you out of your damn mind? *looking at her with wide eyes*
One of us has to live in order to tell the story.

Marissa: Gee Anderson, don't let anyone tell you you're not a gentleman. Now spray the damn thing already. I need my arm so I can shoot you in your leg for making me go over there.

Bryan: In that case...... *takes off running with Lysol can in hand*

Marissa: *fuming* He is sooooooooo dead.