Title: High Stakes And Risky Business

Author: Sara and Lizzie

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Yea, we don't own the OC, The CIA, the city of philadelphia or anything else we use. If we inadvertently borrow something from another source, we apologize.

Summary: AU. Seth and Summer lost touch since they broke up in college. Summer is designing clothes and jet setting with the Hollywood crowd. And Seth is an accountant? However, when both of them end up in the City Of Brotherly Love, Seth makes a request of Summer that reveals to her his real job, and his love that's anything but brotherly, while putting both of their lives- not to mention the free world- in danger.

Author's Note: This is our fun fic. It's unrealistic and we're taking a lot of dramatic liberties. Maybe you'll love it, maybe you'll hate it. But, review. Please.

Okay. So we haven't updated this since 2005. BUT, we remembered how much we loved it, and thought, hey, maybe someone will read it. So if you do, uhhh,

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Hotel Cipriani, Venice, Italy

Summer strode confidently into the bar at Cipriani's in Venice. Seth's CIA team had confirmed Montcalm's location, and she marched in, Chanel sunglasses and Marc Jacobs sundress settling on her perfect body. She pretended not to see Montcalm, and settled at the bar near him.

She signaled the bartender, and felt his presence next to her. "Get the lady a champagne cocktail." He told the man behind the bar. Summer refrained from outwardly rolling her eyes, instead choosing to smile confidently.

"Ketel One and tonic, lots of ice." She told the bartender.

Montcalm raised his eyebrows. "Very bold for a woman."

"I like to make a statement." Summer said coyly, batting her eyelashes as she pushed her sunglasses onto her forehead. She folded her hands in front of her and turned to him. "We seem to meet in the strangest places." She said, smiling.

"That we do, Miss Roberts."

"And here I didn't think you would remember me." She said. From his hotel room upstairs, watching through a hidden camera, and listening in on a hidden microphone, Seth rolled his eyes. She could lay it on thick if she had to. He remembered the kiss they had shared, the kiss that had left him breathless. Had that been a game to her as well?

Montcalm smiled again. It was the smile that charmed women all over the world. "A woman like you is impossible to forget. Are you enjoying Venice so far?"

"I always enjoy Venice." She mused. "But this trip has been particularly interesting indeed." She smiled to herself. That wasn't a lie. The handsome bartender placed a cocktail in front of her, and she picked it up and sipped it.

"This is a business trip? Or pleasure?" he asked, drawing out the word pleasure.

"A little of both." She said, one eye dropping down in a lazy wink. "I've never been good at separating the two."

"We have that in common, Miss. Roberts."

"Summer." She corrected in voice that even through a microphone, gave Seth shivers. She took another sip of her drink and put it down again. She looked at her watch, seeing that she had been there for seven minutes. Seth had said no more than ten. "I have to be going. Nice to see you again, Mr. Montcalm. I do hope we meet again."

"I'll make sure we do, Summer."

A short water taxi ride took her to a smaller island, one of the many that composed Venice, and to the Hungarian Palace Hotel, where the entire top floor was composed of CIA conference rooms and living quarters for Seth's team. She let herself into Seth's room and stood before him. "That asshole is slick." She said, her face contorting into one of disgust.

Seth nodded, frowning. "He likes you." He stated simply.

"So do a lot of men, Seth."

"I never even asked you if you were seeing anyone." He mumbled quietly, looking down and shuffling his feet, looking a lot like the Seth Cohen she remembered from high school.

"I'm not." She said quickly. "Are you…?"

He shook his head. "Job's not conducive to a relationship. Plus, there's this girl. I used to date her. Loved her. Never really got over it." Summer's eyes widened as he said what they were both feeling, putting it out in the open to make sure that from here on out, it was complicated.

Seth and Summer did complicated well. They always had, and something told her that they always would. Except she had never expected for always to resurface. She thought her time with Seth was over, lost and gone, but apparently, she was wrong. She stood in his room, his breathing quickening, staring at him.

Seth shook his head and made a choice. It was a bad choice, but it seemed like the only one he could make. He crossed the room to her in seconds and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her hard. She parted her lips to invite his tongue into her mouth, and moaned into him. His hands ran down the tan skin of her back until they found the zipper of her sundress. He unzipped quickly, as she reached for the button on his pants.

He kissed her towards the bed, and she broke the kiss, removing her dress hastily as he shed the rest of his clothes. Gone was the routine. When they were together, they had sex all the time. She knew what to expect, she knew him. She had forgotten. The touch of their skin against each other's was newly exciting, yet comfortingly familiar at the same time. As his tongue pushed it's way back into her mouth again, exploring it, she sat on the bed, and scooted backwards, laying back against the pillows.

Seth stared at her. She looked like a Venetian goddess with her dark hair fanning out against the white pillowcases. She held out her hand and he took it. She pulled him on top of her and he ran his hands from her hips up her body. She squirmed beneath him as he kissed her neck, breathy sighs escaping her lips naturally. He slipped inside of her easily, like they had never been apart, and she surrendered her racing thoughts to the moment. Their moment.

From the balcony of his suite at his hotel, Henry Montcalm could see all of Venice Proper. It held possibilities beyond his wildest imaginations. Ideas, energies. A recruiting ground. Those he needed to find were not soldiers, they were not mercenaries. They were ordinary. Ordinary people were the driving force of his operation, because he had learned how to use them.

Like Summer Roberts. Beautiful, talented, cultured, yet hopelessly naive. She thought she was flirting with, seducing a business man. She didn't know who he was, what he stood for, yet she was like putty in his hands.

But she was strong that one, and he would need a few weeks to get under her skin. But once he did that, he would melt her and mold her into part of his plan. His genius could not be stopped. It could not be contained.