|In love and war
Author: Fantasy4me PM
Two people. One works for the government. One is a dangerous criminal. They were prepared for everything... except love. There's only one way this story can end, right? My first story everybody, please let me know what you think. Criticism very much accepted, but please be nice.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Drama/Crime - Chapters: 32 - Words: 17,196 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 03-22-13 - Published: 01-21-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3093985
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A/N: Hey everyone. I have several chapters written for it already and I can upload a chapter a day if anyone actually likes it. Just as a little note, my personal headcasting is Cobie Smulders as Jamie/Jessica, Jamie Bell as Doberman, Benedict Cumberbatch as James, and Tom Hiddleston as Jeremy. But of course, feel free to go wild! I don't know how many people will see this, but to whoever reads it, I hope you enjoy! :)
"Agent Steele, Doberman wants to see you."
My trail of thoughts abruptly ends as I jerk back into reality.
"Doberman wants to see you, Jamie," the receptionist repeats kindly.
She understands. I sigh inwardly.
"Thank you, Mrs. Stacey," I say.
When I decided to be a spy, I thought my job would be all action, and business. Never in my wildest dreams did I think my boss would be falling all over me. I stand up, and fix my hair, pulling it back into its neat ponytail. I work for a special division of the government-the Predators. The FBI claims that we are a branch of theirs. The CIA and NSA say the same. In my eyes, we are a branch of our own, basically rogue. Predators operated alone. Cases the other branches could never dream of solving have been completed by a Predator, who then vanishes. I won't say we're superheroes, because I can't claim we are all good. We just do our job; we aren't evil, but an organization known as the Predators has to have a dark side. We just lurk in the shadows. My specific part of Predators goes by the code name Birds of Prey. We are the last resort. The targets that evade the other Predators are handled by the Birds of Prey. I have become an Eagle Eye. The highest ranking agent, second only to my handler, and the director of the Predators, who is never seen by anybody.
Right now my personal mission is the Underground-an elite criminal ring. Nobody has ever been able to take one of them down for more information on the ring, and that's where I come in. So far, I know that the ring has about 20 members and they are all under the training of the leader, who goes by the name The Serpent. He has trained his agents well. They have gotten away with several crimes without leaving a trace. Usually the way the Underground vanishes from the scene is by setting the area to fire, burning the area. However, on one recent break-in, there was a child in the area. In fleeing, the parents had accidentally left it behind. The member that was performing the job could have easily killed the child, and many would have done so, I had seen the evidence. But this member was different. He took the time to move the child to a safe location and then go on with his work. That was his mistake. Fingerprints lifted from the child showed this member's name was James Black, but no other information could be found on the man, as if somebody had erased his history. James Black intrigued me, so I made him my sole target. I came to know his mark. The man was smart, and had so far slipped through my fingers 5 times.
This latest time it was a local, but very successful, little diner. He took the money, shot the owner, and left. I arrived in time to shoot the edge of his black trench coat as he disappeared into the night, leaving me standing alone in the flames. I would have gotten the shot, but he distracted me by throwing something at my head. I ducked, and missed him by a mile. In my head, I was calling all kinds of heartless names as I looked back at the burning diner. Suddenly, the projectile that had nearly taken out my head moved. I picked it up and realized that it was nothing but a bunch of kitchen rags. Wrapped in the cloths was a tiny kitten that I recognized from the files as the owner's personal pet that he kept in the kitchen. Back in the present, I sigh. That man really puzzles me. One moment he's a ruthless murderer, the next he's saving kittens like a Boy Scout. But right now I have a different person to worry about. I take a deep breath and open the door.
There he is. Waiting. Like a hawk. A fitting allegory for a Bird of Prey. I mentally congratulate myself for that one and turn my attention back to him. Don't get me wrong, he's nice and all, especially the way he pays. But when someone watches you day and night, you can't exactly see him a close friend.
"Ah, Agent Steele, so glad to see you. Can I call you Jamie?"
It's so hard to resist that adorable British accent, I almost say yes. No. I have to stay strong. Always strong. I smile despite myself.
"I would like to keep this professional, Doberman."
"How many times do I have to… call me Nicholas, please, or even Nick, if you want. I like Nick better actually, come to think of it."
"Why did you call me?" I ask, trying to steer the conversation in a less awkward direction.
He dismisses his guards and leans back in his chair while propping his feet up on the desk. He then smiles sweetly. I don't know whether that should make me feel relieved that he's not mad or disgusted.
"Guess," he says.
"I presume you have asked for my audience to discuss my most recent failure to apprehend Black." I reply.
"Failure." he winces and stands up, "I just despise that word, don't you, Agent Steele?"
"It's the truth, isn't it?" I counter.
"Let's not talk about your failures."
"So you admit I have had some?"
Putting myself down might risk losing my job, but at the moment all I care about is making me seem less desirable.
"You are human."
"Don't play games with me, Doberman," I finally snap.
"Feisty, feisty. Why so touchy?"
"Just anxious to get back to work, sir." I say, before this can go any further.
"What you need is a nice, long, hot bath. Go home early. It'll do you good." He winks.
"Thank you, sir." I reply, and walk out.
"And don't call me sir!" he adds just as the door closes.
I sigh and go back to my office. Glad that's over. I pick up my bag and go into the ladies' room. Time to become my dull self. Within minutes, I have donned the mouse brown wig, the green contacts, and the ugly glasses. I slip into a drab sweatshirt and jeans that do not do justice to my figure, and twist "my" stringy hair into a tight bun. Heads turn as I step out of the restroom. I walk past a group of female agents who are chatting at the coffee machine. I hear one of them laugh.
I don't get it. I mean, they all have covers, right? It's just my luck that mine is an average housewife. Never mind them. I take a deep breath. It is time to become Jessica Edwards. It is time to step into the real world.
There it is! Please let me know if you liked or if you hated it or even if you even made it all the way to the end! :D