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yonduismarrypoppins · 9 months

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‘Mother May I Sleep With Danger, Please'.....

Summary: Bucky and the reader have gone undercover.

Photos aren't mine, credit to the og owners

Tiltle from ‘Mother May I Sleep With Danger?’ By Joy Crookes

Warnings: reader is black, reader is wearing a dress and has a back tattoo, she/her pronouns, Bucky drinks a glass of whiskey, the longest fic I've ever written, no y/n used, weird nicknames, google translate Russian, ending is abrupt bc I couldn't think of any ending that wasn't me stealing from someone else, speaking of which; inspired by @buckyalpine ‘s fic

A/N: thanks to @webinurcloset for proofreading

I DO NOT GIVE ANYONE PERMISSION TO REPOST OR TRANSLATE AND REPOST, THIS IS MY WRITING!

I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MAKING THIS 18+ CONTENT. MOVE ON MINOR.

You were the newest addition to the avengers, quiet, solemn but hardworking nonetheless. You had been living in the tower for a month now, not a soul but you had seen the inside of your apartments. Every dinner, meeting and mission you stayed silent save for the occasional ‘hello’ ‘thank you’ and ‘goodnight’. The other Avengers didn't make a big deal of it, knowing how anxiety can affect a person especially a newly appointed avenger.

You had not yet been approved for missions so you spent most of your time in your room, but the few times you were spotted around the tower or the compound you wore loose black sweats and a scarf around your hair. The only visible parts of you being your face and part of your neck, the parts of you they could see they appreciated. They weren't very concerned about the rest of your body, knowing most of them were covered in scars, some more inclined to hide them than others.

Everyone expected that to change, especially once you were approved for missions. The week had finally come. They were given the option to watch from the balcony as you were examined in the training gym. As Tony hadn't finished your ‘Hero Suit’ as he called it, you were given a SHIELD issue suit. Unsurprisingly it covered more of your body than your sweats did, with a high neck, gloves and a hood. Though your silhouette was certainly visible, Steve's blush made that clear. You had undeniable skill easily mastering each and every weapon handed to you, easily defeating over a dozen SHIELD agents.

You were called into a meeting shortly after your approval, along with Sam, Natasha and Bucky. You walked in to see the three spy’s spread about, sat around the long metal table. You were surprised at Steve's absence, deducing that this mission was to be more covert than usual. You were told by Maria Hill the nature of the mission, surveillance, which came as no surprise to you.

After a long silence caused by one of Sam's ‘jokes’, you wondered if you all would be sitting in a van together for hours. Maria quickly began to discuss the details of the mission. You and Bucky would be infiltrating a gala, set to happen the next day hosted by a man named Anatoli Volkov at his private residence in New Hampshire, one of his many properties.

He had been suspected of human trafficking and many other dirty dealings by the FBI for years, only falling under SHIELDS radar after one of the girls he had ‘allegedly’ kidnaped was found in a Hydra facility barely breathing 3 years later. She thankfully survived and was able to give some information on how she ended up there, including Volkov’s name.

Maria gave you the files on yours and Bucky's undercover identities; Ukraine and American born spies, respectively, over a dozen confirmed kills, married in 2015... You stopped for a moment, eyes reverting back to that last phrase, a couple, a married couple. Feeling Bucky's eyes on you, you kept your expression as neutral as possible before continuing to read on. After the briefing you briskly made your way to your room, grabbing a bottle of your favorite drink from your fridge.

You thanked whoever designed this building for allowing everyone to have their own apartments, two to a floor with the only exception being Wanda and Vision.

Their apartments have been merged so they now have the floor to themselves.

The moderately sized units were outfitted with a kitchen with a small dining table, a small living room along with a television, bathroom, small walk in closet and bedroom. As well as the F.R.I.D.A.Y. ai wired throughout the building.

You had put more time into decorating than you originally planned but overall, you made a home for yourself. You only had to leave when you ran out of food, for training or for laundry and other chores. After a few hours sitting in your bed, memorizing the blueprints for Volkov's house and every given detail of your new identity F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s startled you out of your focus, notifying you that someone was at your door.

You opened your door to Bucky holding a black garment bag and a medium sized shopping bag in his right hand with a large black box in his left.

“Hill wanted me to give you these” he handed you the two bags, “and Tony finished your suit”

You weren't necessarily surprised at his arrival, considering you two shared a floor it made sense for him to be the one to deliver the items to you.

You thanked him quietly, reaching out to grab the box. It was heavier than expected. You gave him a small smile before closing the door. The heat in your cheeks suddenly became quite noticeable. You hoped quietly that the melanin you were so grateful for covered any hypothetical redness.

As you passed the windows on the way to your bedroom you noticed the dark night sky, you hadn't realized how late it was. You hung up the garment bag on the hook you had placed outside of your closet door, placing the bag and your new suit on the bed. You made your way to the bathroom to take a shower, the warm water calming you as you reflected on the events of the day.

You had been trying to befriend your fellow Avengers but your anxieties prevented you from being outgoing. You had grown closest with Bruce, as he could relate to your fears. You stepped out of the shower commencing your skincare and body care routine. After you finished you went to grab the garment bag, trying on the gown to ensure it fit with the black heels they'd given you to go along with it.

You quite liked the ensemble, but you weren't quite thrilled to wear it in front of the rest of the Avengers. You took it off returning the items to their previous packaging before putting on your night clothes and getting in your bed. You fell asleep searching for hairstyles to wear to the gala on Pinterest.

You dreamt of Bucky that night, how he might touch you with his large hands, one warm flesh, one cool metal , how he might look at you with gorgeous and piercing blue eyes, how he might love you with all of that and everything in between.

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The Next Morning

You awoke earlier than normal, 4:56, a habit you'd had since adolescence when you were anxious. You changed into your workout clothes, black sports bra, leggings and the lulu lemon jacket Natasha had gifted to you when you first arrived. You made your way to the restroom where you pulled your hair back into a ponytail. Putting on your favorite pair of red sneakers before leaving.

Making your way to the elevator, Bucky's apartment door opened. You stopped in front of the elevator doors, turning to watch him. He turned around and made eye contact with you, after a few minutes of still silence you spoke, “going down?” he shut his door and answered with a smile, “yea”.

He stood beside you as the doors opened, he raised his hand allowing you to enter first pressing the gym floor button as he turned facing the closing the doors. You smiled down at the elevator buttons as Bucky adjusted his position so he wouldn't crowd you, something he often did unintentionally due to his large stature.

10, 9, 8.. The small screen changed as you descended the floors. “Thank you for bringing me the stuff for the mission.'' Bucky smiled, the most he'd ever heard you speak.

6, 5… “Of course, how'd you like your suit?” your suit, you'd forgotten to try it on last night. You didn't even open the box, “I haven't put it on yet” “no rush, I was just curious” he shrugged “its ok, I would be too” you both smiled.

4, 3. The doors slid open, you exited first heading for the women's locker room so you could use the bathroom. Glad to find it empty, you were in and out spending most of your time at the sink washing your hands and examining everything that just happened in the elevator. After finding one too many reasons to be embarrassed you left the bathroom and entered the gym, heading right for the open floor to stretch.

The gym was just as empty as the locker room, save for Bucky, you decided to go light today. Loosen yourself up before the mission just to avoid being sore. You finished before Bucky did, he was on the pull up bar as he had been for the 7 minutes before then, you'd spent that time admiring his muscular back looking away when you began to feel a gathering wetness in your underwear.

You left just before the morning gym rush arrived, taking another shower in your room and putting on your usual sweats and scarf before getting some fruit to eat in front of the tv where you sat for the next few hours.

You looked at the clock, 5:00. You were set to leave at 6:30.

You quickly got up, making sure you packed everything you needed to style your hair and do your makeup. You grabbed the garment and shoe bag along with a black purse with hardware that matched your chosen jewelry and a black scarf made with the same material of the dress to cover your shoulders. You made sure you had everything you needed before running to the elevator, heading to the top floor to board the quinjet.

You arrived first, much to your surprise, allowing the SHIELD agent piloting to pack your things into the built in storage compartments. As you sat down, Sam, Nat and Bucky arrived with their clothes and other supplies in tow. You looked back down over your thighs to make sure you put your seatbelt into the right clip. When you looked back up they were walking to their seats Bucky choosing to sit next to you

“Hey doll” he said with a small smile, “hello” you replied quietly. Sam and Nat sat across from you both. Suddenly a SHIELD agent, who appeared to be quite out of breath ran up the ramp. He stopped in front of you handing you a small black box, “the wedding rings mam” he said exasperatedly. You thanked him before he nodded and ran back out. You opened the box to two simple wedding bands, one thicker than the other and a diamond ring, one you might have chosen for yourself if this was real. You held out the box to Bucky before he reached for the thicker band, placing it on his ring finger before you did the same.

You noticed the rings were not new, with small nicks and marks. An important detail, especially if you were going to be surrounded by people as observant as you. You made a mental note to fake a tan line on yours and Bucky’s fingers later. The pilot cut through the silence on the intercom, announcing the beginning of the flight.

You landed in the SHIELD port shortly after as the flight was only 15 minutes. You were taken to the car port by another agent along with your bags where Natasha was given keys to a black cadillac escalade. You all stood against the grey concrete wall for a second, watching as the agent packed your things into the trunk of the car you looked at Bucky to your right, admiring how his jawline was accentuated by his man bun. You were sure you might have gaged at the bundle of hair on anyone else but on him you couldn't help but fawn over it. He looked down at you with a grin, making you look forward again embarrassed, glad to see the agent was finished.

Nat drove to the hotel where you would be staying, pleasantly surprised that it was an actual hotel and not a dirty highway motel like some of the other Avengers had been made to stay in. You and Nat packed all of your things onto a luggage cart while Sam and Bucky checked you all in.

“You should tell him you like him, you know, he likes you just as much.” Natasha says suddenly, you look up at her with shocked eyes “what?” you ask quickly, voice wavering. She flashes a grin at you, “Nothing, sorry”

You pushed the luggage cart into the lobby where Bucky and Sam were waiting by the elevator, you struggled slightly to push the cart into the elevator, Natasha and Sam attempting to help you on the other side. “I'll help you doll”. He moved behind you, placing his hands just above yours. You felt his warm body push into yours as you stumbled in with the cart. You turned to face him as the doors closed looking into his eyes for a moment, you cleared your throat, breaking eye contact and speaking quietly to ask “which floor?” he smirked “penthouse, doll” you clicked the button watching as it lit up and feeling the elevator begin to move.

Bucky was too preoccupied watching you avoid looking at his face to notice the look Sam and Nat exchanged, one of pride and cunning, it was only a matter of time.

Nat and Sam left your coms on the desk before going across the hall to their room. You used the master bathroom to get ready while Bucky used the half bath. You had finished your hair and makeup but were struggling to close the dress, the satin buttons proving hard to reach. You stepped out of the bathroom calling for Bucky, “what's up doll” he stepped out of the bathroom fixing his suit cuff, you were pulled into a trance admiring how he looked in the black suit, his bun making him look even more mysterious.

“Doll?” you snapped out of it. Not realizing he had moved closer to you, “what do you need, sweet girl?” he spoke softly, you swore that his pet names would make you spontaneously combust. “I need help with my dress, I can't get it closed.” You turned your back to him so he could start closing the buttons. He quietly admired the art tattooed on your back, it was beautiful, elongating your back with its elegant design. With every brush of his hands on your skin you became more and more flustered thanking whatever deity was looking down on you when he announced he was done, you turned to face him again “You look great doll.” Bucky said with a smile, your eyes flashing in between his eyes and chest a few times before you spoke up, “I'll just grab my bag and we can go”

You made sure you had on all of your jewelry, including your wedding rings, your bag, your scarf and your com before you told Bucky you were ready to go. You stepped out just as Natasha and Sam did, donning their driver and bodyguard outfits respectively. The elevator trip was much less awkward, Sam even managing to make a joke that you all laughed at.

You all walked to the car, you and Sam moving to the right and Nat and Bucky moving to the left. Nat and Sam got in the front seats of the car while Bucky opened the door for you, you slid to the seat on the other end so he wouldn't have to circle the car to enter. Sam pulled off just as he shut the door. You had been staring absentmindedly out of the window when you felt Bucky grip your hand and pull it towards his chest. You turned your head toward him, making no movements as you had no intention of pulling your hand away. As he turned the wedding rings on your finger you wondered again what it would be like to be loved by Bucky.

The drive was short, you arrived ‘fashionably late’ as Sam called it at 8:15. The estate was gorgeous, elegant and large but not overbearing. It rested on a large piece of land surrounded by forests and greenery.

“Ladies and gents we have arrived. I'll circle to the entrance to drop you two off and we'll park a few blocks away.” Sam said, while his tone was gleeful you heard the underlying worry in his voice. Bucky walked out and around to your door, reaching his hand around to help you step out. “Don't forget to turn on your coms.” Nat added quickly as you Bucky closed the car door.

Bucky moved his arm around your waist to guide you up the stairs of the extravagant mansion, the doors opened to a gorgeous ballroom, warm lighting, brown tones and old school jazz music coming from the live band in the corner. Just quiet enough to feel like a background song to a memory. There were plenty of people, criminals you assumed. All well dressed in browns, blacks and creams.

You admired the dress of one woman while Bucky walked you to the bar, keeping you close. He ordered himself a whiskey neat. One of the perks that come from being a super soldier on missions, he can drink normal alcohol with no consequences because it has no effect on his body. Discovering his inability to get drunk has given Bucky the opportunity to drink whiskey for the flavor, he has become a bit of a connoisseur post freedom, his current favorite being Bushmills Black Bush Whiskey. You ordered a ‘Shirley Temple’, not necessarily feeling like drinking alcohol. You moved to sit on the bar stool facing away from the bar while Bucky stayed standing on your right side waiting for your drinks.

The bartender handed Bucky your drinks when suddenly you felt a clammy hand on your shoulder, “ну что тут у нас? экзотическая красавица?” (well what do we have here? an exotic beauty?) You looked up at the person touching him, and immediately recognized him as Anatoli Volkov. You wanted to pull his hand off of you and break it but you couldn't do anything to make him suspicious, thankfully Bucky spoke before you did.

“моя жена великолепна, не так ли?” (my wife is gorgeous, isn't she?) he said, putting some obvious emphasis on the word wife. He then wrapped one of his arms around your neck. You reached up to grasp his hand floating hand, pulling it down slightly. Volkov smirked, “I meant you no offense, Mr.?” he said in an amused tone, highlighting his thick accent.

“Joseph Smith and my wife Iris”. Your thumb swiped across his hand as he spoke, your head leaning back into his chest. Anatoli reached his hand out towards Bucky to shake, “it's nice to meet you Joseph, i hope to see you both again” Volkov looked down at you with a sly smirk, Bucky diverted his attention when he reciprocated his handshake, Anatoli's eyes shooting back up to him. “I hope to see you again too” Bucky smiled but his grip tightened, Volkov shook out his hand as he turned and walked away from the both of you. You turned to face the bar taking a sip of your drink, the sweet liquid refreshing your parched throat.

Bucky's arm moved off of you to take a sip of his drink. You turned back to the crowd after downing half of your drink, taking a moment to see how much security was in the building. Eventually you noticed at least 8 men in all black suits, all of whom had repeatedly talked to the same man in a dark blue suit. He had been shadowing Volkov since you arrived, you noted.

Suddenly Bucky grabbed your knees, pulling you to face him and moving your legs around his waist, with one hand you gripped his wrist and with the other you stabilized yourself on his shoulder. Your hand slowly moved up his arm as he pushed his hand up into your dress clutching and rubbing at your ass and thighs. “gray suit 2:00, he might have made us, i'm not sure.” you barely brought yourself to tear your eyes away from his face to look at the man in question. He was standing in a corner watching the two of you, finally looking away to reach into his pocket to answer his phone. You tried to read his lips but were quickly distracted when Bucky pushed his head into your neck, your hand flying to his neck carefully holding his head.

“Think we should go?” he said into your ear, you cleared your throat “we don't have anything on Volkov yet, we should wait.” he grunted in response before pulling his head out from your shoulder, only moving one of his hands to reach for his glass of whiskey again. You looked up at him, wondering how he can manage to make butterflies turn in your stomach while staying completely calm, you hoped that your flustered behavior wasn't tipping off the other people in the ballroom. You looked back at the jazz band when the music ended, quietly clapping before Anatoli walked on stage. You immediately rolled your eyes, wanting to zone out but knowing that if you did you'd likely regret it. You reached to take a sip of your drink, reminding yourself as to why you hadn't ordered something alcoholic when Anatoli began to speak.

The whole speech was in Russian, he thanked his guests, boasted and bragged but still delivered no useful information. Fake laughter coming from all sides of the room. You had zoned out a bit, listening to the heavenly jazz band on stage once again until you felt a hand on your neck. Bucky grasped both sides of your face with both of his hands, tilting your head up to look at him, he chucked when you hesitated to look him in the eye.

He held his forehead against yours brushing your lips against each other before speaking again, “Somebodys watching us, doll.” He smirked when he finished using his hands to push your head in the direction of the man in the gray suit once again. You looked back at Bucky before aiming your head down.

You took your hands, taping the inside of yours and Bucky’s ears discreetly before moving them around his neck. You spoke quietly, “Nat, do you copy?” there were a few seconds of static before a response came “Copy kitty-girl, what's going on in there?” you smiled at the nickname, reminded of the night you and Nat had snuck Alpine out from Bucky’s room to put her in the animal Falcon costume. “We're all good but maybe not for long, we’re being watched.” “Alright, get out of there. We'll be at the front waiting.” You heard her call for Sam to start the car before you looked at Bucky in the eye again, nodding subtly.

He moved his hands from your face, grabbing your bag from the bar before lifting you off of the stool, you let a small gasp escape you. Before you could process the action he was pulling you across the room to the entrance, when you reached the stairs he placed an arm under your shoulders and the other under your knee, the action made you squeal and you in turn made him laugh. You felt like a princess, or at the very least a main character in a rom com that was not deemed relevant enough to have Bucky watch yet.

You were sure that anyone witnessing the interaction would simply think you two were a happy couple eager to get home after a long night of tension.

He placed you down to open the door to the large van, lifting you into your seat before sliding in himself. Sam begins to open his mouth to speak when you put a finger over your mouth in an effort to quiet him. You look through your purse finding a bug in the open interior pocket and a tracker handing them to Natasha, she hands you a bug detector. You took Bucky's hands to make sure there were no other devices before doing a quick sweep over his body and yours, after finding nothing you say “alright, we're clear”. Natasha smiles when you hand the bug detector back to her, noticing that Bucky hasn't taken his eyes off of you and you haven't let go of Bucky's hand.

It's done, I'm done, sorry if this sucks.

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bechloeislegit · 9 months

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BECHLOE WEEK 2023 - Day 7 AND 8

Day 7 (Mafia) and Day 8 ("Why didn't you say anything?" "You needed me to be ok.")

I've decided to combine these two prompts into one. I hope you like what I did with them.

Summary: The FBI has tried to take down Mafia Don Vincenzo "Vinny" Di Papa for several years. It is decided the best way to get close to him is to have someone get close to his daughter, Chloe.

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FBI Field Agent Beca Mitchell sat in the briefing room with several colleagues. Their Team Leader, Supervisory Special Agent Jesse Swanson, has just outlined the plan to put an agent on Chloe resulting in them getting close enough to her father to get the evidence needed to bring him down.

"Think you can handle it, Walp?" SSA Swanson asked.

"I know I can," Agent Chicago Walp said, smirking.

Beca scoffed, and Chicago glared at her.

"You got something to say, Mitchell?" Chicago asked.

"Yes, I do," Beca said, looking at Jesse. "I don't think the plan is going to work."

"Oh," Jesse said. "And why do you think that?"

"I've been studying the daughter, and I don't think she's into men," Beca said. "I know she frequents a number of popular lesbian bars, and I've seen her leaving with women. I think we need a female agent to approach her."

Chicago laughed and said, "I've seen pictures of her, and there is no doubt in my mind that she will go for me. I mean, look at me. She won't be able to resist me."

Beca smirked and shook her head. "Wanna bet on that?"

"You think you're her type?" Chicago asked, laughing again.

"Yes, I do," Beca said. "Why don't we both try and see which one she goes for? Either way, we'll have someone on the inside."

"I got fifty bucks that says she goes for Beca," Agent Stacie Conrad shouted.

"I got fifty that says you're wrong," Agent Bumper Allen said. "And she'll belong to Chicago before the night ends."

Jesse stood shaking his head. "Alright, settle down. We'll do it Beca's way. And I got fifty that says she'll be our inside man."

Beca sat back, smirking as the rest of the team made bets on her and Chicago. It didn't surprise her that the bets were split, with the female agents betting on her and the males, except for Jesse, betting on Chicago.

Jesse stood in front of the team once more and got them quiet.

"The plan starts tonight," Jesse said. "DiPapa's daughter goes by her mother's maiden name, so she's known as Chloe Beale. Remember that because that's the only name she'll answer to."

Jesse picked up folders from the table and handed them to the team. "We have intel that Chloe will be at the Pink Flamingo Lounge tonight at eight with a small group of friends. This will be the best time to approach her and get her interested in one of you. Once one of you has formed a relationship with her, we can bring down her Mafia Don father. This will ultimately disband a drug ring that has taken over the Eastern seaboard. Not to mention getting thousands of guns off the street and closing about a dozen open murder cases."

"Are we going to have other agents in the Lounge?" Stacie asked.

"Yes," Jesse said. "Mitchell, you and Walp will go in on your own. Stacie, you and I will be one couple; Bumper, you and Amy will be another. Jessica and Ashley, you'll be in the surveillance van to keep tabs on everything. Everyone watch everything and keep it low profile. Any questions?"

"No," Beca said.

"None here," Chicago said.

"Okay, let's go so we can get ready," Jesse said.

"You got it, boss," Stacie said, winking. "Pick me up at seven, and don't keep me waiting."

Beca and the team laughed.

"Get out of here," Jesse said, chuckling.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

Beca arrived at the Pink Flamingo Lounge just before eight. She saw Chloe Beale standing at the door, waiting for her friends. She angled her rearview mirror down and adjusted her hair to ensure her earpiece couldn't be seen. Looking down, she unbuttoned another button on her blouse and plumped her breasts before leaving her car.

"I'm going in," Beca said as she started across the parking lot.

"Roger that," Ashley's voice said in her ear.

"Go get your girl, Beca," Jessica said. "We're rooting for you."

"Don't you girls start counting your money yet," Chicago's voice said.

Beca chuckled. When she looked up, Beca noticed Chloe checking her out. Chloe smiled when she caught Beca's eye; Beca returned the smile, then looked away and continued to the door. She nodded slightly as she walked past Chloe and entered.

Beca went to the bar, took a stool, and ordered a beer. She casually looked around and noticed Chicago sitting near the door, watching her. She raised her glass toward him and smirked. He did the same.

They both turned toward the door when it opened. Chloe came in with three other women and was immediately shown to a table. Beca checked them out as they sat. To Chloe's right was an attractive blonde who looked slightly uptight to Beca. To the left was a tall brunette who looked a couple of years younger than the other women. Across from Chloe was a darker-haired woman who looked like a mean girl. Beca chuckled when she realized that the four could be the cast from the movie "Mean Girls."

Just then, Chicago made his move and walked over to Chloe's table, where he stood for a moment. The girls stared at him.

"May we help you with something?" Beca heard the blonde say.

"I was just wondering if I could buy you ladies a drink," Chicago said.

"No thanks," Chloe said. "We're good."

"Oh, come on, beautiful," Chicago said, putting his hand on the back of Chloe's chair and leaning toward her. "It's just a drink."

"And I said, we're good," Chloe said, pushing Chicago's arm from her chair.

Beca could tell from Chloe's voice that she was already done with whatever Chicago was doing. She asked the bartender where the restrooms were. He pointed them out, and Beca asked for another beer.

"I'll be right back," Beca told him; he nodded, and Beca stood.

She could tell from the conversation that Chicago was getting nowhere with Chloe. Timing it just right, Beca walked behind Chloe as she pushed her chair back to stand. The chair hit Beca, and Chloe turned to apologize immediately.

"Oh, my gosh," Chloe said, taking Beca's arm. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Beca said. "Honestly, no harm done."

"Let me buy you a drink as an apology," Chloe said.

"That's not necessary," Beca said.

"I insist," Chloe said, taking Beca's hand and leading her toward the bar.

Beca looked over her shoulder to see Chicago standing with his mouth agape. She chuckled when she heard the blonde say to him, "You can go now, big fella. You never stood a chance."

"What would you like?" Chloe asked as they reached the bar.

"I actually just ordered a fresh drink," Beca said, holding it up to show Chloe.

"Do you mind if I sit with you for a bit?" Chloe asked, looking back at her table. "I want that guy to go away so my friends and I can enjoy our dinner in peace."

Beca saw Chicago look at them, knowing he heard what Chloe said.

"How can I deny a beautiful damsel in distress," Beca said, smiling as she pulled the stool out for Chloe.

They both sat, and Chloe ordered a beer for herself.

"I'm Beca," Beca said, holding her hand out to Chloe.

"Chloe," Chloe said, shaking Beca's hand. "Thank you for this."

"No problem," Beca said as Chicago approached them.

He put his hand on the bar between the two women. Beca looked down at Chicago's hand and then up to his face.

"Dude, what is your issue?" Beca asked.

Chicago ignored Beca and looked at Chloe.

"I thought you didn't need a drink," Chicago said.

"I didn't need a drink from you," Chloe said. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm trying to get to know my new friend, Beca."

Chicago looked at Beca; Beca smirked, saying, "I think she just told you to fuck off."

Chicago pushed away from the bar, growling, "Fine."

"Byee," Beca said, waving as he stomped off.

"Pay up, suckers," Amy said, causing a cacophony of cheers and "way to go, Beca" in Beca's ear.

"Quiet down, everyone," Jesse ordered.

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but would you like to go out with me sometime?" Chloe asked, biting her lip.

"I'd love to," Beca said, pulling out her phone. "Put your number in here, and I'll call you to set something up."

Chloe took the phone and added her contact info. As she handed Beca her phone, she noticed her friends watching them.

"I should get back to my table," Chloe said.

"Okay," Beca said. "It was nice to meet you. I'll call you."

"Be sure you do," Chloe said, kissing Beca on the cheek before returning to her friends.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

The next day, during the debrief of the night before, everyone was ragging on Chicago for "losing" Chloe to Beca. The team joked and exchanged money to settle their bets.

"Good work last night, Beca," Jesse said.

"Thanks, boss," Beca said. "Um, I plan to call Chloe tonight to set up our first date."

"That's good," Jesse said. "We won't have you wired this time, but we will have agents around if something goes south. Just keep it casual and make sure there's a second date."

"No problem," Beca said, smirking. "The way she looked down my shirt, I'm pretty sure we'll be fast friends."

"I know you'll do whatever you need to do to get evidence against DiPapa," Jesse said. "But be careful you don't fall for Chloe. She's your type, and from everything we've learned about her, she's really a good person despite who her father is. I don't want you or Chloe to get hurt when all this ends."

Beca nodded solemnly. "I hear you, boss."

"Okay," Jesse said. "Ashley, what has DiPapa been up to lately?"

"Things have been unusually quiet," Ashley said. "Although we did intercept a phone call from him to another man, talking about a big score coming up. We haven't identified the other guy yet. And there was insufficient information to determine whether the score is guns or drugs."

"We did put other agents on the wiretaps to listen in 24/7 to see if we can get anything more on it," Jessica said.

"Good," Jesse said. "Keep me updated."

"Yes, sir," Jessica and Ashley said.

"Is there anything else we need to talk about?" Jesse asked, looking around the room to see heads shaking. "Okay then, let's get out of here and get some real work done."

The agents all nodded and started leaving.

"Beca, let me know when and where your date is," Jesse said as Beca was leaving.

"You got it, Jesse," Beca said.

An hour later, Beca sat at her desk, looking at her phone. She had pulled it out to call Chloe when Stacie asked her what she was doing.

"I'm calling Chloe to set up our date."

"No," Bumper interrupted. "You should wait two or three days before you call her."

"I'm supposed to schedule the date as soon as possible."

"But, it's like an unwritten rule to wait," Bumper said.

"No, it's not," Stacie said. "That's something you guys say because you're afraid of rejection."

"No, it's not," Bumper scoffed.

"I don't care what you say," Beca said. "I'm calling her."

Beca pulled up Chloe's contact and placed the call.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

Four months later, after getting nothing from their investigation, Beca was shocked by what was happening.

"What exactly is this?" Beca asked, standing before Chloe and holding a jump drive.

"It's a record of all my father's illegal operations," Chloe said, shrugging. "Records of drug and gun smuggling. All the whens and wheres both past and present."

Beca's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why are you giving me this?" Beca asked.

"I'm not stupid, Agent Mitchell," Chloe said, causing Beca's eyes to widen more. "Don't look so surprised. I knew who you were two weeks after we met."

"I'm sorry," Beca said. "Your father is a bad guy, and we couldn't figure out another way to bring him down."

"Oh, spare me," Chloe said. "I know what he is and what he's done. That's why I legally changed my name to Beale. I didn't want to be associated with him and his business, but that didn't really help me, did it? You and the FBI are using me, just like my father uses me. For the longest time, I thought I was the family he cared about. But in reality, it was just a smokescreen to hide his Mafia family and the ones he really cared about."

Chloe wiped a tear from her cheek.

"I'll have to take this to my boss," Beca said.

"I figured as much," Chloe said.

"And I want you to come with me," Beca added.

Chloe's head shot up in surprise.

"Why?"

"I think if you testify about what's on here, we'll have a better shot at putting him away for a long time. And you can live your life as Chloe Beale. And not as Chloe DiPapa, daughter of a Mafia kingpin."

Chloe stood quietly for a moment as more tears escaped. She finally nodded.

"I'll testify," Chloe said.

"You will?" Beca asked. Chloe nodded, and Beca said, "Thank you. Would you come with me now?"

Chloe nodded, and Beca reached for her hand; Chloe snatched it away. Beca inhaled sharply and clenched her teeth. She turned and made her way to the door; Chloe followed.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

After securing visitor credentials for Chloe, Beca silently led her to the seventh floor, where her team was housed. Everyone did a double-take when Beca walked in with Chloe. Beca's face was emotionless as she passed by Stacie and approached Jessica; Chloe stopped a few feet behind her.

"Jessica," Beca said, handing her the jump drive. "I need you and Ashley to work with Chloe and go through this to verify its authenticity. I'll get Jesse and the rest of the team together and meet you in the conference room in a few minutes."

"Okay," Jessica said. "Ashley, Miss Beale, please come with me."

Chloe followed Jessica and Ashley. Beca watched her go.

"Beca?" Stacie said, reaching for Beca.

"Don't," Beca said, holding up her hand.

Beca knocked on Jesse's door and entered.

"Chloe Beale has agreed to testify against her father," Beca said, surprising Jesse. "Jessica and Ashley are going through a jump drive she gave me with records of all DiPapa's illegal dealings. I told them we'd meet them in the conference room."

Beca quickly wiped her eyes so Jesse wouldn't see the tears.

"Great work, Beca," Jesse said. "Let's go see the evidence."

Beca slowly stood and followed Jesse. Beca yelped when she was suddenly grabbed and pulled to the side.

"We'll be with you in a minute, boss," Stacie said when Jesse turned back.

Jesse nodded and called out for the rest of the team to follow him to the conference room. Stacie waited until they entered the conference room before turning to Beca. Beca was staring down at the floor.

"Hey," Stacie said, causing Beca to look up. "Are you okay?"

Beca shook her head and wiped her eyes. "Chloe hates me."

"Oh, Beca," Stacie said sadly. "You fell in love with her."

It was a statement, not a question. Beca could only nod.

"I'm sorry," Stacie said. "Why don't you go splash some water on your face, and I'll tell Jesse you'll join us shortly, okay?"

Beca swallowed and nodded. Stacie watched as Beca moved toward the restroom. She sighed and entered the conference room.

"...it looks legit," Jessica said as Stacie entered the conference room and sat. "We should be able to catch his people in the act at one of two locations marked here and here."

Jessica used a laser to point out the two locations on a map.

"He'll have extra men on hand at both those locations," Chloe said quietly. "You'll have to be extremely cautious because he'll start a gunfight to protect his interests."

"Stacie, where's Beca?" Jesse asked.

"She went to the restroom," Stacie said. "She'll be here in a few minutes."

"Okay," Jesse said, turning to Chloe. "I heard you are willing to testify against your father; is that true?"

"Yes," Chloe said.

"Okay, then we're going to put you in protective custody," Jesse said. "I'll have Beca and-"

"No," Chloe said quickly. "Not Beca."

Having heard what Jesse said, Beca walked in as Chloe was speaking.

"She's right," Beca said, sitting as far from Chloe as possible. "It shouldn't be me."

"Are you sure?"

Beca nodded. "Honestly, Jesse, it's best if you assign someone else."

Jesse nodded and turned to Stacie.

"Stacie, you and Chicago will take Chloe into protective custody," Jesse said. "I'll give you the info on the safe house once we're done here. I don't want any leaks from anyone in the department. The three of us will be the only ones to know her location. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Stacie said.

"Understood," Chicago said.

The team reviewed the remaining items on the jump drive for the next hour and developed a plan to take down Vicenzo DiPapa.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

After getting directions to the safe house, Chicago and Stacie escorted Chloe from Jesse's office. The two agents grabbed their "go" bags and headed to the elevator. Chicago used the security key to take them straight to the underground parking garage.

"We'll take you by your place to pack some of your things," Stacie told Chloe. "We'll be at the safe house for a few days, so pack accordingly."

Chloe nodded as they exited the elevator. Chicago led them to a black SUV with darkened windows and got behind the wheel. Stacie got in the back with Chloe. Chloe sat with her arms crossed, staring out the window.

"Whatever you're thinking about Beca, you're wrong," Stacie said.

"You don't know what I'm thinking about Beca," Chloe said as she continued to stare out the window.

"Then enlighten me," Stacie said. "Because the Beca we left upstairs is not the Beca I've known for the past five years. She's in love with you and thinks you hate her."

"I know," Chloe said sadly, finally looking at Stacie. "But it has to be this way so she'll be safe."

"Why wouldn't she be safe?" Chicago asked, looking at Chloe in the rearview mirror.

"Because I know my father better than anyone," Chloe said. "He knew Beca and I were dating and found out she was with the FBI. So he had one of his men tell me she was an agent and to be careful around her. But I already had strong feelings for her and didn't care about her job. And when I discovered she was looking for evidence to use against my father, I knew I had to give Beca what I had to keep her safe because I knew he'd go after everyone I cared about once he learned I intended to be a witness against him. So, I'd rather Beca think I hate her so she'd stay away from me than for him to hurt or kill her."

Chloe wiped a tear from her cheek and continued staring out the window.

"Beca can take care of herself," Stacie said.

"As I said," Chloe said, looking at Stacie. "I know my father and what he's capable of."

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

Four days later, Chicago and Stacie were on high alert. Today was the day the FBI would be raiding several of Vinny DiPapa's known properties looking for guns, drugs, and any other evidence that would put him away for good.

"Is Beca a part of the raids?" Chloe asked nervously.

"Yes," Stacie replied.

"Well, if you want to take my father into custody, you should tell your boss that he'll probably be at his home in Atlanta," Chloe said.

"Are you sure about that?" Stacie asked.

"Yes," Chloe said. "He can monitor everything that's going on from there. He'll be more vulnerable as he'll send his most trusted men to receive any goods being smuggled in."

"Thanks," Stacie said, pulling out her phone.

Stacie put together a text and sent it.

Beca's phone pinged with a text. She read it and showed it to Jesse.

"Okay," Jesse said. "You're with me. Bumper, you and Amy follow us. We're going in silent. The rest of you have your orders. Let's go."

"On it," Bumper said as he and Amy entered their SUV.

Beca got into another SUV with Jesse. They took off with Bumper following closely behind them. Jesse pulled to the curb about a quarter of a mile from DiPapa's house. Bumper parked behind him, and he and Amy met Jesse and Beca at the back of their vehicle.

"Here, you'll need these," Jesse said as he handed each a silencer for their weapons and earpieces to communicate once they separated.

They attached the silencers and placed their earpieces. They then looked to Jesse for further instructions.

"Based on Chloe's info, there won't be too many guards around," Jesse said. "Bumper, you and Amy take the back; Beca and I will take the front. Keep your eyes peeled and quietly take down as many guards as possible. We have the element of surprise on our side, and I'd like to keep it that way until we have DiPapa in custody. Understood?"

"Yes, boss," Amy said.

"Understood," Bumper said.

"Let's move," Jesse said, and they all approached the house.

When they reached the corner of the property, Bumper and Amy veered to the right to go to the back of the house. Beca and Jesse continued on to the front.

Beca suddenly fired two shots, sending a man over the side of the porch. Jesse nodded, and they continued forward, eliminating two more armed guards.

"We've eliminated a couple of guys and are at the back door," Bumper's voice came through the earpieces.

"Hold until I give the okay," Jesse responded. "Beca and I are just getting to the front door."

Beca and Jesse were now standing on either side of the door. At Jesse's nod, Beca reached for the doorknob and tried to turn it; it slowly turned, and she nodded at Jesse.

"On my count, we breach," Jesse said.

"Roger that," Bumper said.

"Three, two, one," Jesse said.

Beca held her gun up and pushed the door open, sweeping the gun from side to side as she entered.

"Clear," Beca said as Jesse turned left and walked down a short hallway.

Jesse stopped and looked into a room, calling out "clear" when he didn't see anyone.

"Bumper, you and Amy continue on and check every room on the first floor," Jesse instructed. "Beca and I are going up to the second level."

"Roger that," Amy and Bumper said.

Beca stood ready at the foot of the stairs and nodded at Jesse. Jesse raised his gun and went up, stopping to look through the railing to ensure it was clear.

"Clear," he said, and Beca made her way to him.

"Clear," they heard Bumper say.

Sporadic "clear" came through as the four agents made their way through the house.

When she and Jesse reached the last door, Beca placed an ear to the door and listened. She heard a voice and pointed to her ear and then the door.

"Bumper, you and Amy get up here now," Jesse said.

"On our way, boss," Amy said.

"What do we have?" Bumper asked.

"I heard someone talking," Beca responded. "I think it's DiPapa. It sounds like he may be talking on the phone."

Bumper and Amy cleared the staircase and went to Beca and Jesse.

"Based on the floor plans, this is the Master Bedroom," Jesse said quietly. "It covers the length of the house. Beca and Amy, you two go left, and Bumper and I will go right when we enter."

"Roger that," three voices said simultaneously.

At Jesse's count, Beca turned the knob and opened the door. She raised her gun as soon as there was space, and the four agents rushed into the room.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

One year later, Beca picked up her cane and met Stacie outside her apartment. They were headed to the Court House to watch Vincenzo DiPapa's sentencing hearing. DiPapa had made a deal to plead guilty to all charges so the death penalty would be removed from consideration, and he'd be sentenced to life in prison. They didn't know that he did it so Chloe wouldn't have to testify against him.

Stacie parked, and the two women exited the vehicle. They then went toward the Court Room where the final sentencing hearing would occur. Beca looked at the ground as she walked, still getting used to having a cane.

"Beca?" Chloe's voice caused Beca to stop and look up.

Beca couldn't say anything; she could only stare at the woman she hadn't seen in almost a year.

"You're looking much better than the last time I saw you," Chloe said with a small smile.

Beca's brows furrowed in confusion.

"You didn't know it," Stacie said. "But Chloe came to the hospital almost every day to see you."

"I thought you went into Witness Protection," Beca said, still staring at Chloe.

"I was going to," Chloe responded. "But then my father decided to work out a plea deal where if the death penalty were removed, he would plead guilty, so I opted out."

Stacie quietly slipped away and went into the courtroom.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You needed me to be okay," Chloe said. "And knowing that my father was the one who shot you, I wasn't. And then I needed you to be okay. So, I went to the hospital to see for myself."

"I thought you hated me," Beca said, looking down.

"I didn't hate you," Chloe said. "I fell in love with you and acted as if I hated you so you'd walk away, and my father wouldn't hurt you."

Beca scoffed.

"It's true," Chloe said. "In the short time we were together, I fell in love with you" She paused and took a step forward. "I'm still in love with you."

Beca stood silently, watching Chloe. Chloe smiled and took another step toward Beca. Beca didn't move, so Chloe took another. She kept moving forward until she could wrap her arms around Beca. Beca wrapped her arms around Chloe and held her tightly. She buried her face in Chloe's neck, mumbling, "I love you, too."

Chloe smiled and hugged Beca tighter

"Hey, you two," Stacie called out, causing them to pull apart. "They're ready to start."

"Can we pick this up later?" Chloe asked.

"Of course," Beca said, taking Chloe's hand and leading her into the courtroom.

~~ BeChloe Week 2023 - Day 7 ~~

Eighteen months later, Beca stirred when she felt Chloe moving beside her. Beca smiled and turned so she was facing Chloe.

"Happy anniversary, my love," Chloe said, kissing Beca.

"We're not married, so what anniversary are we celebrating?" Beca asked.

"It was a year ago today that you finally saw things my way and moved in with me," Chloe said.

"Oh, right," Beca said, pulling Chloe to her. "Best decision I ever made."

"I agree," Chloe said, pushing Beca onto her back.

Beca smiled as Chloe straddled her thighs.

"Mmm," Beca said when Chloe leaned down and kissed her.

Chloe pulled back and said, "I've got something for you."

"I didn't know it was tradition to give a gift for a moving-in together anniversary," Beca said, chuckling.

"There isn't," Chloe said, rolling off Beca.

Beca sat up and watched as Chloe went into their closet. She then heard Chloe rummaging around as if searching for something.

"Is everything okay in there?" Beca called out. "Did you forget where you hid my moving-in anniversary gift?"

"Shut up and close your eyes," Chloe said.

Beca laughed but did as Chloe instructed. Chloe peeked out of the closet and ensured Beca's eyes were closed. She then tiptoed over to the bed and got down on one knee.

"You can open your eyes now," Chloe said.

Beca opened her eyes and sat up straighter when she saw the ring Chloe held in front of her.

"Oh, my god," Beca said as tears sprang to her eyes.

Chloe cleared her throat. "Beca, I know we had some ups and downs at the start of our relationship, but I knew early on that you would be someone very special to me. Everything that happened happened for a reason. And that reason brought us to this point. I love you with everything I am, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Beca, will you marry me?"

Beca wiped the tears from her eyes and pulled Chloe into a kiss. Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca's shoulders and kissed her back.

Beca broke the kiss and looked into Chloe's eyes.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you, too," Chloe said, giggling. "But, you haven't answered the question."

Beca laughed and said, "Yes! A million times yes, I'll marry you."

Chloe smiled and placed the ring on Beca's finger. Her smile widened as she captured Beca's lips in another kiss.

This time, Chloe broke the kiss and stared into Beca's eyes.

"I can't believe we actually engaged," Chloe said, smiling.

#bechloe week 2018 #bechloe fic #beca mitchell #chloe beale #bechloeislegit #two prompts in one

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I just saw a wifi titled "FBI surveillance van #7" and I've never been more confused and concerned in my life theres no vans nearby

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This list is so good, I'll give you a selection to chose your favourite: 4. Trapped in a bank during a robbery // 1. Competitive team leaders at a summer camp for kids // 6. You’re my waiter and I’m on a really crappy date with an asshole

Wellllllllll I don't know that they're trapped so much. But I hope you like it anyway.

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The Bank Robber

Cassian pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes sir," he said. "Yes. I understand, sir. Just until the end of the week, sir. I know the way she thinks. She's got to be getting twitchy. She'll do something soon."

"Cassian?" his partner called to him. "You may wish to view the cameras."

"Yes, sir. Right. I'll keep you up to date." He ended the call and took the two steps necessary to cross the tiny surveillance van that the FBI had issued to them. "What is it, Kay?"

He pointed at the monitors, which showed the bank's security feed. "Do you see the man who just entered?"

Mid-twenties, South Asian or Middle Eastern, dressed in a hoodie and jeans. Hands in his pockets, shoulders up around his ears, eyes darting.

"He looks squirrely."

"He hasn't done anything." Cassian leaned closer. "Except to get in Jyn Erso's line."

His eyes went to the young teller at the front of the line that the man had just joined. White, petite, brunette. Hair pulled back in a smooth twist, pieces of her bangs already escaping. Dressed in a dull gray shirt and black pants. Her nametag said Liana H.

She looked like butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.

She'd robbed five or six banks before the age of eighteen, working with a notorious gang known as the Partisans. Scuttlebutt said that she'd parted ways with them, but what else would an ex-bank robber be working in a bank for?

And now a very nervous-looking man had gotten in her line.

"He's not anyone associated with the Partisans," Kay said.

Cassian shook his head. "He could be new. Let's see how this shakes out."

"I can help next in line," Liana Hallik said in a flat Midwestern accent.

The man who stepped up to her window looked rough - sweat edging his hairline, eyes reddened, breathing fast.

She glanced at the thick Plexiglas between them. "Yes sir how can I help you," she droned.

"H-here," he said, shoving a deposit slip into the well. It was blank.

"Sir, you've got to fill it out before getting in line - "

He flipped it over.

This is a robbery. Place 250k in a bag and give it to me.

Jyn stared at it for a moment, then looked from side to side. One side was empty and the girl on the other side was flirting madly with her customer. Nobody would notice.

She didn't touch the note. She wasn't an idiot.

When she spoke again, she'd dropped the Midwestern completely and reverted to her usual English accent. "Look, mate, this really isn't the time. Trust me. Give me like, a week? And then you can come back. Actually - " She did some swift calculations. "Give me two."

She'd still be a suspect, but she'd be long gone by then.

But the man shook his head jerkily.

Damn.

"Need the funds now? I get it, I do. There's a Great Western down the road, about two miles east. Can't miss it. Lovely bank, shit security. You'll be in and out." And she'd be on the security cams here the entire time. This could work out.

"N-no," he said. "No, it has to be here."

"It doesn't. It really doesn't. One bank is as good as the next, trust me."

"I - I - I have a gun." He put his hand in his pocket. "Please?"

Whether it was the please or the tremor in his voice, something made Jyn take another hard look at him. Then at the note. "You didn't write this."

"Yes, I did."

"No, you didn't. You're left-handed." She nodded at the hand that was in his pocket. "This was written by a righty. Someone making you do this?"

His face crumpled. He nodded once, fast.

"How?"

"They have my sister. In the trunk of their car."

"Are they in here? Watching?"

"Out - outside."

"Grey sedan or red coupe?" she asked without looking. She didn't mention the white paneled van; she knew it wasn't them.

"Red."

"Of course red." She heaved a sigh and turned beseeching eyes to heaven - or at least, to the drop ceiling of the bank with its stained tiles, which was less beatific. "Honestly," she said to the ceiling. "I'm trying. I am. Nobody believes me. Saw doesn't believe me. The FBI doesn't believe me. But I'm honestly trying to go straight. And now this happens."

"Excuse me? What was that about the FBI?"

"Don't worry about it. Stay here, civilian."

"My name's Bodhi."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll take care of this."

She shut her drawer and walked swiftly to the back.

"Where are you going, Hallik?" said her manager, a stuffy man who smelled of chemical body spray.

"Taking my smoke break."

"You don't smoke!"

"Thought I'd start." Just to make absolutely sure she had the attention she wanted, she swiveled on her practical low-heeled shoes and flipped off the security cameras with both hands.

Cassian hadn't needed the double bird. "What is she doing," he said to Kay.

Kay was focused on something else. "That red car's been sitting there, idling, for seven minutes thirty-four seconds," he said.

Cassian glanced at it, frowned, and looked back at the security feed from the bank. The man who'd first drawn their attention was still standing at the teller window, jittery. Jyn Erso was long gone.

They traded looks, and as one, drew their weapons and unlatched the back door of the van.

Jyn went out the back, cut forward through the alley, and trotted up behind the red car. She hauled open the driver's side door and smiled cherubically at the man behind the wheel. "Hello there."

"What - who - "

As quick as a snake, she reached over and nabbed the car keys.

"Give those back!"

She tsked, swinging the keys from her forefinger, well out of his reach. "You know, that's the trouble with kids these days. No respect for the craft."

The driver lunged at her. She slammed her palm into his solar plexus. He crumpled backward, wheezing.

"Look," she said with the patience of a veteran first-grade teacher explaining one plus one, "if you're gonna rob a bank, have the decency to do it yourself, right? Don't go coercing some poor civilian to do the job for you. Look at him. He's got anxiety now."

"I couldn't do it on my own," he muttered sulkily.

"So go to a shitty bar and pick up somebody else down on his luck. How thick are you?"

He snarled, "Bitch, I will shoot you if you don't give me those keys back."

"If you had a gun, you'd've stuck it in my face by now," she said. "You gave your only gun to that civilian in there. Wow, are you sloppy. And you kidnapped some poor woman - " She hit the button on the key fob to pop the trunk. "About the only thing that could have made it worse is if you picked the one bank in this whole stupid city that's been under surveillance by the FBI." She put her finger to her chin. "Oh wait. You did."

"The what?"

"And there they are now." She looked back and saw two agents rushing up, stopping short at the opened trunk. The shorter one bent over, speaking gently to whoever was inside. A moment later, he leaned in, then straightened up with a girl who couldn't have been more than about twelve years old in his arms.

Red swamped her vision.

Some time later, someone was pulling her bodily out of the front seat. The driver had crawled all the way into the passenger side, face bleeding heavily.

"Lemme go," she snarled, flailing madly. "Let me go! I'm going to rip his fucking throat out!"

"The federal government would prefer that you didn't."

She gave her opinion of the federal government in loud, clear, and filthy terms.

"Please stop fighting so I can arrest him," the same voice said.

"Fuck you, too," she said, but allowed herself to be lowered to the ground again.

Lowered a long way, too. Clearly it was the tall, skinny agent who'd hauled her off the driver. The shorter one was talking to the civilian, who was hugging his sister as both of them were crying and shaking.

Her manager, all her coworkers, and all the bank customers had rushed out to view the show, it seemed. Some of them were filming.

"Hallik!"

"Christ," she muttered, shoving her tumbled hair out of her face. She'd lost a shoe somewhere. Hopefully up the driver's arse.

"Hallik!" her manager yelled, marching over. "You left your post. You left a customer waiting!"

"Blow me," she suggested.

He went red in the face. "That's it. I put up with your attitude and your - your attitude, but this sideshow is too much. You're fired!"

"Okay," she said.

"Did you hear me?"

"Everyone heard you." Some of them were filming him now.

He didn't seem to notice. "Someone will bring your things out to you."

"Don't bother, I don't want any of it anyway." Then she remembered she had twenty dollars in her purse. If she was fired, that was all she had until she could hustle or scam more. "No, bring it."

The taller agent had gone around and was cuffing the driver, who seemed to be fine with it as long as the bulk of the car was between him and Jyn. She bared her teeth at him, and he whimpered.

Sirens wailed, getting louder as they drew close. She fought not to go tense, not to bolt. She was innocent, for fuck's sake.

For once.

Still, she didn't breathe until the driver had been turned over to the police and they weren't looking at her anymore.

"Nice work," murmured a voice in her ear.

She glared over her shoulder. "You didn't notice this dumbass sitting here idling?"

The shorter agent crossed his arms and smiled down at her. "We were too busy surveilling the known bank robber working in a bank."

"Don't know what you're talking about," she said.

"Excuse me?" her ex-manager said. "Do you mean her?"

"Of course we do," said the taller one, sounding bored. "It was your fault for not being better about your background checks. Really, you have nobody to blame but yourself."

"Fucking narc," Jyn said. "I'm already fired. And anyway, I was never convicted. And they sealed those records."

"It's fine," said the shorter man, flashing his badge. "She's an FBI security consultant."

"I am not," she hissed at him as they hustled her away toward the van. She still only had one shoe and no purse, and more importantly, no twenty.

"Would you like to be?"

She gawped at him. "You're not serious."

"He is," said the taller one. "He's been hanging around in hopes of catching you at it and offering you a job in exchange for immunity."

"Cassian Andor," he said. "And that's my partner, Kay Tuesso."

"Didn't ask. What in the name of fuck makes you think I want to be a narc? You've been trying to catch me robbing this place for two weeks now! Like I didn't clock your stupid van immediately. Don't they teach you anything at Quantico? And now you expect me to be a G-man?"

"G-woman," Kay said.

"Security consultant," Cassian said.

"Look, I'm trying to leave all that behind. Go straight. Be normal. Or something."

"So your solution, as a former bank robber, is to get a job in a bank? Are you surprised we were suspicious?"

"Okay, I can . . . admit that wasn't my cleverest moment. And it's not worth it, either. The pay's shit and I have to be nice to people all the time."

"And you tip off the FBI."

The manager, never quite the sharpest lightbulb in the toolbox, hustled over. "What was a security consultant for the FBI doing in my bank?" he blustered.

Jyn couldn't help herself. "Because besides your amazing lack of background checks, you're skimming off half the little old ladies in this town, you're inflating sales figures, you only give hours to girls you're banging, and the security's overall shit. Is why." She snorted. "And you call me a crook."

The manager went from purple to green.

"Also, someone's going to get a disease from that refrigerator, and would it kill you to spring for donuts every now and then?"

Kay pulled out a notebook. "Tell me again about the theft part," he said to Jyn.

After the manager had been taken for questioning by the police, Cassian found her shoe and gave her purse back. She checked. The twenty was still in there.

"You spotted all that in three weeks of employment?" Cassian said.

She shrugged. "Wasn't hard."

He smiled at her. "Not for you, apparently."

She twisted up her mouth so it wouldn't smile back at him. "Just out of idle curiosity, what might this security consultant gig pay?"

"More than you got here."

"Mhm. And do I have to be nice to anybody?"

"My boss."

"Not you?"

"Cassian likes when you're mean to him," Kay said. "Believe me."

"So, what do you think?"

"I dunno. I might want to explore my options."

"Mmm. Would a donut help?"

She considered. "Maybe if it was jelly filled."

FINIS

#Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #rebelcaptain #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo stories #bank robber AU #star wars

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someone nearby has named their wifi 'FBI Surveillance Van B23'

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James "Buffalo Jim" Barrier

Born on March 22, 1953, in Cleveland, Ohio, James “Buffalo Jim” Barrier fell in love with Las Vegas at a young age. According to Las Vegas Weekly, he first visited the city when he was nine years old and was so enchanted that he decided that he’d one day return. Barrier made his way back to Vegas in 1971, and he soon built a reputation for himself.

Starting in 1977, Barrier put his knowledge about automobile repair to use. He began fixing cars from his van, then he signed a 30-year lease at a shop on Industrial Road that he called Allstate Auto and Marine Electric. Along the way, the gregarious, well-built mechanic earned his nickname — Buffalo — after a drunk tourist from Texas quipped that he’d once had sex with a buffalo, and Barrier could very well be their love child.

But though Barrier made friends with almost everyone he met — Las Vegas Weekly reports that his funeral was attended by a full cast of Las Vegas characters — he also made a significant enemy in the 1980s.

Rick Rizzolo was the owner of Crazy Horse Too, a gentlemen’s club next to Barrier’s auto shop. Though Las Vegas Weekly claims that Barrier tried to befriend Rizzolo, a deep animosity soon bloomed between the two men. The Las Vegas Review-Journal reports that Rizzolo wanted Barrier to leave so he could expand his club. Barrier wouldn’t budge.

Over the next two decades, Barrier and Rizzolo clashed. Barrier claimed in a 2002 lawsuit, as reported by Las Vegas Weekly, that he found used needles and condoms on his property, had his shop broken into, and sometimes came into work to find his customers’ cars vandalized or towed away.

“I was afraid to leave anything at my lot because of vandalism or them towing cars away,” Barrier said during a hearing, as reported by the Las Vegas Review-Journal. “It was like being under siege.”

So, Buffalo Jim Barrier fought back. With the help of his friend, City Councilman Steve Miller, he launched a campaign of his own against Rizzolo, alleging that he’d witnessed drug use and beatings at Rizzolo’s club.

With Barrier’s help, the FBI and the IRS eventually found that Rizzolo hadn’t been paying his taxes. He was found guilty of tax evasion and sent to prison for a year in 2007. But though his main nemesis was behind bars, Barrier started to receive a number of threatening letters and phone calls.

He shared details about the threats with a number of Las Vegas journalists, including Las Vegas Weekly‘s Joshua Longobardy. On Friday, April 4, 2008, Barrier called Longobardy to discuss the situation.

“They’re gonna try to do it through a woman,” Barrier told Longobardy, when the journalist told him to be careful. “Or they’re gonna try to drug me.”

Two days later, Buffalo Jim Barrier was found dead at a Motel 6. Rick Rizzolo had been released from prison the day before. So what exactly happened to Barrier?

Las Vegas Weekly reports that Barrier left home around 7:15 p.m. on Saturday, April 5, and promised his daughter, Jerica, that he’d return soon. Surveillance footage at a nearby Motel 6 captured him checking in an hour later and conversing with the clerk, seemingly in good spirits.

On Sunday, according to the Las Vegas Review-Journal, Jerica and her sister Elise were told that their father had died. The Las Vegas Sun reports that Barrier had been found face up in bed, with his pants around his ankles. The coroner later ascribed his death to cardiomyopathy — inflammation of the heart muscle — which had perhaps been brought on by cocaine use.

But not everyone bought that Buffalo Jim Barrier had died of natural causes.

“I believe it was a homicide,” his daughter Jennifer told the Las Vegas Review-Journal a few days after Barrier’s death. “It was a murder… from everything I’ve gathered, it looks to be a homicide.”

Many of Barrier’s friends agreed.

“Nothing is adding up here,” his lawyer and friend, Robert Lueck, told the Las Vegas Sun. “It makes no sense.”

And Barrier’s confidant Miller, with whom he battled Rizzolo, darkly referenced the death threats that Barrier had recently received.

“He was my closest friend,” Miller told the Las Vegas Review-Journal. “He predicted his own death on the phone Saturday.”

To Buffalo Jim Barrier’s four daughters, there are a number of strange things about his death. Las Vegas Weekly reports that Jerica and Elise rushed to the motel after hearing that their father had died and found an unsettling scene.

There were two glasses of water on the counter — but their father exclusively drank bottled water. The room was clean — but Barrier was notoriously messy. The police had found his garage door opener — but Barrier always kept it in the car. And Barrier’s wallet was missing most of its cash and his ID.

Then, there was the matter of a woman named “Lisa.” The police found that Barrier had spent his last hours with Lisa, who claimed that she had left the room after Barrier had a seizure. But Barrier’s daughter, Jennifer, doesn’t buy it. She told the Las Vegas Review-Journal that Lisa had changed her story multiple times.

“She lied,” Jennifer said. “I asked why [the police] won’t make her take a lie detector test, and they said she would have to agree to it. The way this has been handled is really not fair.”

Who would have killed Barrier? To his family and friends, the obvious answer is Rizzolo, who had suspected mob ties. Barrier even joked about it, quipping that his greatest professional accomplishment was: “Being able to stay in business while being attacked by the mafia for 25 years.”

For now, the case into Buffalo Jim Barrier’s death seems to be closed. But Netflix’s Unsolved Mysteries is set to take a second look at Barrier’s story, more than a decade after Las Vegas’ “Most Colorful Character” was found dead. The renewed attention is likely welcomed by his daughters, who still wonder what happened to their father.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Jennifer Barrier told Las Vegas Weekly in 2008. “I can’t live without knowing what happened to my dad.”

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