Since Fives is a really good investigator (evident with him finding about Order 66), can I request an x reader fic where he investigates a string of heists involving Jedi artefacts committed by the reader, who is a flirty master thief, and he tries to pursue her across Coruscant to bring her to justice?
Knew You Were Trouble
Summary: When ancient artifacts start vanishing from the Jedi Temple, stolen from right under the noses of both the archivists and the Jedi Guardians, Fives decides to investigate.
Pairing: Pre ARC Trooper Fives x Thief F!Reader
Word Count: 2484
Warnings: Reader is described as having a feminine body, and wearing makeup. Reader is given the codename Shadow for ease.
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly
A/N: Sorry that this took so long! I've had it sitting open in a Doc for days, but I finally got an idea! Reader's outfit is similar to this outfit from Persona 5 Royal. Though without the weapons. There may be a part two of this, if I ever get the motivation.
“General Nu-”
“Master,” The older woman corrects, as she glances at Fives out of the corner of her eye, and then turns back to her work, “What can I help you with, Corporal?”
“I think a holocron is missing.” Fives replies as he looks at the open spot on the shelf. There’s some discoloration, as though something had been sitting there for a long time.
The older woman hurries over and glances at the spot, a severe frown on her lips. She stares at the spot for a moment, and then releases a heavy sigh. “Again?”
“Ma’am?”
Jocasta Nu shoots him a severe look, and Fives fights the urge to quail under her glare, “How are you at investigations, Corporal?”
“...decent enough, I suppose.”
“Good, follow me.” The older woman leads him through the archives until she reaches her desk, and then she turns a monitor towards him, and she navigates to a file of saved videos, “Watch. This was recorded 5 months ago.”
Fives focuses on the screen.
It’s security footage of the Archives, and he watches as someone, a woman based on her body shape, slips in a window.
She’s dressed oddly, almost in a leotard, with thigh high boots, a long overcoat, and a sharp looking domino mask covering the upper part of her face hiding her features from the camera.
She locks her gaze on the camera and presses a finger against her lips, as if shushing someone, and the camera feed goes fuzzy.
“This next one was taken three weeks after that.”
The monitor flickers, and then there’s an image of the same woman opening one of the vaults before the feed cuts out.
“And last night.”
The monitor changes one more time, and the exact same person, dressed exactly the same, is shown blatantly taking a holocron from the shelf, before she, again, disconnects the cameras.
Fives pulls away from the monitor and focuses his gaze on General Nu, “The same person has broken in three times-”
“She’s broken in a grand total of a dozen times…we’ve only caught her on camera thrice.” General Nu corrects.
“...and the Temple Guard haven’t done anything?”
“They are of the opinion that she doesn’t exist.” The older woman scowls, “Honestly, I don’t even know why she’s targeting us. It’s not like we keep gems on hand.”
“You keep knowledge on hand though. And to some people, that’s worth more than all the gems in the galaxy.” Fives points out.
The woman bristles and then her shoulders slump, “Yes. I know. I want you to try and find her and bring her to justice.”
Fives exhales through his teeth, “With all due respect, ma’am. I’m due to ship out with the 501st tomorrow-”
“I’ll handle it. Will you help?”
Nervously Fives rubs the back of his neck, and then he sighs, “Yeah, alright. Assuming you can get permission, I’ll help. Do you have any evidence for me to go on?”
Master Nu smiles, it’s a sharp little thing and for a moment Fives wonders why she isn’t in charge of the war effort. “The holocron she stole has a tracking chip inside it. And, since holocrons can only be opened by force sensitives, it means she couldn’t have removed it.”
“Why didn’t you tell the Temple Guard about it?”
“Because, again, they don’t believe she actually exists.” General Nu presses a small datapad into his hand, “Here, this is what you need to track the holocron.”
“Thanks.”
“I’ll let you know what the Council says about your deployment.”
“Thanks for that too,” Fives replies as he powers the device on and waits for it to scan for the tracking fob that it’s keyed to. As soon as the screen lights up, he grabs his helmet and pulls it on and leaves the archives.
The fob is located in a warehouse only a short speeder ride away from the temple.
And a quick search of the net tells him that the Warehouse is supposed to be abandoned. A deeper search of the net tells him that the warehouse was slated for demolition several years ago, but it just never happened.
“We have arrived at your destination.” The taxi droid chirps, “Thank you for your patronage.” Fives steps out of the speeder and glances at the datapad one more time.
“Seven warehouses,” He murmurs, zooming in a little bit, “I’m looking for building A-2478/23.” The speeder zips off while he’s not paying attention to it, not that he minds, really.
Fives wasn’t planning on returning to the temple right away anyway.
He glances at the datapad one more time, and then looks up and around. The buildings have to be labeled, right?
Ah! There, the closest building, is A-2475/23.
So odds are on the left side and evens would be on the right, assuming that this place is designed with any sort of logic. He jogs over to the first building on the right until he’s able to see the white letters on the side of the building.
A-2474/23.
So two down then.
The warehouse he’s looking for is a little more rundown than the other ones. Boarded up windows, rust replacing the green paint in places, leaking pipes…
And yet-
Fives moves to where the door is located, his eyes narrowing. The lights over the door are new. The broken windows are broken in such a way that it looks intentional. The doorknob on the door is also new, all of the rust is painted on.
He walks over to a rusty patch and he tugs off his glove to touch the rust with his bare fingers. It’s not real.
Someone has gone to great lengths to make this place look like it’s been condemned.
He walks over to the door and lightly touches the doorknob. How long has it been since he’s seen a building using a door like this, rather than the more mechanized ones that are seen everywhere.
Clever.
If he wasn’t looking for something out of place, he’d likely think that this building was ancient and wouldn’t give it a second thought.
Luckily, he’s smarter than the average bear, so to speak.
He pulls his hand away from the doorknob and pulls his glove back on. There’s no way he’s going through the front door. That’s just asking for trouble.
He circles the warehouse, thoughtfully. Considering all of his options.
Opening the bay doors isn’t an option, he’d never get them open on his own from the outside. The ground floor windows are also out, anyone inside would see him immediately.
His gaze lands on the fire escape. Like the rest of the building, the ladder doesn’t look like it would carry the weight of a small child, let alone a man full grown.
However, Fives has already seen evidence of someone going out of their way to try and make this place look more dangerous than it is. So he walks over to the ladder and jumps up to grab the bottom most rung.
Fives hangs there for a moment, waiting, and when the fire escape doesn’t dissolve under his weight, or even shake, he feels comfortable hoisting himself up to the fire door.
The door looks rusted beyond belief, and Fives is sure that it’s all fake rust. But he’s not so stupid to try and touch the door. Fire doors are notoriously sensitive, he remembers that from ARC Training.
So he ignores the door, and instead jumps up to grab the ledge of the roof, and he pulls himself up to the ledge.
A quick survey tells him that there aren’t any sensors on the roof, and he huffs out a quiet laugh, “You’d think that a thief would put sensors on the roof.” He mumbles to himself as he steps onto the gravel roof.
A second quick glance around leads Fives to side-step the roof access door, a door that he’s sure is rigged to an alarm, to crouch next to a window. And this, right here, is all of the proof that he needs that everything about the building is a facade.
These windows are brand new, and made from blaster proof material. A material that Fives knows was only invented in the last few years.
He can’t see through the windows, not well at least, but he is able to see that there isn’t any movement on the upper walkways. So carefully, very carefully, making sure that none of the windows are wired, he opens one.
One final check that he’s not going to land on anyone, Fives drops into the warehouse, making sure that the window is closed behind him.
Silently he moves from the wall to peer down into the main part of the warehouse.
There, sitting on a table, is the holocron that was missing. Well, presumably. There are a lot of holocrons on the table.
On another table are some statues. Some books actually made of flimsy are lined up on another table.
There’s an entire shelf filled with weapons of all types.
And there, pacing between the tables, is a Devaronian man. Fives isn’t able to see the look on his face, and, even more clearly, he’s not the actual thief.
A contractor, perhaps?
Maybe the thief was hired by him to acquire all of these things…though Fives can’t think of a reason why. There’s nothing in common between any of these items that he can see, save for the fact that they’re old.
He scans the warehouse one more time, and then movement catches his eye.
There, perched on a wooden crate, is the thief.
Without her mask.
Fives’ immediate thought was that someone as pretty as her should probably be making a living as a model or an actress or something, not living as a master thief. His second thought is that she’s far too young to have stolen all of the things in the warehouse.
“My darling Shadow,” The man is speaking to Shadow, the thief, and Fives pulls himself out of his thoughts, “You’re so talented.”
“Yes,” She agrees, her voice light, “I am.”
“You’re almost as good as your father.” He continues.
“My father never managed to get into the Jedi Temple. I managed it 12 times in the last year.” Shadow replies, sounding bored out of her mind as she examines her gloves, “But please, do continue telling me how talented my father was.”
Her contractor opens his mouth to say something, and then hesitates, “My dear,” he finally says, condescendingly, “No one is as good as you think you are.”
The young woman lifts her head to say something, and then she pauses, her gaze sliding to the upper walkways. Her gaze locks onto his face, and she smiles, slow and pretty. “We have company.”
The Devaronian jerks, “What? Where!?” He spins around and looks up, and Fives, knowing that he’s been busted, moves a little more into the light. “Kriff! It’s the GAR!” The man yelps, before he shoves all of the holocrons into a bag and sprints away.
Shadow, however, doesn’t bother to run. Instead, she smoothly gets to her feet and pulls her mask on. “‘Won’t you step into my parlor?’ said the spider to the fly?” She coos.
It’s a trap. It’s clearly a trap.
But Fives can’t help but smirk, as he leans over the railing, “Does that make you the spider in this scenario, Miss Shadow?”
“Why don’t you come down and find out, little soldier boy.”
He should go after the contractor. He should. That would be the smart thing to do.
But no one’s ever accused him of being smart.
So Fives grips the railing, and he jumps over the edge.
A quick activation of his jetpack allows him to land lightly on his feet only a few feet away from her. “I’ve come to reclaim the items you took from the Jedi temple.” Fives announces.
Her red painted lips turn up, “Have you? How do you intend to do that?”
“I already caught you.” Fives points out.
She laughs, it’s a pretty sound, “Sweetheart, I haven’t been caught.”
“Yet.”
“Oh, you do think highly of yourself, don’t you?” She murmurs. Her eyes, the only part of her upper face not hidden by her mask, sweep down his body, “Of course, I suppose you have every reason to.”
“You could make this easy on both of us and just turn yourself in.”
“Now, why would I do that?”
“You clearly recognize that I’m an ARC Trooper.”
Her smile widens, “The best of the GAR…on the battlefield. And this, darling, is hardly a battlefield.”
Fives sighs, “You’re going to make me catch you, aren’t you?”
She scans him once more, “Well, I’m always happy to submit to a man in armor-” Fives inhales sharply, and he can feel his face heating under his helmet, “But you haven’t made me submit yet.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“So you’re going to let me go? How nice of you~”
“I didn’t say that.”
Her smile doesn’t waver as she moves. Fives curses, she’s faster than she looks, especially for someone wearing heels that high.
Then she’s right in his space. His helmet lifts, just a little, and warm lips press against his jaw. “Catch me if you can, handsome.” Then she’s gone, balanced on the rafters of the warehouse and smiling down at him, “I’ll let you have the stuff in the warehouse, as a treat.”
It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, “Let?” He rasps.
Her smile is pretty, “Let. After all, you found me didn’t you. Think of it as…incentive to keep looking for me.”
“If everything is here, then why would I do that?”
She produces a datacron from under her jacket, “I like information, sweetheart. And so, over the last dozen visits to the temple, I made copies of every bit of information that I could. And I have it right here.”
Kriff.
Double kriff.
If that information gets out-
There’s a flash of pink as she licks her lower lip, “Are you motivated yet?”
“Well, I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” Fives’ jaw clenches, “I am going to catch you.”
“I look forward to it, handsome.” And then she really is gone, out the same window that he entered through.
Slowly, shakily, Fives comms General Nu, “I found…a lot. But the thief got away.” He says as soon as she answers.
“How much is a lot?”
Fives looks around the massive warehouse filled with stolen objects, “A whole warehouse full.” He pauses, “There’s more, too.”
“Tell me when I arrive. You and your…twin…have officially been transferred to me.” General Nu says, “I hope he’s as good an investigator as you.”
The comm cuts off and Fives looks around with a sigh. Well, he never really wanted to fight in a war anyway.
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