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I Spy AU (Ride or Die)

Izzy wants to avenge her mother. Colt wants answers for his father. A common goal might unite them both.

*these characters belong to Choices game from Pixelberry, not me!*

Author’s Note: After X amount of rewrites, throwing plot ideas around, and text-screaming in group chats....whew chile... As with my previous AUs, I always leave the ending open, so without further ado, on with the fic!!!!!

P.S. Was gonna post this on Colt’s day, but I’m wired from the new Stranger Things season (it’s like 2am EST) soooooooo here we go!

P.P.S ....look out for an epilogue 👀

Prologue

Part 1 - Like Mother, Like Daughter

Part 2 - Trouble is a Friend of Mine

Part 3 - Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing

Part 4 - Two Truths and a Lie

Part 5 - Only the Good Die Young

Part 6 - Not Your Enemy

Part 7 - Nori Sato

Part 8 - Heating Up

Part 9 - This Is Just the Beginning (nsfw)

Part 10 - Lover’s Interlude

Part 11 - This is Goodbye

Part 12 - The Crazy Things We Do For Love

Part 13 - Aftermath

Word count: 2605

Izzy had lost too much blood, needing a transfusion, but she was stable now. Her father had made sure of that. Izzy would walk away with small fracture, but time would tell what the incident would do to her emotional health. Now, Mike Parker studied the Asian kid in front of him as he rested his head against his hand. Neither of them had gotten much sleep over the past week, waiting for updates on Izzy, leaving only to eat or change their respective clothing. Now that the worst was over, Mike felt immense relief and a little suspicion. The boy had been distraught over his daughter, but Izzy had called 911, dragging herself to the house phone before trying for the front door. “Colt..right?” Mike spoke, stirring Colt from his sleepless daze. He sat up, running a hand through his hair before his tired gaze focused on Mike. He nodded and Mike frowned. No respect from the young people these days. Any more than a one-worded answer and it was like pulling teeth. Yet, Mike was familiar with the look of love, and while it unnerved him that his Izzy was the objective of his affection, he’d deal with that later.

“I suppose I should...thank you,” Mike began, tempering his annoyance. Colt laughed humorlessly, leaning forward in the chair. He shook his head, the smirk giving way to concern.

“Under normal circumstances, we’d bring you in for debriefing. But…”

“Don’t worry, I’m well aware of CAE-I’s procedures.” Colt made air quotes with his fingers. “I’d say that’s why Izzy barely made it out with a shot to the leg,” Colt glared, and both men sized each other up. Colt knew the male Parker wanted to pick his brain, find a connection between Shaw and Colt’s presence at the house but Colt didn’t give a rat’s ass about that. He needed to see Izzy with his own eyes before he was ready to put this whole situation behind him. “Mr. Parker?” Both Colt and Mike turned to see a nurse with dirty blonde hair and a kind smile. “Izzy would like to see you.” Mike frowned as Colt stood with him. Getting the message, Colt backed off, raising his arms in surrender. He slumped back down in the uncomfortable chair, arms crossed. “I’m not going anywhere till I see her.” Colt watched as Agent Parker followed the nurse without a glance back, and rolled his eyes.

COLT

Izzy’s father had gotten the cutesy ‘last voice mail’ while Colt had been left with a hastily scribbled note. It sat in the pocket of his leather jacket now, still crumpled from when he’d thrown it. He’d been unable to face the reality, but if something had permanently separated him and Izzy, that note was more precious than gold.

Left alone in the waiting room, Colt ran a tired hand over his face and headed for the exit. He needed to go for a ride. Rid himself of his nervous energy and clear his mind. No sooner had Colt stepped outside, the hot air outside mixing with the cool air inside did he spot the woman from the cafe in Miami. She wore a cranberry red scarf this time, her green-gray eyes lined in simple black liner. Her red lips were set in a thin line and Colt glared at her. Kaneko’s little spy. Colt’s motorcycle was a little too close to where she stood, and he briefly entertained the idea of running her over. It wasn’t the nicest thought, but there had been a lot worst.

“Mr. Kaneko? A word, please?” Of course, she knew his fucking name. “How about no,” Colt called out, reaching for his helmet once he was close to his bike. The woman sighed as if used to dealing with rude young adults. “You’re as infuriating as your father.” Colt’s throat constricted. He’d managed not to think about the last time he’d seen Kaneko. Their heated exchange. Colt didn’t regret what he’d said or done, but he couldn’t escape his weary soul or heavy heart.“You’ve got the wrong guy, lady.” The woman wouldn’t take no for an answer, her black flats clicking against the pavement as she hurried over to Colt. “Let me be frank. I’ll take down the Brotherhood with or without your help. Forgive me for trying to extend the courtesy of you getting some revenge.” Colt stopped, looking over the woman with grudging interest. This was a new one.

“...And you are?”

“Your most desperate ally with the means to bring them down for good.” She looked so serious, it reminded him of Izzy, and instead of laughing, he sucked in a hard breath, turning away. He gripped the handlebars of his bike tightly, unleashing a wave of anger. “Sorry. Not much of a team player these days,” Colt snapped, lifting a leg over and settling into the seat. “Miss. Parker has already agreed, if that sways your decision.” Colt froze, his grip loosening, his balance off-kilter. What? “I have a list of names, courtesy of your late father, and I’m gathering a team to take them out one by one.” Colt was still silent. It felt like someone had taken a meat carver and scraped out his heart leaving a mess in their wake. There it was. His father’s death. The truth that had settled on his chest, pushing and pushing until the pressure threatened to crack him open.

IZZY

“How did you know where to find me?” Izzy asked, her smaller hand encased in her father’s larger one. He wasn’t hardened Agent Micahel C. Parker. He was Mike, Izzy’s exhausted, worried dad. Jason would pay for what he’d done to all three of them: her, her dad, and her mom. “I didn’t,” her father sighed. He kissed her hand, giving it a quick squeeze. He didn’t let go. “This is my fault. I pushed you too hard and I...I pushed you away.” Izzy tried to sit up, wincing at the soreness of her leg muscles until her dad gently pressed her back down into the pillows. She gave him a rueful smile. “I had my suspicions, but...it never occurred to me...oh Izzy.” A tear slid down his cheek, and Izzy felt herself choke up. She’d never seen him shed a tear at his own wife’s funeral, but his eyes were glassy now as he looked over her. “She tried to send you a stress code,” Izzy whispered, and Mike nodded, accepting it as just another sad truth. “The medical team noted the call from Jason’s neighborhood, but I’d just seen him not long after. Passed by him in the armory. And your voicemail…” More tears fell and neither Parker had a dry face now. “Until the Job is Done. Until The Wronged is Right,” Izzy quoted, and Mike shook his head. “I don’t know how deep the Brotherhood’s reach is, so we should put some distance between us and CAE-I,” Mike whispered. Izzy frowned.

“Greg has already talked to his wife, and the twins are ecstatic to see their cousin. There’s a place for you at Cedar Cove--”

“And what about you, Dad? Ugh, you sound like Colt.” Her father’s eyes flashed at the mention of him, and she wished she had bitten her tongue. But she still pushed on, bringing up Shohreh’s offer. She’d known her as just another CAE-I agent, specifically the sharply dressed woman who’d taken her updated ID photo. Neither Izzy nor Mike could have foreseen she was a double agent, and that’s what troubled her father. Mike had all but kicked her out of the hospital room, but the look she’d shared with Izzy had been one of solidarity They’d be in touch, Izzy knew it.

“Don’t you think we should consider--”

“I know you’re eighteen and think you’re all grown up...but look what happened.” Mike's voice shook on the last word, and Izzy brought his hand to her chest. She knew he meant more than her gunshot wound. She let the silence grow before she blurted the first thing that came to mind. “Did you know how Jason felt about Mom?” Izzy wasn’t sure where the question came from or if her father would even entertain it, so she held her breath, his hand still in her grasp. “A man’s feelings aren’t complicated so…yes.” Izzy sat with that confession for a moment before asking a follow-up question. “How were you okay with them being partners?” Mike sighed, pulling his hand away to brush a strand of hair from Izzy’s face. “I wasn’t. Even after we married, I hated it. But I trusted your mother. I wish I could explain it better, but I just knew I trusted her just as much as I know she loved me.” He looked at Izzy, his thumb rubbing her cheek in small circles like when she was younger. “I think that bastard knew too.”

Izzy wasn’t sure why she kept the truth to herself, but she hadn’t revealed to her father that Jason struggled with feelings of his own in those crucial moments. Whether they were for her mother, Izzy, or a mixture of the two, Izzy would never know. It was too complicated. Jason could have shot her dead and been done with it, but he hadn’t. Somehow, Izzy knew he hadn’t murdered her mother. Kira Parker had been collateral damage, and someone else was to blame. Izzy had the beginnings of a headache now.

The hospital door opened and in walked Colt. His eyes were red, though from tears or fatigue Izzy didn’t know. Izzy pushed herself up instantly, praying she hadn’t popped any stitches. “Can I help you?” Mike barked and Izzy glared at him. “You trusted Mom. Why can’t you trust me?” Izzy cocked an eyebrow, and she felt Colt’s gaze. When she looked over at him, he gave her his trademark smirk, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He was wearing that leather jacket she’d first met him in, and his hair was a little shorter than she remembered. Her smile softened, and suddenly their wordless reunion was interrupted by Mike clearing his throat. Izzy sighed, pleading with him. “Can I have a moment with Colt? Please?” Mike seemed to consider for a moment, then slid off the bed. He paused at the exit while Colt sat on the bed. Seeing Mike’s angry gaze, Colt rolled his eyes but gamely moved to an unoccupied chair. Mike smiled at Izzy, making a show of opening the door as wide as it would go. “Think about what I said. Meghan and Malcolm miss you. And your uncle tells me they got a dog too. Cute thing they call Coconut...”

Once her dad was gone, Izzy let out a sigh of relief. She reached out for Colt as he quickly moved back to her side, pulling her into his arms as their mouths came together in a hungry kiss that left Izzy more lightheaded than her pain medication had. Izzy threw her arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest, and took a deep breath in. “You’ve got a lot of nerve leaving a guy a dumbass note, Parker,” Colt pulled back, and Izzy laughed, punching his shoulder lightly.

“Gotta keep you on your toes, Kaneko.”

“Not funny.” His gaze was serious, and Izzy expected more chiding, but his lips found her, and she sank into him. “Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again,” Colt said in between kisses. Her hand snaked through the hair at the base of his neck, and she moaned. She was going to get Colt kicked out of the room. Or worse; her father would walk in at the wrong moment and finish the job Drew hadn’t. Still, after days of smelling the sterile walls of her hospital room, and the tang of disinfectant when she was finally allowed to use the restroom, Colt was more than a welcomed change. Every one of her senses was set aflame as his warm lips traveled to her neck, softly sucking the delicate skin, and Izzy felt a delicious shiver down her spine. His hand draped across her covered, uninjured thigh, and the simple heat from his hand made her core ache with need. “How long you think before a nurse or your dad shows up?” Colt’s fingers inched up her thigh, and she desperately wished it wasn’t barred by the stupid blanket. She needed...she needed...

Reluctantly, Izzy pulled back, gathering her hazy thoughts together with difficulty. She might as well rip the bandage off now and tackle her dad next. “Um...so,” Izzy began but Colt gently tipped her chin so she had no choice but to look up at him. Her breath caught as she looked into his dark eyes. She noticed how brown they were, almost black, but not quite. They were warm and familiar and consuming all at once, and they only saw her. Miami had been days ago, maybe a week, and yet Colt looked like he’d aged a year. She traced the scars along his face and jaw, careful with the bruise against his cheek. The swelling had gone down, but even if it hadn’t, Izzy knew it would have done nothing to her attraction for him. His other nicks and healing cut under his cheek and across his jaw were background noise because, despite it all, he looked perfect. “I know you said yes, Izz,” Colt grinned, realizing that she was staring at him wordlessly. She closed her gaping mouth, wondering what exactly he saw in her. “We fuck shit up together, or not at all,” Colt spoke, and she cocked her head to the side, her lips stretching into the biggest grin. It dimmed when Colt suddenly became serious again. “I’ve um… got a score to settle,” he swallowed. He had been crying before.

“Colt...what happened?”

“I’m a proud member of the dead parent club, Izz. That’s what happened.” Colt’s eyes were glassy, and Izzy pulled him in for another hug. Colt held on to her tightly. He didn’t have to say which parent: she could guess. All the words and well wishes and condolences had fallen on death ears when Izzy’s mom died, and she wisely kept her mouth shut as she rocked side to side with Colt. “I guess this means we’re really doing this?” Izzy asked, and she felt Colt nod in her embrace. She would hold him for as long as she needed. For as long as she needed even. “I was really looking forward to going to Langston next semester,” Izzy sulked as Colt finally let her go. She wiped the lone tear streak in his cheek with her thumb. “That uptight, preppy school on the east coast? Christ, you’d fit in perfectly,” Colt smirked, and Izzy was glad to see he sounded like his usual self even if it was at her expense.

“I’ve had one foot in clandestine life and one foot in civilian life for too long. But I think I know where I belong now.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” Izzy intertwined their fingers together, a continuous pattern of olive and brown. “I’m just glad you’re along for the ride.” She leaned in to kiss Colt’s cheek, the happiest and most terrified she’d been, and there had been many contenders for both titles. “They won’t know what hit ‘em,” Colt said assuredly, tucking a curl behind her ear. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. “I love you too!’ Izzy blurted, then cringed. She’d almost died without saying those words out loud, so she shouldn’t have been so hard on herself. Colt only laughed. “Yeah. I know.”

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