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Undercover || Stiles Stilinski

A/N: just a blurb! nothing too lengthy because this is my first writing piece on here <3

word count: 845

WARNINGS: a bit of cursing, mentions of guns! This should be almost action-comedy :)

Inspired by this prompt.

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“Just try to relax, Stiles, okay? I don’t want a repeat of what happened the last time.”

As you looked over at your best friend and partner-in-crime, Stiles Stilinski, you didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his whiskey colored eyes as he thought back to the last time you both went undercover to get particulars on possible threats.

He tugged on his bottom lip in attempt to suppress the growing smile on his face as he continued to relive the memory in his head. “I don’t know,” he shrugged, eyes flickering up to rising number of floors in the elevator. “I thought we handled Cleveland pretty well.” He spoke while pushing his body off of the wall and fixating himself right next to you as the elevator doors began to open.

You cringed at the memory. Cleveland, what an experience.

“Ah, yes. How could I possibly forget the time I had to break a man’s nose to successfully get information out of him after a certain someone decided to get a little too carried away with their role?” You sighed dreamily, but it was quite the opposite. You couldn’t help but laugh at your best friend’s beaming grin at the fact that you remembered your first operation together. But how could you forget?

Stiles Stilinski had a horrible Russian accent.

“You made me get blood on my favorite dress.” You grumbled out to him, adjusting the fake prescription glasses on your face as you slowed your movements in front of two large glass doors in the pristine hallway of suits and pencil skirts.

With furrowed brows, Stiles trailed his eyes down your figure to inspect your outfit. “I thought this one was your favorite?” He mumbled, adjusting his tie due to the slight nerves he gets just before a meeting like this. Glancing down at the plum colored peplum dress you decided to wear, you met his confused stare with a look of disgust.

“What? No, I hate this dress. I just had nothing else to wear.” You explained with a shrug. Just as Stiles opened his mouth to speak, a older gentlemen in a dark suit pulled opened the doors the two of you stood in front of. His mouth snapped shut just as you straightened out your posture and offered the man a tight lipped smile, which he returned.

The man held his hand out, graciously shaking both of your rights ones with an award winning grin. “Ms. Warren and Mr. Rapp, I presume?” He asked to which you both nodded to confirm your false identities you were given with. “Donald Cheever, please, let’s begin.” The man, Cheever, wasted no time in opening the door wider for the both of you to step through.

Stiles was quick to take the closest seat next to you, a hand on your exposed knee as Mr. Cheever sat across from you both, hands folded in with one another.

The older man’s grin faded away within seconds, being replaced with a stone cold stare set on the two of you. “I can’t help but say that you look ravishing in the at color, Ms. Y/L/N.” He spoke cooly, sending shiver run straight down your spine as you swallowed thickly.

Stiles’ grip on your knee tightened, his jaw clenching as his whiskey colored eyes grew dark with anger. “Why don’t we cut the shit, and you tell me why you are really here, hm?” The man in front of you asked, and before you could fiercely decline his proposition, Stiles opened his mouth.

“You’re a dangerous man. Incredibly stupid as well, I mean, what’s with the ginormous shiny building if you’re supposed to be hiding from the government?” Stiles sneered, and you placed your hand over his to squeeze it in a warning manner.

Cheever turned to you, raising his brow in a questioning manner. “Please ignore my associate if you can.” You sighed, ignoring the incredulous look Stiles shot you.

There was a reason why your undercover operations always ended up getting physical. Stiles can never shut his mouth.

“I really can’t.”

“Are you just unaware that you have the whole Virginia base on your ass for incredibly lethal arms deals?” Stiles scoffed in disbelief, and your head snapped in his direction just as his own eyes widened in realization.

“He certainly does now, Stilinski.” You muttered to him between clenched teeth, shooting him a deadly glare to which he gave you an apologetic shrug.

By the time you both turned back to Cheever, you were not only met with his smug expression, but a black .45 caliber pointing directly at you.

You slowly turned your head back to Stiles, who was already looking at you and offering you a almost teasing grin. “It’s a good thing you wore that dress then, huh?”

You shook your head at his words with a hint of a smile, a chuckle passing through your lips as you slipped the fake glasses off your face, your gaze back on the man holding the gun.

It was a good thing, indeed.

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