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"Do we really need to redo our fingerprints?" Spencer sighed, pulling me under and into his hold. I'd finally put my engagement ring on, my eyes glued to the large stone as he brushed hair away from my face while also kissing my head.
"Baby, calm down. It's part of the procedure, just let them do what they have to do." I hummed a reply, strutting forward in my red bottomed heels and staring the main New York detective dead in the eye. He knew we were under cover, well aware we couldn't break it once we crossed the state line.
"Anastasia and Elijah Gaines." I looked him up and down in a rude way, trying my best to play my part as a rude and rich bitchy business lady. I mean hey, that's what the agreement said to do...
Federal Bureau Agreement
When picked up and flown away, Anastasia Gaines will have to be hard headed, acting like a billionaire lone business entrepreneur. She'll wear designer clothes and shoes, lugging around overpriced bags. *ONLY LUXURY* Mr. and Mrs. Gaines will attend banquets, where they will be given new disponible phones while also interacting with our other undercover agents as stated,
Jennifer Jareau as Eve Milan David Rossi as Steve Milan Derek Morgan as Grant Bailey Penelope Garcia as Tracy Bailey Emily Prentiss as Nora Worthhouse Aaron Hotchner as Thomas Worthhouse and our main couple, Elizabeth Young as Anastasia Gaines and Spencer Reid as Elijah Gaines.
Due to some hard circumstances we'll need you to dispose of this letter, but use your memories to you advantage agents.
Best of luck, The bureau.
"Right hand first, ma'am." I looked to Spencer, his body jolting towards mine then pressing my hand in the inc. I sat there adoring him for a second, but quickly snapped out of it when he slammed my inc covered fingers onto the thick white paper.
"Spen-Elijah!" I swallowed. This is going to be a whole lot harder than I thought it would... "We should hurry along." The lady at the desk caught my attention by clearing her throat, handing me my 'new' ID then Spencer's. Or should I say... Elijahs.
"Have a good day." I wanted to say you too so bad, but instead I scoffed, whipping my hair and coat around in a rushed manor. It was early May, yet my character just had to love fur coats... I'll kill Morgan for the suggestion when I see him later on tonight.
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"This is the penthouse?" A nice salesman was showing us our new home for the next few months, everything inside of me wanting to scream I loved it... but I couldn't. "It'll do." I rolled my eyes, handing the man my federal paid black card then marching to the elevator. We looked around a bit more, finally leaving in utter silence. Once the doors closed Spencer grabbed my face, kissing me with a great deal of passion until- the doors opened again.
When they did we made direct eye contact with Emily and Hotch who were sat across the lobby, walking over to them and hugging them. We were told to pretend our company was joined and us and some other business partners had moved to the city from California. Although, that was quite hard since I've only been there a hand full of times.
"Hey, glad you guys are finally here." Emily started the conversation, in this case Aaron was the mean lonesome husband where she was an out-going house wife with two imaginary kids.
"Took you long enough." He continued to flip through a book that I knew damn well he wasn't reading, running his finger down his tongue then flipping the page. Somewhere in between he slipped me a small paper, my ring filled hands quick to unfold it.
There's dresses laid out in mine and Noras room for the two of you. The banquet starts in an hour.
-T. Worthhouse
"Nora," everyone peered up when I began to talk, even some unfamiliar faces in the lobby. "We should go upstairs and get ready for the party." I smiled, grabbing her arm and linking it with mine. I could feel the cold metal from my gun on my thigh, the feeling sending me chills.
"So, what do we know?" The ride up was silent, my bag thrown on the counter causing Penelope's lips to part. "Oh my god, P!" I smiled, Derek walking in from around the corner.
"Grant and Tracy Bailey. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you." Penelope smiled up at me while sticking her hand out, little laughs leaving my lips as I pulled both her and Derek into a hug.
"Aren't you guys... scared?" Derek shook his head, everyone else staying silent.
"The only thing I'm scared of is the newbies back home ruining my office and Strauss teaching them how to profile somebody." We all laughed, Penelope pulling us over to the couch revealing the gowns we'd been told to wear.
"Wow." I picked up the sparkly pastel blue one that had my name on it, my eyes shining as I stared down at the glistening fabric.
"Wow, is right. That dress costs well over fifteen hundred dollars." I turned.
"The bau wasn't lying when they said Anastasia would only wear luxury..." I stood there for a second just staring at the expensive fabric, walking into the other room and changing after awhile. The dress had an opened back, with a sheer flowery fabric going all around it. I slipped on some glittery heels to match, feeling like Cinderella until I let my hair down, letting the thick curls fall to my back.
"You look-" When I walked out everyone was staring at me, Hotch and Spencer standing there now too.
"Gorgeous." Spencer said what everybody else was thinking, a pink color filling my cheeks as he grabbed my hand and kissed it. "You look- just wow." Wow must of been the word of the day. I smiled.
"You too." Hotch cleared his throat, everyone's attention drawing back to him as I grabbed Spencer's hand. We all huddled around, talking in whispered voices incase anyone was listening.
"We don't have much of a profile, but what we do know is this is a highly trained and compulsive individual. If you happen to speak to him you won't notice any ticks or nervousness, his voice smooth as his body language will go unnoticed. He's very powerful, almost too powerful. I wouldn't be surprised if he was a top donator or something, probably having a large amount of guilt to which he lets it out by giving away what he cherishes most... his money." The room fell silent.
"Well, that's not scary at all." I sighed, throwing all of my shit in my bag then grabbing Spencer's arm. "Let's go, Lij."
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