Undercover

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Y/n drove over 20 minutes, hoping that she'd be far away for her to be out of the circle where they might search. Parking her bike behind the restaurant, she entered it.

The small restaurant was called cuspid and had a few customers. There were two families and about a few other, not many waiters and waitresses. When y/n first entered the house, she calmly strutted to the table that was still free and ordered a cold glass of Coca Cola. The waitress already offered her to order food so y/n just picked a normal bowl of salad.

As y/n eyes fixated on a drop of water that leaked down the side of the bottle. The sounds in the background were fading away and her eye lids started to get heavier and heavier. Y/n hasn't slept for three days and still had alcohol and unknown substances in her body, so she decided that she should go to the bathroom an splash a little water on her face.

And again, she looked into the eyes of her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The light was flickering, sending shivers down her spine. Only a few more days she thought. She had big dark circles as she removed her Make-up with the water and revealed a tired and exhausted character, yet she still feels honored and glad to have this job, the only question is if she will keep it.

She pulled a paper towel out of the Container and tapped her face with it, drying it completely. By pushing the doors of each stall open, she checked if anyone else was in there but lucky for her, there wasn't. Her head was bent over the toilet and she ripped her wig off, while taking out her lighter. By burning the inner side of it, she made sure that all of her hair was gone incase anyone will find it.

In the meanwhile, the two cars filled with Amaro and carisi and Olivia, fin and Amanda parked infront of the restaurant. They were confused at first if she even was there, but Amanda assured that someone in her discription has entered the building.

Fin did a little run around the restaurant and has spotted the bike in the back, the engine was still warm.
"She definitely is in there."

They all pulled their gun to their chests and slowly entered the restaurant. Immediately a waitress ran up to them, asking if something was wrong.
"Have you seen a blonde haired woman, probably a wig, with a cap on who came in with a motorcycle?"

The waitress nodded and pointed at y/n's table which was still empty at that time. "Yeah, a really nice lady. She ordered coke and a salad. She seemed completely exhausted and and to be honest a little high too." The Rest nodded and lowered their guns to reduce the tension a little,
"But I am sure she was still there a few minutes ago. She didn't leave so she is probably in the bathroom."
After those words the whole team kept their eyes on the bathroom door, after it finally opened.

Y/n ran her hand through her hair again as she finally pushed the door open. Y/n already had a weird feeling in her guts as if someone was following her the whole time and now she had the confirmation.

When she came out again she felt all eyes on her, also a few new pairs. Quickly turning around, she hoped that they haven't recognized her face and ran towards the exit. Her vision was blurry, but somehow saw her way clearly.

"Sasha! Stop!" Y/n heard the yells of her old teammates, but couldn't risk to be caught, again. "NYPD!" She couldn't end the case without Wellis consent nor could she inform them about her being undercover.

Y/n pushed everyone out of their way, her gun was tucked into her belt, but there were to many bystanders and she couldnt risk getting killed or killing one of them.

The kitchen was hot and full with sweating men and women, cooking and cleaning. She couldn't risk anything neither could the team, but the chefs were smart enough to run towards the exit where y/n came from after they saw the police.