hidden identity-tom holland

part 6-club

y/n's pov

"Hello boss-lover, how's the boyfriend?" Cindy winked. She was sat at the table cleaning blood off her gun.

"Dude, don't even joke about it. It's actually so annoying." I chuckled, planting myself onto the sofa and kicking off my heels.

I had now spent just over a week at my new job and the crush on Tom was getting worse and worse. When he would come into my office to give me a new task, leaning against the doorframe I would simply melt. Even just hearing his sexy voice over the phone was getting me to breaking point. Sometimes, I actually forgot about what my actual purpose of being at Holland Empire was.

"Awww, being in love is so hard." She dramatically placed her hand on her forehead.

"Shut up!" I laughed, hitting her playfully. She made kissing noises as I walked off, continuing  wiping down her gun.

After a steamy shower, I flung myself onto my bed and let my head rush with steamy thoughts of Tom.

This was so infuriating.

An idea sprung into my head to help my little crush.

"Hey Cindy, you're done for the day right?" I popped my head round the corner and called down the hallway.

"Yeah, why?"

"I need to go out."

"Hell yeah, let's go!"

After quickly throwing on the nicest clothes we had, we told our FBI taxi driver that we had business at the club in town.

Was that a lie? Yes. Would our boss figure that out? Yes. But would it take her a while to realise? Yes! Which meant that there was time for dancing and a little drinking. You're taught how to hold your liquor in FBI training, good for when you have to be undercover in a bar a lot. But obviously we couldn't get drunk off our asses.

As we arrived, the music was pumping so loud I could feel the vibrations through my body. The multicoloured disco lights danced across the floor, highlighting the sea of intoxicated people.

"God I so wanna get wasted. I wish I wasn't on a job." I groaned.

"Honestly same. I have no reason, just really wanna get pissed." Cindy laughed.

We both grabbed a vodka and coke from the bar and downed them. Probably too quickly to be honest but, we needed it. Working as an undercover agent is tough.

"Let's dance!" Cindy cheered and pulled me into the crowd of sweaty people.

Whilst moving my hips to the beat, I glanced around to try and find someone I was at least mildly attracted to. My plan was to hook up with someone. I know I have "work" tomorrow but I don't plan on falling asleep after. I just need someone to take my mind off of Tom for a while.

As I finished scanning the dancing bodies, I floated over to the couch area. I sighed as I couldn't see anyone I-

Wait a minute.

"Oh my god." My body froze.

"What? What's wrong?" Cindy worried.

"He's here! Tom is here!" I panicked

"Shut up! Where? I wanna see how hot he really is..."

I pointed to where he was sitting.

"Fuck he's fine." She licked her lips and laughed. "Damn I get why you're horny all the time."

"Mate!" I hit her, eyes wide.

"Are you gonna go say hello?" She winked.

"No of course not. I mean, that cant stop me dancing and getting his attention though, right?" I bit my lip.