Just two adults who are stuck in their sixteen year old bodies while mentally another age. Oh, and the world is ending.
[five hargreeves x fem!oc]
( season 1 - 4 )
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AUGUST 21st, 1991
"Listen to me asshole, you don't understand how much of a day I've had. Don't— make this difficult." Currently in a match of strangling a man, Josie sat on top of a man; using a tie as the man himself tried to attack Josie's face. It was quite painful and annoying since this man has so much to live for.
"You Little, bitch—"
Hearing a gunshot not too far away from her, Josie screamed when she saw blood hit her in the face, realizing the man died but not because of her.
"What?" She whispered, getting off the man's stomach and smearing the blood off her face.
"It looked like you needed help." Turning around to see a man in a black suit, walking towards her as he held a larger gun than she expected it to be.
"This wasn't your mission Hargreeves, I had that guy." Josie scoffed, grabbing the neck from the man and putting it into her pocket.
"Thats not what the handler thought."
Five hargreeves always thought it was good to one up on Josie, even if he had seniority, it didn't matter because all the missions anyone else does, would slowly go to him as he was clearly the best at the commission, even if Josie was the second best.
"So what? That wasn't your job." Josie put her leather jacket back on, rolling her eyes. Five begged to differ, taking something out of his pocket and handing Josie a note.
"If this says to help me then I'll kill you myself." Josie warned, opening the note to see exactly what she was looking for.
"The handler knows best. Clearly you should know that." Five sassed, putting his hands into his pockets.
Josie wouldn't lie, Five Hargreeves was simply an attractive man, however; he was pushing his fourties' as Josie had barely turned 30. She would never have a shot with him, even if she tried.
