Mafia Mischief

Mafia Mischief: Chapter #6

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Past: Two Weeks Later ▹ April
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[My Tiger] 🐯
Hey you. I just got home. How was work?

[Little Fox] 🦊
Hey. It was ok. I guess.

Derek stared at his phone for a moment wondering before hitting the call button.

"Hi My Tiger."

"Hello, My Little Fox. Is everything all right? You always have so much to tell me."

A soft sigh came in response, "Oh um...actually I need to tell you something, but I am worried about it."

Derek's muscles tensed and he swallowed thickly, thinking he had an idea of where it was going, "You can tell me anything. Always."

"So, remember when we started talking and we both agreed we couldn't talk about our jobs?"

"Yes. I remember. Why?" Derek took a seat on his couch as he waited for his little fox to continue.

"I have to do something for my job that will make it impossible to continue talking like we have. I won't have access to the internet to utilize for anything non-work related. or to anything that'll allow me to contact anyone. I-I know how that probably sounds, but I was thinking that maybe-when I'm back-we could-I could-you might want to-"

Derek held his breath barely whispering, "Might want to...?"

"Might want to get coffee with me. You said you can't go a day without it, and I know a place. Just if you want to, but don't tell me your answer now. Tell me when I'm back. Okay?"

"Why not now?"

"Because I just wanted to ask and if you say no, I'll be wondering why not and if you say yes, I'll not be able to focus. I like you and I don't want to mess anything up."

"I'll wait. I like you too. A lot and I don't want to mess it up either." Derek melted into a puddle and bit his lip.

"I wish we could still talk. I-I...I don't want to not have this every day."

"I know, Little Cub. I know."

"I want cuddles so badly right now. Can we stay on longer?"

"Of course, we can, Little Cub. I know you'll miss it, but we still have tonight."

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Past: Earlier that Morning ▹ April
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Stiles was working on his computer, having been sent a few smaller cases to work over since he had just solved a high profile one. He was a hard worker and one of the best agents they had, if not the best.

"Special Agent Stilinski? A word please."

Stiles looked up towards the voice, his eyes widening slightly when he saw the deputy director, Alan Deaton, "Yes, Sir." He quickly got up and followed the director as he was led into a large conference room, the door being pulled shut behind him. As he surveyed the room his eyes fell on a man who was looking out the window with his hands behind his back before the shade was drawn.

"Have a seat, agent."

He was quick to comply, and he almost swallowed his tongue when the man turned to face him. It was the head of the FBI himself, Director Christopher Argent.

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Past: One Hour Later ▹ April
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"Do you understand what's being asked of you, Agent?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you prepared to carry out this assignment?"

"I am prepared to do so fully and completely."

"Good. Head home and make arrangements. You're to report here tomorrow morning at 8 am. This is classified and I don't need to remind you what is at stake."

"Yes, Sir. I will be here. And no, Sir. I am fully aware of what is at stake here." Stiles was calm as could be, and he felt his body thrumming with excitement mixed with a sliver of nerves.

Mr. Argent tilted his head and stood, "You're our best and brightest with the highest solve rate in the bureau, Special Agent Stilinski. I know you're the one who will see that we're successful."

"You're too kind, Sir. Is there anything else?"

"No. That'll be all. Good day." He exited the room, leaving Stiles seated in the chair. He knew what had been asked of him and that he was more than capable of seeing it through. He just wished he could tell his dad and his boyfriend. He retrieved his things from his desk and left heading home for what would be the last time until he didn't know when. With this kind of assignment there was no telling when he'd be back or if he would be back.