Lovesick | Natasha Romanoff (GxG)

Part 29; Here Comes Chaos

~Y/N's Pov~

A few days later, I could finally finish all my pending cases; to small cases like a burglary and to the larger ones like kidnappings. Wherever I go, I get an unease feeling in my stomach. It's just my mind playing tricks on me after everything that happened with that Bosnic mission including the assassins. It always feels as Bosnic said something to the officers that works at the prison, and now the assassins are coming for me. Though, the assassins will also kill Bosnic if he rats them out too. Doesn't make much sense, but all I know is that me and Andrew can never talk about that.

After a few days I still haven't seen or spoken to Natasha yet. No phone calls, no accidental encounters at stores, and no texts.
What Bosnic said about revenge, I still think about. He thinks I should get revenge on Vladimir for ruining everything, and I hate to admit it, but I've been considering that idea. Natasha will probably hate me if I turn in her boss, Vlad. On the bright side, Natasha's old records would be clean, and nobody else will ever think of her as a criminal ever again, that is if nobody finds out she's an assassin. I still don't know what to do about that problem.

Andrew rushed inside my office with a smirk. It's good to see him up and going again after his accident with the mafia members. He says there's only a scar that the bullet left, now only wearing a bandage underneath his shirt.

"Guess who just got tickets to Beyoncé!" He cheered, holding up two concert tickets to Beyoncé's concert.

I lean back in my chair, dropping my case file. "Oh, awesome." I smile softly.

He shakes his head, staring at me like I'm the idiot before it clicks him, "Ah, you're still upset about Natasha. Well, you should technically blame yourself for pushing her away and not talking to her again. No offense."

"None taken" I mutter.

He walks closer to my desk and sits on the chair opposite of me. "Don't you think it's good that she's gone? You can finally get over her then."

"Yeah."

"Oh come on, don't be so dry!" He cheered. I purse my lips.

"I... have a crazy idea." I said.

"Oh no, that's never good."

"What if I give Vladimir in?" Andrew's jaw dropped. "I mean- then it clears Natasha's old case records. Just so that she never has to think about that again. Vladimir's found guilty, and then Boom!- 'possession over drugs' isn't in Natasha's record anymore, but in Vladimir's"

"No." He was quick to reply.

I whisper, "Yeah, I thought you say that."

"Y/N, I know you said you still love her. But I expected you to message her already, but you didn't. So, let it go. It's for the best."

I sigh. "You're right."

"I'm sorry, I really am." He stood up, "Maybe go home and clear your mind before you do something stupid. Beyoncé can wait."

Sadly, I watch as he walked out of my office. Biting on my lip, my thoughts went to wonderland.
I tried my best to get back to work, but I couldn't.
Leaning my head in my hands, I groan.

"Ruff day?"

I shoot my head up and see the woman who checks up on me every week, leaning against my doorframe.

"Oh, Roxanne. Hi, come in."

"I got bad news, but you look like you heard enough of it." She teases, with a smirk. Roxanne stands in front of my desk, looking down at me with crossed arms.

I sigh, "Ugh, just hit me with it."

Roxanne's grin disappears. "Turns out you're not gunna' be my tutor. It's Harper."

"That's great though? Andrew's careless, he'll let you do anything, maybe even shoot someone." I joke.

"Yeah, he is. But I wanted you."

I frown. "Yeah, sorry you can't get anything you want..."

He grin returns. "Oh, I will someday"

Flashing an awkward smile, I break eye contact and look down to the files spread across my desk.

"Looks like you're busy. I'll get out of your hair after you tell me what's wrong."

"You won't understand."

"Make me understand?"

Twisting up at her, we lock eyes. She looked serious, and a bit worried at the same time. "I have a choice to make for someone, but they won't like it, they'll be mad. It'll help them though... It's like eating veggies- it's gross and you don't want to eat it, but it has great benefits and is the best for your health."

She chuckles at my example, slowly nodding her head. "I say do it and eat that veggies. It'll help, even if you don't like it." She said softly, smiling.

She's right.

-

A lump in my throat. Heart practically jumping out of my chest, sweat dripping off my forehead. Gun in my hand, and an entire squad of agents next to me.
We throw a smoke grenade down into the headquarters before kicking the basement doors down. The red lasers of the guns activate for a better shot. "Don't move!", Echo'd voices of agents, threating to shoot the assassins. I searched for Natasha, but luckily, she wasn't here. They drop to the ground, terrified with their hands above their heads. It felt like everything was in slow motion. I could only hear my own breathing for the loud smoke bombs making my ears ring.
Finally, we got to the big boss. There were lasers pointing towards Vladimir each side of him. He had no choice but to surrender, dropping to his knees with his hands held high.

Outside, it was dark. The agents dragging the assassins out one-by-one by the handcuffs. When Vladimir stepped out, his eyes lands on me. I felt my heart drop. His eyes pierced through my soul. He didn't blink once, until he turns his head as he was being loaded in a vehicle.

Suddenly, there was a hand on my shoulder.

"Well done, agent L/N. I don't know how you did it, but I'm proud." John praised. "Not only did you capture Bosnic and his little team, but also assassins? Woah. Truly... woah."

I didn't know if I should celebrate or hide forever.

"Thanks" I whisper, giving him a weak smile.

Andrew stood at the vehicles, helping to load up the assassins. He looked at me, and we both shared the same scared, concerned look.

It had to be done, for Natasha's shake.

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