Mission: Love (1D FF)

7. (Short second update!)

When I walked out of the elevator, it was like a scene from a movie. Everything was in slow motion, and all eyes were on me. I have to admit, I did look good tonight. One man staring caught my eye, it was Louis, my 'boyfriend'. I couldn't tell if he was playing along as the 'boyfriend' role, or if he was actually stunned. His mouth fell open a little as he looked me up and down. Then Zayn noticed his mate looking at me, and looked. His lips formed a smirk as he secretly checked me out.

I walked up to the group of five boys and smiled, as they looked at me in awe. I mean, I don't mean to sound conceited, but I did kind of like this attention. I may have to dress like this more often- although, I could so do without the heels, they were killing me!

We headed off to the bar, cramming all 6 of us into range rover, including Paul the driver. It was a little claustrophobic, especially when you're crammed between two boys, only a tiny space left for you. I had to scrunch my shoulders up, which made the front of my dress move away from my body, and gave pretty much anyone a good view of my boobs. Oh, joy.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at a bar called 'Lotus Flower'. I figured Zayn would find a way to meet up with someone tonight, I mean come on we're at a club, so I brought my badge along with me. I realized that the security guards were doing a strip search, and I had at least my taser with me.

"Uh, I'll meet you guys in there, I have to call my mom." I just made the lamest excuse ever, but who cares. I waited until they were inside, and then I walked up to the guards.

"Ma'am we're going to have to search you."

I pulled out my badge, and showed them. They nodded, and let me in. I entered, and started looking for Louis. Perks to being an investigator- you don't have to have meaty hands search all of you just to enter a bar. When I spotted Louis, I walked up to him.

"Hey lets go get some drinks." I told him.

"Alright. I'll meet up with you boys... later." Louis said all dramatically, following me to the bar.

"So," I started as we sat down on a stool. "Clubs are typically where people meet up with drug dealers. I mean it's really obvious. So, if you notice anyone take Zayn away, alert me. Make sure you get a good clear vision of him. That way we can narrow this investigation down. Anyway, would you like a drink, it's on me." I stated.

"Why is it on you?"

"It's my way to thank you. For, ya know, helping me. Well, Zayn."

"Well, I should be thanking you by buying drinks; without you, Zayn and even all of us, could be dead." Louis stated, his eyes hinted that he was about to cry, but his face suggested otherwise as a smile broke out.

"I can't turn down free drinks. How 'bout a shot contest?"

"Oh it is on!"

An hour later, the whole club gathered around louis and I as we continued taking shots. By now, I was on my 16th shot, and he was on his 20th. He was so confident that he was going to win. He kept going, 21, 22, 23, and finally stopped. The club cheered as he beat me, and all I could do was laugh.

Then, a man got up on a table and shot two bullets in the air, silencing everyone. Instinctively my hand went to my own gun.

"All of you shut up. If anyone pulls out a cell phone, you will be shot. Am I clear? No one will help you, I killed all the guards. Well the two that were here." He yelled.

Everyone nodded, as the armed stranger looked around. His eyes spotted a fellow citizen trying to pull his out quickly.

"I said," he took two shots, "no phones." The innocent man fell, blood pooling around him.

"Hey!" I said, moving my way from the back of the crowd to the front.

"And who are you?" The gun man said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

I pulled my gun out, pointed it at him and stared him in the eye.

"FBI drop you weapon!" I yelled, instantly blowing my cover.

The man looked around, and his eyes landed on Zayn. He pulled Zayn up by the collar onto the table, and pointed the gun to his head.

"Not until you drop yours. Otherwise, I shoot him." The gunman said. I gulped. I didn't know what to do, there was no way back up could come. I felt something at my feet and looked down to see Louis. He fell, and at first I thought he passed out, until I saw him slowing reaching into the bag I dropped pulling my gun out. He grabbed my taser, and luckily was out of sight of the deranged man holding Zayn hostage. He continued acting drunk as he got him, moaning and stumbling toward the gun man. He got close enough, and before the gunman could react, he reached up and tasered him right in the thigh close to his crotch. The gunman fell off the table, his body convulsing.

Zayn fell off too, clutching his heart as if he couldn't breath. I grabbed my cuffs, and ran over to the gunman. As I was putting them on, back up finally came. They ran over to the guy as well, and continued to take care of him.

My job was done. Well, this one part of my job, capturing a suspect. Then I realized something I probably shouldn't have done...

I just blew my cover.