cops and robbers │ oliver aiku

The first mission

"Miss Y/n... Miss?"

 Y/n slumped in her chair and groaned as she heard a knock on her office door. She'd gotten so drunk yesterday that her hangover was still haunting her. Trying to ignore the incessant drumming on her temples, she sat up slightly in her chair, brushing a few stray hairs from her face before clearing her throat.

"Come in," she said, shuffling papers to appear busy and focused.

Raven hair poked out from behind the door as Isagi stepped into the room, still keeping his hand on the door knob.

"Oh, Isagi it's just you," y/n sighed in relief, immediately dropping the file in her hand and slumping back down in her chair.

"'Just' me? How hurtful," he acted hurt, clutching a hand to his heart.

"Shut up, you drama queen. You know I'm hungover." y/n said, smiling.

"The Chief wants to talk to you, he needs you in ten... it seems there's a big assignment he wants you to cooperate in. He's in the main meeting room at the moment," he grinned, as he tried to snoop around y/n's office.

"Oooh what's this? Fancy," Isagi picked up an expensive-looking paperweight in the shape of a rose. He made his way behind y/n's chair, resting his arms on top of her head.

"A gift from Michael," y/n sighed. "He still thinks he can buy my forgiveness every time he messes up. You know he left 2 louis vuitton bags outside my house today? I'm surprised no one stole them. He's such an idiot."

Isagi smiled softly as he looked down at y/n, listening to her grumble about her husband to him. He was honestly so lucky to have won the colleague lottery. A smart, strong, hardworking, and extremely attractive woman who worked in the office next to him? Who could ask for more?

"... and then he told me it was an 'accident' that he cheated on me, because he was drunk, so it technically didn't count. I mean, could he be any more of an asshole? So then-"

"Why are you still with him?" Isagi interrupted. "I mean, even if you broke up with him, you could easily find someone better the next day. I know plenty of guys who'd love to date you. Myself included, of course." He flashed a smile down at her. Y/n laughed, gently removing his arms from her head and patting her hair down.

"Well, my birthday's in two days, so i'm going to just accept whatever expensive and extravagant gift he has prepared for me, then break up with him. I might need to get a restraining order after that though..." She pondered to herself. Y/n grinned up at Isagi, giving him a playful wink.

"I haven't divorced him yet, because I know it'll be a massive pain in the ass. But I've got to get it over with," she shrugged. "Plus, I gave my number to a guy at the bar yesterday. Ooh, I wonder if he's texted back..."

Y/n ducked down under her desk and reached for her bag, rummaging around for her phone before pulling it out onto the surface of the desk. She opened it, opening her messages app to check for any notifications. Ignoring the 99+ messages she had from her husband, she scrolled slightly down to a message she had received yesterday from an unknown number. Again, Isagi bent down, this time resting his arms on the headrest of y/n's desk chair as he read her messages over her shoulder.

[Unknown number]

Hey gorjius

gorgus

fuck 

gorgus

gorg

shit 

hey gorgoues

ykw nvm

hey pretty

Y/n laughed, quickly typing out a response.

hey

"Is that it?" Isagi asked.

"What?" Y/n said defensively. "What else am i supposed to say?"

"I dunno," he said.

"Then don't interrupt," she shushed him. "If I can bag Michael, I can bag this guy. You know how far up his own ass Michael is, right?" Y/n waved her hand in Isagi's face, the glint of expensive rings flashing in his eyes.

Ping!

A message popped up on Y/n's phone.

[Unknown number]

are you busy rn?

been thinking about you all night

i'm at work right now

i'll see you at the same bar tonight

10:00?

I'll see you there, love

She showed the message to Isagi, who forced a smile on his face.

"Are you seriously going to let him sweet talk himself into your pants?" he asked, tapping y/n on the forehead lightly.

"Well, he's doing a better job than Michael at the moment, so we never know," she shrugged. "I'll tell you if it happens. Anyway, I better go see what the boss wants now." She grinned, heaving herself from her chair. Isagi followed her out of her office, and watched her walk away, a slight frown on his face.

Y/n hummed to herself quietly as she walked towards the meeting room. She was in a good mood, knowing that she'd be able to see the hot guy again. Once she reached the door of the room, she knocked quickly, before opening the door quietly.

"Miss Y/n, come in please," her boss smiled. Y/n was surprised to see three other men sitting next to him, lounging comfortably. Very good looking men. Did this agency always have such handsome faces? Noticing her puzzled expression, her boss waved a hand to her, inviting her to sit with them. "These three will be accompanying you on your mission. I need the four of you to join the mafia."

"Excuse me?" y/n asked, shocked.

"It's necessary to have people on the inside if we're ever to stop them," he explained. "Chigiri Hyoma, Mikage Reo and Nagi Seishiro have all agreed to do this job. What about you?"

"Uuh.." Y/n pondered for a moment.

Pros: Work with hot men, probably good money and a promotion, maybe become a mafia boss' wife??

Cons: Might get shot

Y/n sighed. The choice was clearly obvious.

"I'll do it."