Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 29

After Sister Sage's questions, Noir's curiosity about Y/N deepened. He left the room, his mind racing. His next stop was Y/N's office, where he hoped to find answers.

When Noir arrived, Y/N looked up from her desk, a bit startled by his sudden appearance. "Can I help you?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.

Noir, clearly unsettled, quickly pulled out his notebook and scribbled down a few words before handing it to her.

"Sage asked me about something weird."

Y/N's eyes widened slightly. "What kind of weird?"

Noir didn't respond verbally but wrote again on his notebook:

"About me helping you with something."

Y/N's heart sank as she read the note. The urgency of the situation hit her hard. If Noir was getting questions from Sage, it meant their cover was slipping. She laughed awkwardly, trying to keep her composure. "Well, you are technically helping me stay safe, aren't you?" she said.

Noir's expression shifted from confusion to disappointment. He put his hand over his face, clearly frustrated. He wrote once more:

"Tell me what's going on before it's too late to actually help."

Y/N's pulse quickened as she read the note. Deep inside, she knew she couldn't trust Noir fully. Revealing the truth could be dangerous, if Noir found out she was a CIA agent and not just a journalist, he might see it as a betrayal—and act accordingly. Let's just say he would slit her throat right then and there. Lol.

She took a deep breath, struggling with her decision. Noir's intense gaze made her feel like she was under a microscope. She knew he wasn't just some brute enforcer; he was intelligent, perceptive, and dangerous. If she told him the truth, she could end up in a situation far worse than she was already in.

Her mind raced with the possibilities. She could fabricate a story to buy herself time, but that might only make things worse. Noir's stare was unwavering, his presence imposing. She had to choose her words carefully.

"I—" she began, her voice faltering. She needed to find a balance between honesty and deception. "I promise you, everything is alright."

Noir's eyes narrowed, clearly unsatisfied with her vague response. He shook his head slightly, a gesture of frustration.

As he turned to leave, Y/N felt a pang of regret. She knew every step she took could be her last. She watched Noir walk away, his shoulders tense, the air heavy with unspoken words. The stakes were higher than ever, and she needed to find a way to protect herself and her mission without tipping Noir off or getting caught in his web of suspicion.

After her unsettling encounter with Noir, Y/N knew she needed to get the evidence to her superiors. It was time to make a report and move forward with her mission. So, she made her way to the CIA headquarters, determined to drop off the crucial evidence and get some damn answers.

Walking into the bustling office. She handed the evidence over to the director, who glanced through the stack with a serious expression. It wasn't long before the director called her into a private room.

"Y/N, we need to talk," the director said, looking more serious than usual.

"What's up?" Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice steady. She was tired and on edge.

The director glanced at the pile of documents and then back at her. "We appreciate the work you've done, but we need you to stay a bit longer. This is critical information, and we need to ensure we've got everything covered."

Y/N's eyes widened in frustration. "Are you fucking kidding me? My life is at risk here! I've done everything I can. I need to get out before something happens!"

The director remained calm but firm. "I understand the urgency, but this information is too important to rush. We need to make sure we've covered all bases. You're one of our best assets in this operation, and we can't afford to screw this up."

Y/N slammed her hand on the desk. "I don't have time for this! Everyone is onto me, and if I stick around any longer, I'm screwed. I'm telling you, this is not just about following protocol—this is about my fucking life!"

The director's face softened slightly. "We're fully aware of the risks. That's why we need you to stay just a little longer. We've put extra measures in place to ensure your safety. Your work here isn't done yet, and we need you to help us finalize the details."

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She knew arguing wouldn't get her anywhere, and she couldn't afford to burn bridges with her own agency. They were right about the importance of the evidence, but she was terrified that staying any longer might be a death sentence.

"Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "But I'm not staying one second longer than necessary. You better have my back on this."

The director nodded. "We'll make sure of it. We have resources and security measures in place. You're important to us, Y/N. We need you here to complete this mission."

Y/N sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Alright, I'll stay. But if anything happens to me, it's on you."

The director nodded again, a look of relief in their eyes. "We understand. Thank you for your cooperation."