Game Changer

Chap 12 "Going Undercover"

Angela's POV
I looked at Jeremy as he held my hand. "We raised our kids right," I smiled. The doorbell rang. "Oh, come on." I opened the door and my team walked in. "Which project is going on?"
"You're our secret weapon," Hotch pointed at me as I closed the door. "We need you to go undercover."
"Okay," I nodded. "Give me the details."
"You look like your twenty," JJ nodded. "They said I look twenty five so you beat me."
"What exactly am I doing?" I asked.
"Here's your file," Hotch nodded as he handed me a file. "You're going to be working undercover. Never reveal yourself to anyone unless it's us." I nodded. "Good luck."
"This is usually a case for five year agents," Rossi nodded. "We think you're mostly qualified to pull this case off."
"Headquarters will be here and the office," Hotch added. "Don't make this look obvious. You have to blend in."
"I got it," I sighed. I looked at my file. "My name is Tiffany Hillburn."
"Just blend in," Hotch nodded. "You're a PI. Shouldn't be too hard."
"Key word: shouldn't," I nodded.
"You got this, baby girl," Morgan nodded.
I was a private investigator put undercover for a lot of reasons. I went to a diner to work on my first case. Even though I was undercover, I had to work undercover as well. I took pictures of a truck driver with a waitress because the truck driver's wife was wondering if he was cheating on her or not. A guy sat next to me. I looked at my camera and smiled.
"Excuse me," said the guy. I looked at him. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
"I'm not really the sugar daddy type, and I'm kinda busy here," I replied.
"I understand," said the guy. He walked to the waitress and the truck driver. "Excuse me. Excuse me. Sorry to bother you." I watched. "This woman right over here has been following you and taking your picture." I looked around pretending to do something else. "I know she doesn't look it but she's a private investigator that's been hired by your wife to prove that you've been cheating on the road." I walked up to them. "She doesn't have any real evidence yet, so if you pop on down to the next diner, I'm sure you can find a waitress that you could take your way into her pants." The guy walked up to me and showed me his badge. "Looks like you just freed up. Arman Ranford, FBI." I sat down with him. "Have you heard of the Georgen Mafia?" I nodded. "A group of these monsters immigrated to the United States fifteen years ago. Led by a guy named Vorge Kashlove. He deals drugs, fraud, and extortion."
"And what does this have to do with me?" I asked.
"We're leveling an indictment against Kashlove this afternoon. His chief witness is a guy named Jason Patron," said Arman. "Patron did the books for Kashlove without knowing it and we are in the process of convincing Jason Patron to testify against Kashlove."
"And I got a grilled cheese for lunch," I replied.
"What?" Arman asked, confused.
"What is your point?" I asked.
"My point is Patron's daughter goes to college in New Orleans and we want you to keep an eye on her," Arman replied.
"Don't you have somebody at the bureau who can do that?" I asked.
"Our trainees would have a pretty difficult time passing as a college sorority girl," Arman nodded. "They're pretty beefy and they got mustaches. And that's just the women. I did my homework on you. Your mother died when you were young, you were raised by your father, and by proxy. Most of the New York police force. At eleven, you became a really great shot and you're well versed in jujitsu. I'm an aikido man myself."
"Sorry," I replied.
"Why are you sorry?" Arman asked.
"Aikido is a fashionable way for fat house wives to lose weight at their local equinox," I responded.
"You calling me a fat house wife?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"You don't think jujitsu is a dated form?"
"No, it's the most defensive system there is when it comes to overcoming size."
"Please."
"I'm serious. With the right amount of leverage and speed, I can drive you through that window right now."
"If you were behind the wheel of a forklift," Arman nodded.
"This is a waste of my time," I replied. I got up and walked out of the diner. Arman followed me. "What?"
"Do you know what a heart hit is?" Arman asked.
"Never heard of it," I nodded as I put on my jacket.
"It's an eastern European enforcement practice. A family will plant the life to the loved one of their enemy. The plant will work their way into the life of the target, to stay close to them."
"So the threat of a heart hit alone is enough to prevent testimony?" I asked.
"Exactly. There's a heart hit planted on Jason's daughter's life," Arman nodded as he showed me a picture. "Her name is Alex Patron. We think she's holding something for her father. Some evidence against Kashlove. Financial statements, counting ledgers that provide her dad with a bargaining chip of some sort."
"I can't do it," I nodded. "I'm needed here."
"Fifteen thousand," Arman sighed.
I walked to my car, "I've got a kid."
"No you don't," Arman nodded. "You've got a dad who got kicked off the police force who loves to gamble."
"Same thing," I nodded.
"I'm offering you a chance to do something real," Arman nodded as I got into the black Camaro. I put the window down. "A chance to work for the FBI. A chance to possibly make a real difference in someone's life. Think about it, Tiffany." I looked at him. "We both know that chasing cheating truckers is not the top realm of investigative fulfillment." I put on my shades. "My card." He handed me his card. "In case you change your mind."
"Not going to," I nodded and drove off. I drove home and walked into the house. "That guy knew every single detail of my file."
"Tomorrow will be different," Morgan nodded. "Jeremy's not home."
"I'll wait up for him," I nodded. The agents went to bed. I sat in the chair in the living room and waited for Jeremy to come home. He walked through the door. "Where were you?"
"I had dinner with some guys," Jeremy nodded.
"That coffee cup you're holding is from Starbucks," I replied. "There's only three franchises in the Quantico area. The airport, the one by Logan's, or the racing park. You always read the newspaper every morning." I looked at him. "That newspaper you're holding hasn't been opened yet and that red stamp on your hand give you access to see the race." I looked at him and stood up. I crossed my arms. "So tell me, Jeremy. How was the track?"
"You're too quick for me, Angela," Jeremy nodded.
"How much?" I asked.
"I was so close to getting the money for Lylee's sweet sixteen," Jeremy replied. "I lose seventeen thousand."
I nodded and sighed. "Jeremy, you have a job that pays you about four hundred a week," I replied. "I have a job that pays two thousand every two weeks. Going back into the racing games, don't do it again. You can sleep on the couch tonight." I walked up to my room and closed the door. I cried myself to sleep. The next morning I got showered, got dressed, and went down to the living room. "Hotch, do I call Arman?"
"Yeah," Hotch nodded.
"Alright," I sighed. I shoot him a text and met up with him at an abandoned warehouse. "Arman, what is this place?"
"You'll see," Arman nodded. "We gained you entry to Alex's sorority." I looked at him. "You're a transfer from the University of Hawaii."
"Obscure school?" I asked. Arman nodded. "Far away." I sighed. "But I need more money."
"What?" Arman asked.
"Listen, I'm gonna take the gig. I'm gonna go to the college and throw on some lipstick but I'm gonna need five grand more," I replied.
"Fine, but you're gonna do a lot more than throw on lipstick," Arman nodded. "Come on." I followed him inside. "Okay."
"You're like forty minutes late," said a woman.
"Who's this?" I asked.
"I'm Bizzy," said the woman.
"You're Busy?" I asked.
"Her name is B-i-z-z-y, she works from the New York office," Arman nodded.
"So, what's this look we're rocking?" Busy asked. "Hobo chic?"
"I don't get it," I nodded.
"Okay, you have to like, try on all these clothes," Busy nodded.
"Fine," I sighed.
"No, Tiffany, you say totally or tots," Busy replied. "That's for when you want to say fine. Okay then. Let's go." I tried on all the clothes and she was teaching me all about makeup and to be girly. Like, I didn't already know it. Arman taught me the homework he got about the sorority Kappa Kappa Zeta. "Wow, that's a lot of homework."
"This is your phone," Arman handed me the newest version of the iPhone with a bedazzled case.
"What'd you do?" I asked. "Rob a nine-year-old?"
"You're actually going to use this phone," Arman nodded. "It's got a built in Kappa app with information on all your sorority sisters."
"Kappa app?" I asked.
"This one you will not use," Arman handed me another phone. "Keep it on you and on at all times."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because that's how I'm going to find you," Arman nodded. "You'll receive a text."
"What if I need to call you?" I asked.
"You'll get a text," Arman replied.
"I need to call you, I'm going to get a text?" I asked.
"Correct," Arman nodded. "And this." He pulled a sheet off a car. "It's a brand new Volkswagon Eos."
"What about my Camaro?" I asked.
"Nope, this is your car," Arman nodded.
"Alright," I nodded. I was all done. Arman flew me and the car to New Orleans. My phone rang and I picked up. "Hello?"
"Angela, where the hell are you?" Morgan asked.
"You sent me on a wild goose chase to New Orleans," I replied. "I have to do this case. Just tell me you have surveillance."
"I do," Garcia replied in the background.
"Thanks," I sighed as I hung up. I drove to the university and found a parking spot. I got out of my car and locked it. I walked into the sorority. A guy was yelling at Cotton, one of the sorority sisters and he was not happy. "Hey, easy there."
"You have a problem?" the guy asked.
"I just think you can be a bit more patient," I nodded.
"Oh really?" he asked. I clenched my fist and unclenched them. I smiled at him. "Don't be late."
"God," I sighed as he left. I looked at her. "Hope that wasn't a first date." I looked at her. "I'm Tiffany."
"I don't care who you are," Cotton replied. "That's Cameron Harrison. He's the president of Omega Alpha Pat, and the son of Senator Harrison."
"I'm sorry," I nodded. "I was just ---"
"You're so insipid," Cotton nodded and walked off.
"I'm really gonna love it here," I sighed. I walked inside the house. A girl came over to me. "Oh."
"Hi, welcome," said the girl. "What's your name?" We went into a room where all the KKZ girls where and they were pledging me into the sorority. "Whoo!"
"Yeah, I'm not a pledge," I nodded. "I'm just a transfer." I walked out of the room. I saw a girl in a red dress walking down the stairs. "Oh."
"Hello beautiful, vibrant Kappa sister," she smiled.
"Hey, I'm Tiffany," I smiled and held out my hand. She looked at me. "What?"
"You're supposed to greet me back," she nodded.
"I did," I nodded.
"No, the way that I greeted you," she responded.
"Right. Of course. Hello beautiful, vibrant Kappa sister," I smiled.
"Those are the words that I used," she obviously stated. "You have to use your own words."
"Hello sweet, freshly manicured, evenly spray tanned Kappa sister," I smiled.
"Hi, I'm Sasha," she smiled. "President of Kappa Kappa Zeta and you're Tiffany Hillburn, our transfer from Hawaii."
"And you're really well informed," I smiled as we hugged.
"And now that you've seen the chapter room, which you know that boys are never allowed in," Sasha smiled.
"I wasn't planning on it," I nodded.
"Just saying. Let me show you upstairs," Sasha nodded.
I followed her upstairs. "You know, you seem more mature than the other girls," I stated.
"That's because I'm older," Sasha responded. "I was modeling in Croatia for three years before I came here."
"Croatia?" I asked.
"Yeah, uhm, Croatia is the new golden age of couture," Sasha nodded. "It's Paris, 1947."
"Is it?" I questioned. I saw Alex at the end of the hall, walking towards us. "Oh my god. Under the stars of the blue southern sky, where girls become women. We bake apple pie. There's fish and there's trees. There's tents and there's cheese."
"Wakka-wakka, hey! Wakka-wakka, who?" Alex joined me. "Wakka-wakka, me. Wakka-wakka, you."
"You went to Camp Wakka-Wakka?" Alex asked.
"You don't remember me?" I asked. Alex nodded. "Tiffany Hillburn? I was in Cabin Whisper Nine. Kind of was a loner, ate a lot of bugs."
"Oh, okay," Alex nodded. "Can you believe what happened to Shelly Simons?"
"I know, it's it fantastic?" I asked.
"She lost her arm," Alex sighed.
"What she's doing with the other arm," I nodded. "She's just so strong. You know, I was really nervous about transferring here, but I am so psyched that I already have a friend."
"Right," Alex nodded.
"I just love reunions," Sasha smiled.
"Tots," I smiled. She showed me to my room. "Whoa."