Book 1 2015-2016

Mr. Mikaelson - Elijah Mikaelson

"Booth! Y/L/N"

Your head shot up. O'Connor was stood in his doorway. The rest of your colleagues looked up wanting to know whether two of his favourite detectives were being fired. Confidently, you pushed your chair out and got up and walked into his office, taking a seat opposite his desk.

Once Booth was sat beside you, he shut the door and threw down two manila files onto the desk.

"This is your new case. Serial killer making his way across the south. You two will be stationed in New Orleans. Your task is to apprehend him at a gala being held by the Mikaelson family, if he attends it"

"I have to go to New Orleans with him?"

O'Connor nodded, amused.

"Uh, Y/N, you might want to read the file."

You flipped open the first page. Your undercover identity was on the first page, it didn't seem all that bad until you saw the relationship status. Married.

"No fucking way. I am not being fake married to him."

"It's just this once."

"I'm not that bad."

"Anyway, this guy is good at computers. we had new phone numbers created and managed to create you social media accounts that span the last 8 years. There are more files and case information being dropped off to your homes along with the both of you in about 20 minutes"

"when are we leaving?" you asked, closing the files and massaging your temples.

"Tomorrow morning."

"Really? You tell us the night before?"

"We knew you would say no and now you have no other option but to do it"

"I hate you O'Connor" You sighed getting out of the chair and leaving his office.

You logged off your computer and grabbed your bag. Booth followed suit and you both went to your apartments.

He facetimed you while you were packing.

"Did you know we had an argument that made got me kicked out of my apartment?"

"Damn, they were thorough."

"It makes keeping cover a whole lot harder when you have all of these details to remember."

"Which is why they're sending their best undercover detective and one that it slightly more above average."

"Hey, you're great undercover too."

You showed him your middle finger to the camera and he chuckled.

"Our hotel rooms going to be a single bed double. So don't bring any sexy pajamas."

You looked up and gave him a 'really?' face.

"Why dont you just keep it in your pants. You'll be sleeping in the bathtub anyway so it's fine."

"What?"

"Yep"

"So this guy? Do they know if he's going to be there for sure?"

"Well from what I've read, they're keeping the best closest to his last murder location, the further you go, the shitter the detectives. So if he's not in New Orleans, then we get on a plane to the next place he'll hit."

"I hope he is in New Orleans, I don't enjoy flying."

"We also have to question these Mikaelson people, O'Connor managed to get them on our side using information that we don't have clearance on."