d.o'b [one-shots/imagines ]

The Fox

I mentally groaned at the sweaty dancing bodies in my path. I despised parties more than anything, but I had a job to do. I had to trap Stiles Stilinski. Also named 'The Fox'.

He was the FBI's most wanted criminal. That guy was bad.

I was one of the most reputed FBI agents. So they obviously gave me the job.

I tried to make my way through the sweaty bodies, which wasn't an easy task. It was hard to breathe, the temperature was getting higher and higher. My breath caught in my throat as a body hit mine harshly. I almost tripped but caught someone's arm to steady myself. The dark haired man who hit me was already making his way through the dancing adults, not even bothering to say sorry.

Then, something hit me. I took out the small photo that my boss gave me. The man from the picture had the same dark brown hair and muscular figure as the guy who hit me. It was Stiles. I put the picture back in my purse and hurried to follow the man.

I ran through the dancers and saw him going towards the bathroom.

"Hey! Hey you!", I yelled, out breath. The hot temperature was almost making me feel dizzy and the loud music resounded in my ears and skull. Stiles turned around and frowned when he saw me running towards him.

"I don't have time for a drink, sorry.", he shouted over the loud music.

"No, it's just that I nearly made you fall earlier, I'm extremely clumsy. I just wanted to apologize.", I shouted back. "You just seem really busy.", I added. I wasn't thinking about what the hell was coming out of my mouth. I looked extremely stupid, disturbing him to apologize for disturbing him.

His features showed confusion. I took this moment of silence to study his features: his dark hair was humid from sweat and falling on his forehead, his dark eyes didn't look drunk the slightest, his thick eyebrows were frowning. Freckles and beauty marks decorated his face. He was hot for a murderer.

"I'm sorry, I really don't have time for conversations right now. I gotta get going.", he explained. I mentally groaned, I couldn't let him get away now. I walked towards him rapidly and grabbed his arm, pulling him in the single-person bathroom. He snatched his arm away from my hand and an angry look took over his face.

"I don't have time for make outs in bathrooms-"

"I'm not trying to make out with you. I recognized you.", I explained. His expression softened but his angry look was  immediately replaced by fear.

"If you recognized me from the news I swear, I'm not the murderer. It's my twin.", he said. I almost laughed. He had an excuse all made up for situations like this. And I didn't even understand why he came in bars, he was the most wanted man in America.

" I was told to find you. By Scott McCall.", I said, making up the whole thing. Scott McCall was Stiles' loyal partner in crime. We had this dude in jail, but Stiles probably didn't know that.

"Scott? Is he okay? Why isn't he answering my calls?", he asked. He was totally panicked and obviously worried about his friend. It surprised me from a murderer but I still felt bad for lying. But with the job I had, I couldn't feel bad for lying.

"He's fine. It's just that the cops almost got him. He threw his phone away, in fear for the cops to find his location.", I explained. Stiles relaxed and sat against the bathroom wall. He suddenly looked up to me, confused.

"How do you know all this?", he asked. I was fucked. Officially. I thought fast of an answer, a believable one.

"I was looking for money. Someone told me Scott McCall was hiring people for him.", I lied. Stiles frowned.

"Criminals don't hire.", he objected.

"I know that's what he told me. But he also told me he would do an exception because he wanted to find you but he couldn't get out of his hiding spot.", I lied again. The frown on Stiles' face didn't leave but he seemed to believe me.

"And what's your name, princess?", he asked, the last word sending a shiver down my spine. I thought of a name.

"F/N (fake name).", I answered, confidently. Stiles smirked.

"Well, I could buy you a drink F/N."

 

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I took out my phone as Stiles was leaving the table to buy a drink. I clicked on my coworker's contact and put the phone to my ear as it rung.

"Y/N, did you find him?", she asked, alarmed.

"Yeah, he's buying me a drink.", I informed.

"Alright were coming in. What table?", Julia asked.

"The one right next to the bar.", I answered. I saw one of my coworkers as Stiles was coming back. I gestured my coworker to come over where I was, making it look like I was saying hi to a friend.

"You know that guy?", Stiles asked. I nodded.

"You see him?", Julia asked in the phone, referring to my other coworker.

"Yes. Thank you .", I said before hanging up. My coworker was getting closer and closer.

"Thanks for the drink.", I smiled to Stiles. He smirked and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. Something warm triggered within my chest, almost making me choke on my own breath.

My coworker was now right behind Stiles.

"You are under arrest, everything you will say will be held against you.", he shouted. Stiles closed his eyes in annoyance. My heart skipped a beat as he gave me an angry look.

"FBI agent? Well played.", he admitted, surprisingly calm. He turned around and my coworker cuffed him.

And I couldn't help but feel bitter as they took him away.