Agent Holland | AU

Chapter Three

"We need to get out of here, Tom. We can't stay here. Eventually, they'll find us." she spoke to him, as he turned and locked eye contact with her, his hands full of files.

"Where would we go? We're wanted almost everywhere, Y/n. Everyone is looking for us."

"I might have some connections." she simply said, as he left his things down on the dining table and leaned back against the edge.

"Who?"

"You'll see." she smiled before helping him shred papers and files, throwing away the food in the fridge, and packing their bags.

Half an hour later, they were outside, their house abandoned, a snapback and sunglasses over their faces as they walked around Kingston Upon Thames. Tom gripped the strap of his bag, turning slightly to look at his partner before turning back around and adjusting the bag higher on his shoulder.

They kept their gaze down, passerby's giving them curious glances, some watching longer than usual. Their walking was a normal paced, keeping their surroundings in check, and adjusting their snapbacks so they wouldn't be noticed.

"This way." she grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers together before pulling him inside a doorway.

The logo outside read Osterfield Tower, as she headed to the receptionist, who just smiled and nodded. They headed straight to the elevator, and going to the last floor, and leading him to the double doors.

Knocking three times, she heard a faint beep before the doors unlocked and she walked inside. The doors locked behind them, as they both stood by the door.

"Come on." she nudged him, before walking to the desk close to the window. A black chair was turned, as Tom thought it was empty before it turned, revealing another young man, about his age.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Y/n and Tom." he smiled before getting up and embracing her. "It's been too long. How have you two been?"

His accent was thick, as he looked at both and embraced Tom as well. He was stiff in the embrace, as he noticed it before letting go and turning to the young woman.

"What happened to him?"

"They erased his memory. He doesn't remember who he is, it's all slowly coming back to him over time." he sighed sadly, before locking eye contact with him.

"Do you know who I am, Holland?"

Silence surrounded them, as Tom studied the young man in front of him, his brain trying to piece together memories and faces. He had a hunch, something telling him he was close with this person but nothing was coming together.

"Do you remember Monty?" as soon as those words left his lips, Tom perked up and smiled, before nodding.

"Harrison!" he exclaimed, embracing him before smiling.

"Wow, that was quick." Harrison laughed, before nudging both to a door on the left. Opening it, he led them inside, closing the door behind him and smiling at them.

"What can I do for you guys?"

"We need your help. I assume you've seen the news?" he nodded, sadly, before she sighed and looked at him with a worried face.

"Where do you guys need to go?"

"Los Angeles."

"Okay, I can do that." Harrison pulled out his phone, calling his connections before hanging up and smiling, leading them to the shelves in the back of the room.

"Here is all the equipment you guys might need. I've stocked since the last time Y/n showed up covered in black soot from a bomb explosion. Hopefully this will last you guys a while if you take what you need." Tom mentally thanked him before him and Y/n started stocking their bags with guns, ammo and a grenade, just in case.

"Thank you, Harrison. You don't know how much this means to us."

"Oh, it's no problem, really. You guys helped me when I was going through training in the CIA and helped me get a job. It's the least I could do." Harrison smiled.

"Actually, Harrison, I think it might be best if you come with us." Tom sighed before nodding and turning to the blue eyed boy watching them, with a worried glance.

"Why?"

"Because if they find out you helped us, they'll come for you. We really don't want to put you in any danger. Just, come with us. You already have the basic training, and the connections, we'll protect you." Y/n said, as Harrison sighed before nodding.

"Alright, I'll come with."

2 hours later, Tom, Harrison and Y/n were walking through an airport terminal, snapbacks secured on their heads and black sunglasses on their eyes. Harrison had packed his own bag, shipping the rest over to LA so it would be ready when it got there.

They had gotten their hands on 3 last tickets to LA in commercial, and they immediately made their way over to the airport, disguising themselves the best they could and getting on the earliest flight.

Without being seen by the cameras, they got on the flight, Tom in the window seat, Y/n in the middle and Harrison on her left.

"What will we do when we reach Los Angeles?" Harrison asked with a hushed tone, shifting his body so he could see his best friends. The snapback on his head was shifting, as he moved it back in place before adjusting his glasses, which he had switched when they got on the flight.

"We need to get to the safe house and then we'll figure out how to hide from the CIA." Y/n answered, her gaze shifting from Tom to Harrison, and back to Tom.

"Do you even have a safe house?"

"Of course I do, you div. I always have a safe house. Perks of being an agent."

"Ahem. Of being agents. I think you were referring to both of us." Tom said, a cheeky smile on his face before she shook her head.

"No, I meant what I said." Harrison laughed, as she chuckled and Tom pouted, ignoring their stares as they laughed at their silly banter before going quiet, the plane already in the air and flying them to their destination.