Undercover

Part Three

"You look damn good, Siwicki."

"Shut up."

"Twenty-three."

"What?"

"That's the twenty-third time you've told me to shut up since lunch."

I roll my eyes, making my way around the dimly lit club, the music blared, and I could hardly hear Garrett, sadly, I could still hear him. We'd decided it best for me to go in alone, we'd make it look like Garrett and I had broken up as if not to set off any more alerts. Garrett had insisted that several other agents go in undercover as well to make sure that I wouldn't accidentally drink poison this time and I'd agreed, only because he wouldn't let me go in completely blind. I was so fixed on getting this guy tonight, Garrett and I's "partnership" had to end, and soon.

"Am I supposed to apologize?"

"Wouldn't expect you to, Siwicki."

I make myself a place at the bar, signaling the bartender.

"Uh, yeah, I'll have a beer." He nods and walks away, I scan the bar until I find him.

He was attractive, I'd give him that, and the suit he wore probably cost more than my entire apartment and car combined, intimidating. I could feel my palms beginning to sweat already, and I chug the beer in front of me.

"Easy there, Andrew."

"Don't make me rip this thing out, again," I muttered, sliding the glass away and wiping my mouth.

"Don't be an idiot."

"Wish me luck," I run my hand through my hair and straighten up my shirt, "Showtime."

"Showtime? Really? Is that what you say before every bust?"

"Garrett, can you just?? Okay??"

"Fine."

"Thank you."

I make my way to the older man.

"Showtime." He snickers and I made a mental note to punch him when this was all over.

"I hate you," I mutter, flashing a smile at the man sitting at the bar.

"I was beginning I'd never see you again?" The man grins and pulls out a stool for me, "Care to join? Or are you with that boyfriend of yours?" I sit on the edge of the stool, returning the smile.

"Well tonight's your lucky night and no, I broke up with him a few days ago." The man hands me a drink and I'm sure to check for any suspicious party favors he might have added, it looks okay so I take a sip, "he was... annoying."

"Ow." I smile at the man in front of me, trying to ignore Garrett's voice in my ear.

"Well, then I guess tonight is my lucky night." I nod my head, taking another drink.

"So, you from here?"

We engage in a brief conversation; the usual topics were being discussed when I start to feel dizzy. The room began to spin, and it was only now that I felt extremely hot, I tug at my collar, my throat began to tighten.

"You okay?"

"Is it hot in here?" I look around, only to find that my vision was blurred. I'd been drugged.

"How are you feeling? Andrew?" I can feel the man place his hand on my wrist,

"What are you... what are you doing?"

"Feeling feverish? What about your throat? Tight?"

"What?"

"Andrew, are you okay? What's going on?" Garrett's voice is muffled, but I can sense the worry in his voice.