Undercover and Under Covers

Chapter One: Introductions

A soft knock on your door startled you from your peaceful dozing in your office.
"Hello, Y/N," your boss smiled as he pushed open the door.
"Hey, Draco," you smiled, trying as best as you could to reciprocate the warm greeting this early in the morning. The sun hung lazily in the morning sky, allowing little light to illuminate your office at the police station.
"What's up?" you asked him.
Draco dropped a file case on your desk. "New assignment for you," he huffed, running a hand through his ashy-blonde hair. "Tensions between the two rival mafia gangs, Multiple Directions and Relax! at the Disco, have been on the rise since the casino closed a month ago."
You listened as intently as you could to Draco's words, though the drowsiness from the slow morning crept into the back of your mind. His explanation turned hazy and his words began to blend into the background, your eyes drooped from sleepiness...
You were startled from your thoughts when your boss suddenly grabbed your hand, a gentle and reassuring smile on his face
"Listen, Y/N," he gave it a small squeeze, "you're the best undercover agent we have. We need you for this case. I hope you'll accept it." He let go of your hand, though you could still feel his soft touch against your skin. Draco turned, but his eyes stood glued to your face, before he exited the room.
If you were in any danger of falling asleep before, you certainly weren't now.
Draco had specifically asked you to work on this case, because...ah, what did he say? His words sounded in your mind on a loop.
"We need you..." "We need you..."
A warm feeling spread in your chest as you gingerly picked up the case file he dropped on your desk.
Pages upon pages of information regarding the local town's mafia schemes, though nothing too interesting; a little about Multiple Directions, some about Relax! at the Disco- some regarding their known territory and meeting places.
A strange headline caught your eye as you thumbed through the pages. "Mafia boss reportedly stole 1.2 Billion worth of diamonds," it read in bold print. A robbery? How intriguing.
You closed the file shut and stood from your chair, leaving your office to tell Draco that you had decided to take the case.
You hurriedly opened the door and rushed out of the small room, heading towards Draco's office, but quickly ran into a rather hard, suit-clad surface. You fell into Draco's lean arms, but he easily caught your body.
"Well?" He quirked an eyebrow, setting you upright.
"I accept the case," you said breathlessly, a hint of a smile touching your lips for the first time that morning. You felt the familiar excitement of a new case coursing through your blood. You could already tell this was going to be fun.

After a long day of work and preparation for the upcoming case, you finally clocked out at 6:15, later than usual. Your feet dragged down the New York sidewalk as you made your way down the block and into the familiar subway system. You glanced at the clock, disappointed to see that you had missed your usual train home to Brooklyn. It would be another 20 minutes before there was another. You sighed as you sat down on a bench bolted to the wall and tried not to let your eyelids droop into slumber.
Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you silently thanked the higher powers for the welcome distraction. A text message displayed brightly on the home screen: a message from your best friend, Reputation-era Taylor Swift.
[From: Tay Tay]
Hey bitch! Meet me at Pills and Potions! Miley is working tonight :)
You smiled a bit. Taylor and Miley Cyrus had been on-and-off for months and they finally both seemed to be in a good place. Pills and Potions was a club on the southside of Brooklyn that Miley worked at and, because of this, Taylor had been frequenting it often. However, your back was killing you and you ached for sleep. Plus, you had more work to do on the case before bed.
Reluctantly, you began to text your friend back, though you appreciated her sentiment.
[To: Tay Tay]
wish i could :/ but i have a new case! sorry bb
A heavy sigh escaped your lips before you relaxed on the bench, though you continued to stare at the illuminated message screen. Part of you wished you could go out but no, you shouldn't...
Another buzz from the phone.
[From: Tay Tay]
Nicki's performing tn <3
Any previous inkling of going home escaped your conscience and you knew what you had to do.
Seeing Nicki Minaj live was an opportunity of a lifetime for a barb like yourself, and though you weren't much of a drinker, perhaps a little alcohol to numb your busy mind wouldn't be too bad. You looked up at the clock -- only five more minutes until the subway arrived. When you got home, you knew that you would have to change out of your work clothes and walk there alone. You knew damn well that it was in mafia territory, but it could help you in the case. Plus, you'd do anything for Nicki.
[To: Tay Tay]
I'll be there in 20!
Five minutes seemingly turned into five hours as you waited in exciting anticipation for the subway. Soon, you heard the distant bleating of that beloved horn, which foretold the arrival of your ferry. The trolley pulled into the station agonizingly slow, the brakes screeching to a sudden halt.
You rushed into the subway, amidst the work crowd, to find one solitary open seat at the back of the car. You put your headphones in as you sat down, your music of choice blaring comfortingly into your ears.
The ride to Brooklyn seemed to pass faster than it normally did as you immersed yourself in the music. Nicki's voice rang in your ears, "My anaconda don't... My anaconda don't..." The train soon came to a halt.
You departed the subway station and emerged into the cool Brooklyn night, the moon shining its precious light onto the dirty yet comforting sidewalk. You began walking and before you knew it, your familiar high-rise apartment came into view.
You had ridden the elevator to the sixth floor of the apartment countless times, and could probably navigate your way to your apartment without opening an eye. You had the soft elevator music and flashing of the LED floor lights practically memorized, so you let your mind wander as you rose.
What should you wear? You weren't one to be too revealing, but you wouldn't call yourself modest.
You lingered on the thought as the elevator doors opened to reveal your floor. You fumbled for your keys as you made your way down the hallway, then proceeded to slide the key into the lock on suite 669 and opened the door to what you called home.
Your 1.2 million dollar apartment was the achievement of a lifetime. Red designer couches littered the living room and tiger cub rugs covered the floor. You thanked capitalism for its endless blessings, setting down your work bag and striding to your room.
Your massive walk-in closet was filled with clothes, but you knew exactly what to wear tonight. Your fingers brushed the zipper of your work dress, tugging at the back. You shimmied out of it and let it fall to the floor sexily, stepping out of the dress. You walked to the far side of your expansive closet and pulled out a black slip dress, pulling it over your naked frame.
You looked in the mirror and admired your voluptuous curves. You looked hot, but the fit looked basic. It was time to accessorize.
You pulled your Gucci belt over your hips, tightening it as far as it would go to snatch your waist. A pair of fishnets that had been collecting dust in the corner beckoned your attention, and you pulled them on over your thick lady thighs. Finally, you added a pair of thigh-high neon green go-go boots to complete your look.
You turned and admired yourself in the mirror, tucking a strand of dirty blonde hair behind your double-pierced ear. You weren't one for makeup, but you grabbed a tube of bright red lipstick from your vanity and smeared it on. Coming to stand in front of your floor-length mirror, you smacked your own ass, admiring the playful jiggle.
"Damn, I look hot as hell," you said to yourself.
You checked the clock on your iphone-11- it was time to go! Grabbing a matching Gucci purse, you stuffed your phone inside and rushed from the apartment. You hastily locked the door behind you, shaking out your hair in the elevator ride down. As you emerged from the building, you felt hopeful, excited, intoxicated.
Little did you know, the night ahead would change the course of your life forever.