Undercover and Under Covers

Chapter Four: Diamond in the Rough

Two weeks passed in a blur. You and Harry had progressed to a fully established relationship, and both of you were content in a boring, comfortable way. You had met all of his "mates" as he said, and you particularly liked Niall. He was sweet in a golden retriever type of way and he seemed to be really good for Harry.

The case was, in all honesty, taking up most of your time. You would be remiss if you said that you did not feel a twinge of guilt in your gut whenever Harry asked to hang and you had to decline. Work was your priority, and you had told him that at the beginning of your relationship.

Your mama always told you to be the rich man, not marry him, anyways.

Draco Malfoy had become somewhat obsessed with your case as of late. Had you not been lifelong friends with him and familiar with his compulsive tendencies, you would be weirded out. Recently, he had taken to hovering over your desk as you researched.

"How's it going?" Draco asked, striding into your office as if he owned the place (which, technically, he did).

You looked up from your studies and inwardly groaned. You were just about to make a big break. Draco just had to come at the most inopportune time and disrupt your train of thought.

Classic Draco.

You frantically made grabs at the quickly dissipating thought but to no avail. You outwardly groaned this time and threw your hands up in exasperation.

Slowly, you turned towards him.

"Nowhere, thanks to you," you said, though not unkindly.

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry," he apologized sincerely, ever the altruist.

"Just kidding," you said, sticking your tongue out at him. "I actually think I might have something."

You pulled a map in front of you and pointed to the point a few miles away that you had circled in red pen. Draco bent over you, placing his hand on the map and furrowing his brows in question. The scent of his Dior cologne enveloped you and inwardly you stifled a cough. It was lowkey rank af. His eyes practically begged for an explanation. You quickly obliged.

"It's a jewelry emporium," you said. "About a month ago, they were robbed. You remember that, yes?"

He nodded but remained silent. It seemed that more explanation was in order.

"I have reason to believe that this was the nefarious work of Multiple Directions," you said, blunt as a butter knife.

"¿Qué?" he questioned, showing off his bilingualism. Jealousy burned hot in your chest.

What a king, you thought to yourself bitterly. He is such a cool guy. It took everything in your control to stop yourself from rolling your dazzling y/e/c eyes in front of your boss.

"As I was saying," you cleared your throat. Passive aggressiveness was your specialty. "As I was saying, if I can interview the owner of Diamonds-R-Us for any information, I'm one step closer to hunting down the elusive mafia king. Do you have the theft report?"

Draco pursed his lips in deep concentration, letting out a small 'ay, dios mio' under his breath. A vein stood out at his pale temple, partially covered by his swoopy ice-blond locks. You had to admit, he was attractive, but you were spoken for and he was like a brother to you.

Plus, you hated incest cases anways. The paper work was horrible.

"I'll see what I can find," he said with an inquisitive smirk. "In the meantime, go to Diamonds-R-Us and see if you can access the security footage."