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Title: Partners {3}

OA Zidan/Zeeko Zaki x Reader

Warning⚠️: Cursing, Possible Trigger warning for Racism/Racist and Derogatory talk, Violence, Trigger Warning for Terrorism/Homeland Terrorists, Trigger Warning for White Supremacy Talk, LOTS OF Angst, LOTS OF WORDS, Plot, CLIFFHANGER

Words: 7.3k {LOTS OF WORDS}

Summary: You’re a damn good FBI agent in your own right. It is definitely partly to do with how well you’ve been trained and partly to do with you not letting anything or anyone distract you. You have a six-year plan that you’re fast-tracking for four. After being transferred from your office in Tampa you’ve been sent to New York which you’ve labeled the “big leagues”. On your first day there you were introduced to your new partner OA Zidan. It was then you realized you’ve moved out of the frying pan right into the pot of distraction. A year later and your rising attraction for your partner still hasn’t been snuffed out.

Note: If you’re thirsty and you know it clap your hands. Clap-Clap. If you’re thirsty and you know it clap your hands. Clap-Clap. I have no shame. This is a first for me writing about a TV show and interjecting into it. Let’s see how this goes. I hope you guys enjoy this mini-series.

⚠️⚠️Note #2: This is a LONG chapter, and it is even longer, but I broke it up at the only place where it made sense for me. There are lots of stuff that could trigger someone, take the warnings seriously. This chapter touches on terrorism, racist talk, derogatory talk and thinking, white supremacy topics and thinking, and violence. If any of this is a soft spot for you, please skip this chapter. This was not written to offend anyone or to express any of my actual thoughts or feelings. This is purely a work of FICTION.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

***Images are NOT my own**

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You were in love with your partner. You stared at yourself in the mirror as you finished with your high bun. You liked to keep your hair simple, makeup lowkey and fresh, and perfume subtle. You learned early that you didn’t want to be that agent who wore bright red lipstick, six-inch heels, and extravagant, overpowering perfume. It always backfired and showed those around you that you fell into that cliché. You were not a cliché. You didn’t need your looks and body overshadowing that you were a damn good agent and damn good at your job.

Before you got to New York, your reputation from Florida preceded you. It wasn’t a reputation for being a flirt, or the most fashionable in the office, or even the sexiest. It was a reputation for being hard as nails, quick on your feet, and smart. Though you worried your looks would take focus, it never did, not with anyone, especially OA. You loved that about him. His head was always in the field, always keeping an eye on your six and not your ass.

You took another deep breath and slowly released it while staring at your reflection. “I’m in love with my partner.”

That was the first time you’d ever said that out loud. That was the first time you’d even allowed yourself to think it without admonishing yourself. The admittance scared the shit out of you, but you noticed the butterflies it gave you. You’d never felt butterflies like this before, and you’d dated plenty of men.

“Oh my god.” You scoffed and took a few breaths hoping the air would slow the butterflies. It didn’t work. The thought of it still made you woozy. It was annoying. You didn’t get woozy, that was not who you were.

“Yet here you are feeling butterflies with sweaty palms at the thought of him,” you said. Shaking your head, you wiped your hands on the backs of your black fitted skinny tuxedo pants.

Out of characteristically, you’d spent more time than usual trying to find an outfit. You’d tried on pants after pants and blouse after blouse finding fault with everything though you knew there was nothing wrong with them. One minute you wanted to wear something that OA would like, something that would make him not able to take his eyes off of you. You quickly changed your mind from that when you thought his eyes shouldn’t be on you. They should be watching your back. The next minute you were dressed in the plainest outfit you could think of. Even then, it wasn’t good enough. You found fault with it, claiming it did nothing for you. You couldn’t decide what to do. After six changes, you’d forced yourself to be okay with the current outfit. The blouse was cute and professional, but the neckline was a tad bit flirty. With your blazer buttoned over it, it passed as strictly business. When you had it unbuttoned, it teased your personality.

Your vibrating phone in your back pocket brought you out of your fussing. As you checked it, you saw the message from headquarters notifying you that there was going to be an unplanned meeting in the next forty minutes, and you and OA were expected to be there. You grabbed your badge and gun off your nightstand and gathered the rest of your belongings before finally walking out the door.

On the way in, you had a thought to stop by the coffee shop to pick up OA’s favorite drink, but you talked yourself out of it convincing yourself it was too personal, and it would be weird, especially if someone saw and read into it. You hated second-guessing yourself. You were so sure of everything work related, but when it came to matters of the heart, you were clueless.

Seven minutes before the meeting was to start, you walked onto the floor that looked busier than usual. As you passed your co-workers, you smiled and mouthed, “good morning.” Once at your desk, you found a folder that you carefully flipped through. Inside was information a group of people that called themselves The New Dawn Bringers or NDB for short. They were a supremacist group that you were familiar with. There was a branch in Florida that wreaked havoc on the city, committing a bunch of racist acts that ranged from protests to severe hate crimes like home invasions, assault, and even lynching. All of these acts were done to anyone that wasn’t blue-eyed and blond hair. You got so lost in the file you didn’t realize everyone had begun making their way to the conference room.

“Y/N.” Looking back, you saw Kristen waving you over. Quickly you took off your blazer and draped it over the back of your chair and hurried to her.

“Sorry, I got lost in this,” you said, holding up the folder.

“Yeah, real interesting read,” Kristen answered with an unamused expression on her face. You snorted and shook your head.

“You look nice today.”

“What? No. It’s just pants and a top.”

“No, yeah, but the pants and the top are nice. They look nice on you,” she continued.

“No--,” you began before she interrupted you.

“Y/N, take the compliment, you look good.”

You snorted, smiled, and nodded. “Thank you. You always look great, even when you were recovering in the hospital. How is it possible?”

Kristen rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Now I know you’re lying.”

The two of you laughed together as you made the final steps to the conference room everyone was meeting at. When you walked in, Jubal and Isobel nodded to you, acknowledging that they saw you. You filed into the room and sat at one of the empty seats with Kristen right beside you. You tried not to look around, but you did, OA wasn’t there.

“Where’s OA?”

You shrugged at Kristen’s question. It was your question too. As if sensing his name being called in, he walked like a ray of sunlight brightening the door. Your eyes met, and instantly, you smiled, a smile he returned before he bit his bottom lip. A shiver ran through you as you tried to play it off. OA brushed past you, but before he did, he placed a coffee cup before you then took a seat two down from you. Again, butterflies filled your belly. You immediately thought back to the coffee you wanted to buy for him and regretting not just doing it. You took it up and took a sip and smiled at your specific order.

“Okay, good morning, people. I know you’re wondering what’s up. Well, each of you got a folder, inside are the prized members of The New Dawn Bringers. No, it is not a new indie rock band. These guys are a branch of the Arian Brotherhood. You heard right; they are white supremacists.”

Everyone in the room murmured amongst themselves before Jubal continued. “I know. All of us are probably on their hit list because we are not blue-eyed, blond-haired, or considered pure. This morning at five, our tech department picked up a threat by a shy member who didn’t show his face. We’re still using the database to try to analyze his voice. He claims that they’ve planned the first of many attempts to cleanse the world. He claims somewhere in this city today at eight he will begin his cleanse. It is now nine-forty, we have eleven hours to find this location, figure out what the plan is, and stop him and bring him and his dawners to justice.”

Jubal looked around to see if anyone had questions. No one spoke.

“The Mayor and the Governor of the city want to keep this under wraps. The press has not been notified, and we have to keep it that way. We don’t want mass panic, which will make out job harder. So, we have to figure this out quickly and quietly,” Isobel added.

“All right, people, let’s get to work.”

Everyone quickly filed out of the conference room, making a beeline to their desks. You could feel OA behind you as you walked with Kristen. You could feel his eyes on you, and it made your skin tingle. When Kristen walked off to her desk, OA took her place beside you. The two of you walked in silence.

“Good morning,” OA spoke in his deep voice. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Good morning.” You couldn’t hide the broad smile on your face, it was impossible. You wondered what he was thinking about. Taking a chance, you glanced up at him to see he was also smiling very widely. The butterflies took over, and you had an overwhelming urge to push him in the closet you knew you were about to pass. Suppressing the urge, you took a long sip of your coffee.

“How did you sleep?”

You gently scoffed. If he only knew how much sleep you didn’t get last night. You literally tossed and turned the entire night while having the dirtiest, kinkiest dreams about him. You thought about him all night, and it was torture. Part of you wished he stayed, while the other part of you was happy he left. If he had stayed ten more minutes, you would have taken every single inch of him at least four times.

“It was okay,” you lied.

“Really? Cause I didn’t sleep a wink. I tossed and turned all night. I couldn’t stop thinking—” OA’s voice trailed off as the two of you passed a line of people. It made you pinch your lips to suppress the laugh that wanted freedom; when you felt OA’s breath close to your ear, a heat that you’d never felt before rushed down your spin and curled around to your belly. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you and how you make my heart race.”

Just like that, you felt as if you’d run a marathon, and every hormone in your body transmitted one message. It was the message that instantly beaded your nipples and flooded your panties. You bit your bottom lip and looked back at him. OA’s eyes were gazing at your lips in a transfixed way. Honestly, you were feeling transfixed yourself. As you were going to make a move, a most likely inappropriate one considering where you were, you heard your name being called. When you looked ahead, Jubal stood there patiently before he beckoned you over.

“Our techs that scour the dark web found some information that could be about this threat or a whole new one that is forming. They were able to single out an IP address. It belongs to a Robert Ritchardson. He served three tours in the army Iraq, Afghanistan, and Yemen. He suffered some injuries and some PTAD, but he reenlisted for a fourth tour. On an off-books mission where he acted on his own to slaughter an entire village of Muslim civilians.”

OA flinched beside you and blew out a harsh breath. “Son of a bitch.” You could feel the anger coming off of him. You knew he felt this news tenfold not just because of his beliefs but because of his military background.

“That was what got him dishonorably discharged. He wasn’t prosecuted for war crimes. Somehow the bastard got a job, and until six weeks ago, he was working for the Department of Veteran’s affairs before he got himself fired for harassment, racist attacks on his coworkers, and a slew of other offenses. He is the newest recruit of NDB. You guys head out and have a chat with him,” Jubal finished. He looked to OA accessing him.

“Are you good for this?”

OA rolled his bulky shoulders and straightened his already perfect tie then cleared his throat. “Better than good for this. I’m a professional. Come on Y/N.” OA walked off, leaving you and Jubal to look after him. When Jubal looked at you, though you felt like this case may be a little too close to home, you plastered a relaxed smile on your face.

“He’s good, Jubal. It’s OA. We’ll be in touch.” You scurried to catch up and hoped he was actually good for this.

~~~~~~~~~~~

After a twenty or so minute drive, OA pulled up to gun range.

“Of course he’d be here. You’d think after a dishonorable discharge there would be some strict surveillance on him for things like this,” OA chided. He made a move to get out the car, but your hand on his forearm held him back.

OA looked down at your smaller hand on his club-like arm then looked at you. His eyes softened.

“Jeez, even just a touch does things to me,” OA said under his breath, but you heard him loud and clear, and it sent your heart racing. In seconds though you couldn’t see yourself, you knew you were blushing.

“Your touches, my words. God, how in the world did we hide this before?”

You didn’t know. It seemed like all of these feelings and effects were just lying dormant just below the surface, just dying to seep out. Now that that imaginary line had been crossed, they must have felt as if it didn’t need suppressing anymore. You still were apprehensive, and you knew it was the job.

Forcing yourself to stop smiling like an idiot, you cleared your throat and got your head back in the game. “Are you sure you’re good for this?”

“I’m sure, trust me,” OA assured.

“I trust you with my life OA.”

“What about your heart?” That was the question you thought. He must have seen your hesitation because he pasted an easygoing smile on and nudged his head, signaling you to come.

The two of you walked into the gun range and to the clerk. While you focused on the clerk, OA scanned the interior, clocking every individual and every individual with a firearm.

“Can I help you, folks?” A stout middle-aged man behind the gun enclosed glass display case smiled.

“We’re looking for Robert Ritchardson,” you informed.

“Robby Rich? Why?” The clerk now looked suspicious, so OA approached and showed his badge.

“We just wanna talk to him.”

“Is he in trouble?” The clerk looked around behind him, clearly feeling shifty. A quick glance between you and OA said he noticed it too.

“Nah, no trouble. It’s about his service to our country. He did us proud,” you said.

“Damn right, he did. He deserved better than he got,” the clerk added. Nodding your head, you leaned closer.

“We just wanna talk to him about that. Can you point us to him?”

The clerk took you and OA in for a few more moments before he nodded and pointed the way to where he was.

“It always amazes me how easily you jump into a character and make it look so effortless,” OA complimented. Now you knew you were blushing.

“What can I say, I’m good at what I do.”

“I can attest to several of those things you’re good at, some more recently learned on a very comfortable couch,” OA declared in his deep baritone. You felt his hand on your waist as he slid you out the way of passersby.

It was sinful how much you liked his hands on you. You remembered the feel of them last night as they trailed down you back and cupped your ass. Fighting the flirtatious mood that washed over you, you stared ahead and zeroed in on the suspect. In seconds, OA did the same and made a plan with you using his eyes. The two of you were good together like that, always had been.

OA approached Robert’s back while you came around to face him. “Mr. Ritchardson?”

“Who wants to know, sweetheart?” You smiled and bit your bottom lip.

“Oh, no one. I’m agent Y-L-N with the FBI. You’d think this would be a violation for you especially considering what you did to that village in Yemen,” you barreled in. You felt like being bad cop today. OA always had all the fun.

Robert’s face got all tight. The colt forty-five Colt pistol he had lowered, he slowly raised it as if he were planning on aiming it at you.

“I’d think twice about that Robby Rich,” OA gruffly said. Robert’s motions stilled.

“Good choice, he has several inches on you and more than fifty pounds on you, and the icing on top of the cake is he’s a middle eastern man who would love a little—payback,” you said, ending on a whisper. Robert caught your drift, and he turned to look at OA. The disgusted scowl on his face deepened.

“You people are everywhere. This is my country. Get out!”

OA nodded and leaned back on the partition that separated each shooting stall. He looked perfectly calm.

“Nah, I like it here. Who doesn’t like the scent of gunpowder in the morning? Ain’t that right, Robby Rich?”

The man lurched forward, holding tightly to the pistol in his hand. In a quick move, you disarmed him and emptied the magazine then disassembled the barrel. “Maybe let’s go a little easy waving guns around. Look at me, Robert. I wanna talk about New Dawn.”

His face changed automatically. Bingo, you thought.

“I don’t know what that means.” He made a move to walk off, but OA pushed him back.

“This dark web username and IP address say differently.” OA held up the evidence. Again Robert’s face changed.

“Come on, Robert, just tell us what you know,” you bargained.

“You think I’d tell you anything? We’re doing the lord’s work.”

“And what is that exactly? Mass murder?”

“Cleansing the Earth, he entrusted us pure folk with,” Robert filled in. OA nodded and rolled his eyes.

“Enough with the shit, Robert!” You swiped your leg under his and brought him to the ground them stepped your heeled boot into his abdomen where you knew he still had shrapnel embedded in him. Robert groaned out in pain while OA held back anyone who got any bright ideas.

“I suggest you all back the hell up unless you want to be pinned as an accessory to this idiot’s crimes.” Each of the four men who looked inclined to help backed off.

“We can book your ass on four charges to begin with. Save yourself from us adding on more. We will dig into your past and reopen those military files. You will face a military court and be found guilty, and you know what they say about life in military jail. That’s when shit gets tough. Talk!” You stomped harder, again he groaned.

“What do you want to know?”

“Who is your contact? What is happening today, and where?”

“I don’t know about where. I just know it’s something big. They have all hands on deck,” Robert blurted.

“Who is they? Who is your contact!”

“Some woman named Tisha. I only met her once. I was supposed to meet her in a few hours for more details.”

With your foot firmly pressed to his gut, Robert sang like a canary. Once he’d finished his tune, you took your foot off. “You’re coming with us.” OA was the one to bend and drape him up by his collar to then cuff him. You led the way out of the gun range with every eye on you. Some of the men looked impressed; some looked enraged while a select few winked and smiled as if nonverbally shooting their shot.

When OA shoved Robert into the backseat and secured his cuffs to the seat, he turned to you. “I was going to compliment those boots earlier, but I think the compliment fits better now.” You smiled and shook your head.

“Head in the game, OA, head in the game!”

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At headquarters three hours later with Robert questioned and scared shitless, he was ready to cooperate. Everyone was now prepping for an impromptu sting/surveillance mission. The plan was to plant Robert at his scheduled meeting with this Tisha. Intercept any information and bring them both back into custody. You and OA were, of course, the ones running point.

“I heard those boots were made for walking.” You looked beside you and saw Kristen in her FBI protective vest as you were finishing up pulling your shirt over yours.

“Let me guess; a tall little bird spread the word.”

“How could he not. I’ve sparred with you several times and know how fancy your footwork is.”

“Stop it. It was a simple leg swipe. OA exaggerates.”

“I don’t knock him; he admires his partner. He’s not the only one.” You smiled at her indirect compliment.

“Ready for this so soon after what happened at city hall?”

“It was a graze. I’m fine. This is a walk in the park—literally,” you defended.

“I know, but you never know with these supremacist extremes.”

It was true. You stood in the back of the van and checked your side arm before hooking it behind you in your pants. “I’m good. Thanks, though.”

“Of course, what are friends for.” You smiled and jumped out of the back of the van.

“Ready when you are Y/N,” OA said through the earpiece. Looking around, you found him by a tree in sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a beanie. Without even a thought, your eyes skimmed his frame and stopped right where you’d felt just how much God blessed him. Even from this distance, you could still see the blessing.

“Damn, he looks good.”

OA chuckled, and it was then you realized you’d said that out loud.

“Thanks. Leave it to you to compliment me when I’m not in my finest. I’ll take it, though.” Fighting off the embarrassment that was filling you, you made it to the railing that overlooked the water.

“All right, everyone, mic check. Everyone on the line now?”

Everyone responded in code. You were grateful it was just you and OA on coms when your compliment slipped out. You shook your head and got it into the situation. Now was not the time to be unfocused. You watched and saw Robert get into place. He looked calm and collected, no doubt he’d done this in the military several times. You hoped he didn’t renege. At the thought of it, you surveilled your surroundings for possible civilian casualties if this went south.

“Ahead of you there Y/N, I counted twenty. Way too many.”

Damnit,” you mumbled under your breath. You clocked a woman fitting Tisha’s description and saw her approach, Robert. She sat and began speaking in code about the weather and cotton candy. After a few sentences, they started talking about what everyone had gathered to hear about—the attack.

“Everything is going according to plan. After I meet with you, Pat is my next stop at Flanigan’s, and he’ll know what to do. Are you prepared to do what has to be done?”

“I’m always ready. Where do I need to be?”

“Not yet. We’ll be in touch. Keep this phone near you. the cleansing hour is ahead of us.”

The woman stood and made a move to walk off. It was then you saw OA make his move to jog to the path. You knew he’d get her, and you’d secure Robert.

While the team at headquarters questioned Tisha and held Robert longer, you and OA made your move to intercept Pat. The car ride was quiet, but your thoughts weren’t.

“Were you checking me out earlier?” OA was always the blunt one. You glanced at him and saw his adorable smile, which made you smile.

“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t.”

“You’re blushing. You’ve been blushing all day.”

“I have not; I am not.”

“No, you are. I like it; it’s cute.” You continued to smile while trying to stop but failed miserably.

“You look great today. I like the top. I’ve been checking you out all day. I hoped you couldn’t tell,” OA admitted.

“I couldn’t.”

“I check you out every day. It’s a hobby at this point.”

“OA stop,” you said through giggles.

He laughed at you but stopped with the compliments. It allowed your thoughts to wander, but they didn’t go far from him. That was your struggle the entire day. No matter what you were doing scanning files for information you may have missed, going through the tip line, or in the field; you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. Every time you looked at him, he was looking at you, and when your eyes met, the two of you blushed like school children. Your heart had never raced for fast, and your belly never fluttered like this with anyone before. It didn’t take long to realize that this predicament the two of you now found yourself in was dangerous.

There were even times where you had constant thoughts of kissing him or pushing him against a wall or into a dark room or even pulling over and climbing on top of him in the driver's seat and having your way with him. The urges were overwhelming, and the need was powerful. This was definitely dangerous.

“I see him ahead. Ready?”

Nodding, you climbed out of the car and followed OA’s lead. OA scanned the sidewalk, making sure there was no one around to sneak up on the two of you. The guy made a move to walk into the nearby alley with his hands filled with boxes.

“Hey, let me help you, buddy,” OA offered taking the boxes and putting them down.

“Thanks, friend,” Pat responded. When OA stood and gave him a look of his face, Pat’s smile faded.

“You’re no friend of mine. Go back to your country.”

“Wow, is that any way to treat the man who just helped you out?”

“Get outta my way.” Pat made an effort to push past the two of you, but OA pushed him back and into the brick wall.

“Hang on; we have some questions for you.”

“I’m not answering shit.”

“I think that would be stupid. Considering we have Robert and Tisha in custody and they’ve been answering every single one of our questions, hell even some we didn’t ask,” you informed.

“We can’t get them to shut up,” OA added. Pat looked between the two of you. That was when you and OA looked to each other and smiled.

“Don’t you two have better things to do like making good with those googly eyes you’re giving each other and finally fucking to have those little brown mutts to further pollute the world with their dirty genes and low class bloodline?”

That one caught you off guard for several reasons, but it did sting. Your face must have shown your shock and dismay because Pat didn’t stop there. “What’s the matter, no one ever gave it to you straight? Women like you are good for two things; slapping around and fucking until you've been whored them out and then strung out to make money for us.”

Pat took your stupor as his opportunity to make a vicious move for you. In the nick of time, as you saw Pat’s hand swing out. OA pushed you aside, reached out in a fancy move to grab Pat’s hand to him, bent his wrist, and twisted his arm. The motion produced a loud “snap” and sent Pat into a screaming fit. OA didn’t stop there. In a fluid motion, he swung him around to body slam him to the ground on his back. OA then dropped down with his knee to Pat’s neck. Pat began to choke.

It all happened with such quickness you couldn’t believe your eyes. This was a side of OA you’d never seen before. It was a side you didn’t know what to make of, but you’d come down to the basics of it, and it was unacceptable. He’d intervened with whatever the perp was going to do, not just that; he pushed you aside. Pat’s screaming didn’t cease, and OA didn’t let up either. Jumping into motion, you tried to pull OA off of him. He was stronger and bigger and just wouldn’t budge.

“OA, stop it!” Still, he ignored you. It was like he was in a trance, and all he cared about was inflicting as much pain as he could.

“OA!” Your shout was loud enough to break through to him. His eyes met yours, and you could see the rage behind them. Your words must have hit him because he stood releasing Pat to writhe in pain on the concrete. OA stood there, refusing to lift a finger to help.

“Shit!” You pulled out your phone and dialed headquarters. “I need a bus to my location, stat.”

Ten minutes later, an ambulance arrived, loading Pat in to take him to the hospital. Once you and OA climbed into the car, you blew up.

“What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” He looked calm as he played dumb, which only made you angrier.

“OA, I’m not blind, and you’re not stupid. What the hell was that? You broke his arm?”

“Tell me he didn’t have it coming. Did you hear what he said about you?” OA looked at you with an incredulous look on his face as if you were the crazy one.

“Wait, you broke his arm because he said something stupid and irrelevant about me?”

“ Y/N, he was talking about--.”

“I know what he was talking about. So what!? It’s the job OA; you know that. Since when do you give a shit about what any of these assholes say?” Once the words left your mouth, OA’s torso rotated to you.

“Since it’s about you!

That stopped you up, caught you off guard, and made you swallow the words you were going to say all the while extinguishing some of your anger by adding another complex emotion, one that almost made you want to reach out to him and caress his bearded jaw. It annoyed you.

“You can’t just push me out the way when you feel like it and throw perps into walls and slam them into the ground to defend my honor. That is not okay.”

“So I was just supposed to let that slide, let him say that shit about our babies and all the other stuff. Then let him come after you?”

You blew up again. “I am not some helpless damsel in distress, OA. I am not the little woman in need of saving. I am your partner. I went through the same training you did, the same ass kicking, bone breaking training, and passed them all at the top of my class. I can handle myself and any asshole who comes after me. I don’t need you doing any of that shit whatever it was. I don’t give a shit about your need to play hero or protect me. I don't need you to protect me. I need you to respect me!"

You didn’t mean for it to be as loud as it was, but you were way past heated now thinking about just how his actions appeared. OA sat there looking at you as if you had three heads, and you had gone insane. He really thought he was in the right.

Before either of you could continue your phone rang, you knew who it was.

“Go for Y/N.” The voice of Isobel on the other end told you she was pissed. You’d been summoned.

Neither of you spoke again on the drive back to the office. You were still stewing in you’re anger and lost in your thoughts. You kept replaying what happened in your head. You had so many thoughts, so many questions about OA’s actions. He was a weapon; he didn’t need a gun. He was the weapon. He also had no right to treat you like that. In the bureau, women had to work three times as hard to make a name for themselves than the men even if they were better. It was hard enough without men who wanted to play the rescuer to every woman in sight. You didn’t need that, especially in light of what happened between you last night. You couldn’t have him treating you any differently, no matter what the status of your relationship was.

Fifteen minutes later, you and OA were sitting in front of a stern-faced Isobel and a confused Jubal. Both looked at the two of you waiting for answers. They’d both heard what happened and were now dotting there I’s and crossing their T’s. They needed to make sure this didn’t blow back.

“What the hell happened?” Jubal and Isobel spat the same question out at the same time. After Jubal asked his question, he began flicking his wrist with a rubber band.

“The guy has a broken arm and broken wrist, a bruised up face and a fractured larynx. What happened? From where I’m sitting, it looks like brutality,” Isobel added.

“It was self-defense,” you blurted out before OA opened his mouth. “He came after me; I wasn't paying attention, and OA saved my ass. It was an unfortunate accident, but one that couldn't be helped due to the suspect's actions,” you finished while keeping a straight head and looking both Isobel and Jubal in the eyes. It wasn’t a lie per se.

“He's claiming it was unwarranted,” Jubal informed.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, “Of course he is. He's a white supremacist that’s pissed two “impure” pieces of shit got the jump on him. He'd say anything.”

Isobel looked to OA. “OA, anything to add?”

You didn’t look at him; you just kept your head forward. Jubal was looking right at you, and you were pretty sure he could guess what happened. He didn’t speak, though. He looked contempt to just stand there with his arms crossed and let the chips fall where they may.

“No ma’am, nothing to add.”

“All right then. Sounds like he got what he deserved. It's time to question him, let’s go. Jubal, you take point.”

You were the first out of the room and on your path to an observation room when OA pulled you to the side with a gentle hold around your bicep.

“Y/N, wait a minute, let’s talk.”

“Now isn’t the place or the time.” You tried to keep your voice low and emotionless.

“Why did you do that back there?” Looking at him, he truly looked perplexed as if he’d expected you to rat him out the first chance you got.

“You’re my partner, OA. I will always have your back no matter what, even when I’m raging pissed at you. My back, your back, we got that.”

You saw a fond half-smile stretch across his face knowing he too remembered the pact you’d made day one of your partnership. A pact that you both often said to each other.

Both of you watched on as Jubal expertly played Pat in interrogation. The way he worded his questions and read into every action, and every reaction was incredible. You’d always admired Jubal. You learned a lot from him in the last year and even more from following his previous cases when he was a field agent leading up to his current role. Not to mention he was a great guy. You always thought he looked a lot like the guy Elton from one of your favorite movies, Clueless. It had turned into a joke sometimes at the end of the day you’d part by saying “rolling with the homies” instead of good night. It gave him a good laugh because he said he didn’t see the resemblance.

By the time he was finished giving each of the three racists a go, he’d come away with a lead. That, coupled with Kristen’s unmatched tech and observation skills, provided you and OA a direct location. With a little under an hour left before the deadline, you OA and the rest of the team rushed to a stage house that was packed with the who was who of city politics, borough delegates, congressmen, and the like. What made it worse was the description given by Trisha and Pat of what was waiting for them was horrific. The entire building was tied to one mother of a bomb. If that one went off, the ten smaller ones would go off, creating destruction that could bring down the entire block of buildings. The death toll would be tens of thousands.

By the time the team got there, the neighboring buildings had been evacuated, leaving just a few hundred left to get to safety, but the main building was still being evacuated. Your watch said you had twenty minutes. Once inside, Kristen, Jubal, and Scola all went in different directions. You and OA remained together checking every possible crevice for the bomb and any civilians. After fifteen minutes of searching, OA suggested splitting up. The thought brought you anxiety and had you pausing even though you knew now was not the time to pause. Your eyes met OA’s; it was as if there was a lot to say.

“We got this,” OA said before you could open your mouth. Pushing the fear aside, you nodded and went off in your own direction.

Room after room came up empty, and corner after corner remained clear. Every time you heard “clear” in comms, you became more and more antsy, especially when you saw the time steadily decreasing. When there were only eight minutes on the clock, Jubal gave the order to get out. Everyone reported in that they copied the order--everyone but OA.

Once you were outside expecting to see him, an awful feeling washed over you. “OA, your ass better be out here going for cover.”

“I found the bomb.” Your belly tied in a knot.

“OA, do you have a visual on it?”

“Affirmative, it’s right in front of me. It’s in a sub-level of the basement. It’s pretty far down. I found it by chance. I can disarm it.”

“What! Are you insane? Get out of there. Everyone has been evacuated in a two-mile radius. Get out!”

You could hear the quiver in your voice.

“Jubal, let me do this. You know I have training in disarming bombs. This one doesn’t look bad, I’ve seen worse in Iraq.”

You looked over to Jubal to see him pacing, looking stressed. His eyes met yours, and you gave him a look that you hoped warned him not to do it. Jubal shook his head. “That thing goes off in six minutes now, OA. I’m giving you four before I tell you to haul ass.”

“I can work with four minutes.”

You slapped your hands to your face, not believing what you’d just heard. Walking away from everyone, you were able to find a quiet area hidden from your team and any civilians.

“OA listen to me, don’t risk it. Get out now!”

“You know I can’t do that. You know I love it when it gets hot,” he joked. Rolling your eyes, you stooped down.

“This isn’t funny. It’s not a joke. This is serious OA. We’ve gotten the last of everyone. You have to get out of there. It’s too risky,” you tried to reason with him. He didn’t answer right away, and the silence on the line made your blood pressure rise even more.

“OA!”

“I’m here.” He groaned and blew out a heavy breath. “These guys are amateurs. At this point, Y/N, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I’d still get caught in the blow.”

It was then you felt as if someone had a hand around your heart. Your tears rolled down your face, and you sprang to a standing position. You pulled the earbud out and covered your mouth hoping to stifle the bawl that threatened to come out. You didn't see this ending well. The possibility of it going south was too overwhelming for you.

Placing the bud back into your ear, you began to speak but stopped yourself remembering this was an open line, and everyone could hear. That made you even more emotional because you had so much to say to him then and there. Several long moments passed with neither of you speaking. You tried to calm yourself, but no matter what, you just became more and more terrified.

“My back, your back. What about that?”

OA groaned again and continued to breathe loudly. “Well, I still plan on having it if this goes well, but if this goes south--,” OA began before you cut him off.

“Shut up, OA. Shut up!” You refused to hear it or even think it even though it was all you felt.

“Oh, all politeness is gone now, I see.” You could hear the teasing in his voice and some amusement. “Let me get this out, Y/N.”

“No, you’ll be fine. Just hurry up.”

“OA, you’re down to your last forty-five seconds, prepare to haul ass,” Jubal broke in.

“Sorry to say this, Jubal, but I’m not hauling anything. I can get this thing, but I’m going to need you to give me every second. Turns out, I’m a little rusty.”

“Of course you are you crazy son of a bitch,” Scola tuned in. Everyone chuckled, everyone but you. None of this was funny. You could lose him. This could be the last conversation you had with him, and he didn’t know how you felt.

“You there, Y/N?” More tears rolled down your cheeks as you rolled your eyes.

“Where else am I going to go, you idiot?” OA laughed a little.

“There you go. There are two things I want to say now that I have your undivided attention.” You looked at your watch as he spoke. He was now down to a minute and a half. You knew everyone else had begun to get back to the safety perimeter, but you couldn’t move.

“One, it's been an honor and a privilege being your partner these last thirteen months. You'll make an incredible ADD one day before you're thirty-five.” You smiled and immediately wept even more. “Two, I know you don't need a hero; I just don't mind being one to you. Thanks for the taste of a little Florida sunshine."

The last part you knew was code for last night. You knew with everything he was talking about what you felt last night, everything you said and did. The knowledge of that made you cry even more. You couldn’t speak anymore though you wanted to. It was then OA began counting down with the clock.

“Twenty, nineteen, eighteen.”

The more he counted, the more you freaked out.

“Twelve, eleven, ten, nine.”

Your breathing became even more and more labored. You were in full-on hyperventilating mode.

“Five, four, three, two--.”

You cringed and braced for the explosion, but it never came. Every second you waited and expected it, the more it destroyed you. Slowly you began to realize something had happened.

“OA? OA! Talk to me.” There was no response; all you could hear was static.

“OA!” slowly, you walked closer to the building. Everyone on the team seemed to have the same idea because they did the same as well.

“OA, talk to us,” Jubal shouted. Still nothing.

After a minute and a half, a garbled voice came through the line. “Hello?”

Hearing his voice, your heart leaped into your chest.

“OA?”

“Guess hero is the role I’m meant for.” It was then his figure walked back through the doors onto the sidewalk. A relieved feeling washed over you.

Everyone cheered and laughed out loud. You began walking toward him the same time he walked toward the motorcade of cars and agents that were there to help. From the side, you saw someone step out from out of nowhere with what looked like C4 strapped to his chest. Terror filled you again.

“Look out!” Everything moved in slow motion from there.

“Prepare for the New Dawn.” In an instant, the man explodes, sending the ripple effect across several feet. The blow sends OA, you, and most of the agents flying. You could hear the loud rumbling sound of falling bricks and stone along with the sounds of screams.

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