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You're working with Agent Whiskey on a top secret mission, tracking some other agents, who secretly want you dead.

Agent Whiskey is never one to keep in his feelings about beautiful women and how much he likes them.

The only exception is: you. Some strong swearing and some sex, but nothing too explicit.

.......................

"Jack!" He's drooling. Again. Over some pretty little girl. You want to vomit every single time he acts like that.

"What, darlin'?" Jack smiles charmingly at you and you slap his cheeks. Not super hard. Just hard enough to grab his damn attention.

Jack scowls. You turn your back on him. You immediately feel his fingers, caressing the small of your back. Ooh, that asshole thinks he can just butter you up by touching you tenderly?

"Get your damn hand off of me, Agent Whiskey before I rip it off your wrist and cram it up your ass."

"So hostile," Jack drawls softly. You bite back a retort and check the crowd around you for those asshole agents you're supposed to be tracking.

Except, Agent Whiskey clearly has his mind on anything but the damn mission. You grit your teeth. Why do you always get stuck with Mr..Horny?

You've specifically requested to not get paired up with him. And yet, You always do. Somebody up there hates you. Hates your damn guts. Like a lot.

"Shit! I see one!" You exclaim, thinking you'll have to be the one to go after them. Especially since dumbass Jack is too busy flirting with some blonde.

You decide to go rogue. It you get your ass chewed out, so be it. You've been tracking these guys for weeks. You need to make a move before they're off the radar once again.

You toss Jack a disgusted look before heading after the target. He doesn't even notice you're walking away from him.

You aren't jealous. Not really. It's more that you're tired of waiting around for Jack Whiskey to notice you the way he always notices all these other beautiful women.

Aren't you beautiful? You think. Maybe not beautiful enough for Agent Whiskey.

You called him out on it once and all he did was make up some lame ass excuse about how you were out of his league and you were too classy for the likes of him.

Please. Only assholes who aren't interested in you use that line. The least Jack could do was be honest with you instead of making up lame excuses.

You push the hurtful thoughts away and focus on catching the baddies. That's your job. Not wondering why Agent Whiskey isn't interested in you.

....................

You've cornered the asshole. Except... he's not going down without a fight. Shit. Where the hell is your partner?

Oh, yes, that's right. He's off trying to find someone to screw. Ooh. You so want to use that whip of Agent Whiskey's on himself.

It's serve him right for bailing on you and acting like a disgusting creeper. Asshole.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Agent Y/N!" Agent Smith declares. You reach into your pocket and pull out a small, smoke bomb.

It's not overly dangerous, but at least it'll knock this guy on his ass long enough for you to drag him back to headquarters.

You place a face mask on, covering your nose and mouth and pull the small pin on top of the smoke bomb.

You toss it in Agent Smith's direction. He curses loudly as he tries to escape. You slowly back away, waiting for the smoke to take effect.