srndpty. --> a jared and drea fanfic

Part 1

"Vasquez," Captain Kate Bowers smiled while leaning on her chair as Jared went in. She stood up.

"I came by to tell you I'm going, captain." 

The lady scoffed. "I know you're gonna ask me if there's a case you're needed with. Well, there's none, Jared. Anyone can sub for you. No need to worry about anything." She stood up from her chair, reached for J's hand and shook it. "You and Stone and Mikami are rebellious but excellent. Everything you did, it was a job well done."

Upon hearing the surname, his eyebrows furrowed again, this time closer. 

"Captain, I just have to ask about Detective Mika--"

"The guys in the lake? We're keeping on watch. Now you go, before I change my mind about your leave."

With a blank and clueless face, he left the precinct. He'd hoped to bump with Drea upon heading out but he didn't.

It's still a question of why he's concerned about her. Well, firstly, she's new. Who knows if she's a spy or something? What if she does something to Michaela while he's away? And she's also suspiciously helpful. Even without knowing about the callings, she will wholeheartedly take a bullet for Mick and her family. Yes, he's also a little undercover about watching over her secretly. Now he observes things, he can say that Drea is a rich kid but she's got no problem socializing. Like how a specially trained spy would behave. 

So no, he's not missing her. At least not in a romantic way. He's still distancing himself from potential flings or whatever involvements out there.

Now he's inside the plane, still loading with passengers. He wonders why he's nervous. Maybe because of the flight 828 issue. But the weather is perfectly clear and there's no potential storm coming their way. He's also not religious but he thought maybe a little prayer would do. Just to keep him safe if it works.

But if he's got any lucky charm, it's the half heart pendant he had kept with him for more than twenty years now. He pulled it out of his jacket pocket and stared at it. It used to have a chain--it was a necklace. He got it when he was eight and until now, he holds on to it. 

Jared smiled as he touched the engraved letter S on the half heart. Then he kept it locked inside his fist, kissed his thumb, and then put it back where it belongs.

He will be traveling for a day and a half so he better be okay all the way. Fortunately, he made it. A few turbulences and bored moments but he still made it to Osaka International Airport.

Their luggages were being dropped onto the baggage carousel. His roll-along is pitch black and probably a quarter of the population of the passengers have the same baggage as his. But to his surprise, only four or five strolleys went by and they were all being caught by their respective owners. Two of those identical things came by consecutive and those were the last two luggages from their plane. An old Japanese man caught the first of the two and headed straight to the immigration while Jared still wiggled his wat to the end of the carousel because of the population of people there. When he got the black roll-along, he checked if there was a blue tag where his name is written, but it didn't have such thing. When he looked back to the old guy, he saw his tag bouncing by the ziper of the baggage he took. 

Jared quickly dragged the old man's bag and went running after him, he was sorry-ing his way to the passengers her stumble upon running because old guy walks so darn fast!

"Sorry!" He bowed to a foreign woman. "Excuse me!" He yelled to a bunch of people along his way. 

He was getting far from where he's supposed to be but his goddamn luggage is in another man's hands.

"Excuse me, sir, that's my luggage!" He yelled, but he still won't look at him.

"Hey, mister! This is your bag!" 

His voice echoed around the small space where the both of them are right now. This caused the man to stop. Jared expected him to say sorry and exchange their stuff but he just received a clueless gaze from the old guy.

"Nande watashi o oikakete iru no?" (Why are you chasing after me?)

Jared's almost smile turned to an awkward one. 

Good Lord, he doesn't understand English. What do I do?

"M-My bag, not yours," he tried. He even tried a made-up sign language but he just made things more complicated. Gosh, what do I do...

He ended up scratching the back of his head when the audiences seem to know nothing more than the guy who holds his luggage.

Not until a woman, wearing a thick yellow jacket, gloves, and pink beanie walked from beside him and in front of the old guy. He didn't really see who she was, but he heard her speaking in Japanese.

"Sumimasen," (Excuse me,) she said. "Anata wa machigatta nimotsu o uketotta yōdesu," (You seem to have gotten the wrong luggage,) then she faced Jared, only to get the other strolly from him then back to the other one. 

Jay caught a glimpse of her, however, he wasn't sure of what he saw. 

"Kore wa anata no monodesu. Are wa watashinotomodachidesu," (This one is yours, this is my friend's.) 

Then after that, she talked the rest of the way until she got Jared's luggage back to him. 

"Here you go. Google translate would be very helpful had you brought it with you," she smiled. Her big brown eyes together with her mouth.

That earned a surprised and pleased chuckle from Jared.

"Drea?"