Scripted | S.R x Reader

1 | Lights

"Well, we've officially decided that you are perfect for the role of Lydia Marrow."

"That's great news." You began to get up. "You could've just called though."

"Y/N."

"Mhm?"

"Lydia isn't the kind of character where you can pick up a gun and yell 'clear' a few times to give a good performance." Andy's expression hardened.

You slowly sat back down. "Pardon?"

"You're talented, Y/N. I knew from the first time we worked together, and I know now, but this role is unlike any other you've played. Lydia isn't the confident, powerful villain or headstrong lead you're used to." Andy drummed his fingers on the table. "She's complex, quiet on the surface, entirely different when you get close to her, and she's the brain—not the brawn."

"I see..." You glanced at the clock.

"What I'm getting at, Y/N, is that you have to do research for this role."

"Research? On what? The FBI?" You genuinely thought he was bluffing.

"Exactly."

"That's a little difficult, isn't everything...classified?" A small snicker escaped your lips.

"Do you know where I went to college?"

You exhaled. "To the point, please."

"I went to MIT, and I made a friend there. He's an FBI agent in the BAU these days, and I'd say he's the closest you'll get to seeing how Lydia will do things in the movie."

"I'm sorry," you tilted your head. "But what does this have to do with...anything?"

"I want you to shadow my friend throughout the shooting of the movie to get the most authentic performance you can."

You blinked a few times. "Shadow? Like follow him around?"

"Exactly."

"Are you joking..?"

Andy narrowed his eyes on you. "Do I look like I am?"

You took a deep breath. "So to play this role, I have to go follow your old college buddy around to learn how to be an FBI agent?"

"I know how it sounds—"

"It sounds stupid." You picked up your bag, heading to the door.

"Y/N, wait." Andy got up. "Y/N!"

"I don't have time—"

"You're like her."

You stopped. "Like who?"

"Lydia."

"I'm an actress, not an FBI agent."

Andy sighed. "I mean...you seem so cold on the outside, but I know you aren't like that. You don't think I've seen the negative press you get?"

You inhaled sharply, various headlines regarding your apparent 'bitchiness' swirling through your mind. "I don't see how that's relevant."

"Consider Lydia to be a commentary on your own life," his tone softened. "Please?"

You shut your eyes for a moment, turning around. "When do I meet your friend?"

A grin spread across his face. "I can arrange it for next week if time allows."

"I have an interview." You headed to the door.

"Y/N."

"Hm?" You turned around.

"I'm glad to be working with you again."

You briefly nodded at him, heading outside.

"WHAT?!" Penelope shrieked.

"I'm confused," Spencer murmured.

"How could you be confused?!" The woman paced the bullpen, making wild gestures to attempt to express her shock. "Y/N L/N is coming here! To watch you!"

"Who is she..?"

Penelope punched his arm. "Only one of the top actresses in the business right now!" She sighed. "I've been a fan for years."

"I don't think I've seen anything she's in."

"You haven't seen anything period." Penelope rolled her eyes at Spencer. "You think she'll need to meet me? For research!"

Spencer shrugged. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to show her."

"Who cares?! She's coming here!" Penelope squealed. "I need to get so much stuff signed."

Spencer glanced at the email again, the numbers following the dollar sign standing out to him. "You do that."

"I can't wait!"

Spencer leaned back in his chair as Penelope skipped off. "Who are you, Y/N L/N?"

A/N: chapter number 1! i, for once, have a solid plan for this story and its characters. I'll probably finish it instead of getting writing commitment issues LMAO :)