Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

Knew I was a robber first time that he saw me, jo (2)

"Checking." She muttered, she reached behind you. You managed to grab her wrist, quickly putting on the cuffs, as if you had super speed. You smirked at her.

"Whoops." You smiled, feigning innocence, while she glared at you.

The three of you had taken her to a motel, just for some questioning before you took her in. They had her tied to a chair and questioning her. You were just sitting on the bed, happily eating a mandarin. Jenna's eyes never left you, and she never answered them.

You were splitting open a slice, the skin was slowly coming off. You threw it into your mouth and noticed how they were all looking at you. "What?"

"Help us out here?" Dylan quipped, turning back to Jenna. You sighed, getting up and eating another slice. "She's not saying anything, she's been looking at you." You bit back a small grin, seeing her blush.

"You know, last I remembered, agencies don't work together, wanna explain why yours hired us?" You ate another slice, pulling the gun out of your waistband.

"Woah, y/n-" Dylan went out to stop you.

"Chill, Dyl, I'm just taking it out, it's hurting my stomach." You put it down, your eyes not leaving Jenna's.

"I'm not telling you anything."

You nodded, sitting down on the edge of the bed again. "Fair. We'll wait." You felt them all looking at you again. "What?"

"We don't have that time, y/n, we only have a week left, and it takes a few days to drive back." Raffie crossed her arms. You just shrugged. Raffie ushered for you to huddle with Dylan and her, a few feet away from Jenna. "We can't go back empty handed."

"I'll take her back, be like, she slipped away, I went after, told you two to go home." You were nonchalant. "Not like they're gonna kill me. You can say it was also because Dylan's hurt."

"I'm not hurt though." You punched him in the stomach and smacked him across the face, the rings on your hand creating small cuts. "What the fuck!"

"Sorry." You grimaced, seeing his cheek go red. "But seriously, you two can go, I wanna know this first."

"Are you really that desperate to know?" Jenna asked, the three of you turned to her.

"No, I just wanna spend some more time with you." You teased.

Flashback to 4 years ago
Your mission: Assimilate Jenna Ortega
Time given: 2 months
Working with: Maya Hawke
Mission status: Incomplete

"Maya, I really don't wanna do this." You and Maya were in a hotel, peering into another. You had a sniper set up, it was pointed at the room that Jenna was staying in.

"Y/n, you know you have to." You took a long drag of your vape. "Shit, I think that's her." You quickly exhaled, handing Maya the vape and looking into the scope.

You stayed still, the reticle aimed at the girl. Your finger hovered over the trigger. There was no way you could miss, you never do. "Fuck." You mumbled, watching her as she made eye contact with you and waved. She was changing. You quickly looked away, flushing.

"What are you doing? Why didn't you shoot." Maya couldn't see anything, she was just blowing out some smoke.

"She's changing." You were sure you were red, your heart was beating. Your phone started to vibrate in your pocket. Confused, you pulled it out and answered the call. "Hello?"