Tf2 X Reader

Thats enough... CBS x reader

You nod and put the man in the back. You tie him up with chain and lock it. "Wots the special? You?" The man grinned. Unaffected, you answered. "This." You press on his temples just hard enough to pass him out. You place the truck cover back on and get in the passenger seat of Mirandas truck.

You look behind the seats to see her prized guitar. "Hey. Where did you get that?" She glances at you quickly then puts her eyes back on the road. "Well, funny story. One Christmas, when I was...9..? I asked for an acoustic guitar, like uh...what's his face's."

"Dells?" "Yeah! Him. And well....my dad got an electric guitar instead. I still learned how to play anyway." You chuckled at the small story. "So uh, where did you come from before you came here?" "New York. The state, not city."

You make an oh face as the pieces fit together. "That's why you speak so fast!" She takes another glance at you and heaves laughter. Like, actual laughter! You've never seen her laugh. "You wot mate?? You wanna go?!" She Imitates the suspect from tonight. Making you laugh as well. You two contain small talk as you drive to master X.

Time skip brought to you by the WHAT team.

Mirandas POV

We did the job and brought Mick to Master X. "Sup. We got the suspect. What do we do?" I say as I lay the unconscious Aussie down. " Let him go." I looked at her like she was crazy. "Excuse me? This, dangerous man, left back to the streets?"

"Oh no, he will be under (Y/N)'s supervision." I sighed, taking my glasses off pinching between my brows. "What about our pay?" (Y/N) said from next to me. Master X reached under her desk and put two red velvet pouches presumably holding our "There is a little extra due to your hard work lately." I put my glasses back on and grinned taking the bag as (Y/N) took hers as well.

I turn on my heels walking away. "Good luck man. I hope you can handle an Australian mass murder in your house." I said to (Y/N) as I walked out of Master X's office.

Your POV

The whole 'mass murder' thing made you a little nervous. He could kill you in your sleep! You turn towards the door and pick up what you presume was Mick. Miranda peeks back in the door. "Oh! One more thing. You left his...his...I don't even know what, but I'll call it a machete; In the back of my truck."

She holds it by the blade giving it to you safely. "I'll be waiting for the call on my phone for me to help you from death~" Miranda grins at you and leaves. You walk to your (Color) mustang car and put the unchained Mick in the passenger seat and drive home.

Another time skip brought to you by- "w-wait...is this spelt right??" *recorders nod yes and the narrator sighs.* "T-The pfft omg...The vagineer..."

You place Mick on your couch and hide his..machete..? So when he eventually wakes up, he can't kill you messily. You take off his glasses and hat putting them on the nightstand so he can sleep nicely. You go to your kitchen and start making dinner for yourself and Mick. You were In the middle of stirring the pasta sause as you heard something from the living room. "Hnng..w-where am oi?"

You peek from your kitchen to the living room. Seeing Mick looking around curiously In your living room. He sees you there. "You...WHERE AM OI?!" He booms. You look at him with a straight face as per usual.

You walk straight at him and he seems cautious. "Calm down." You pull out your badge. "Your safe. It is my job to take supervision upon you." He stands up straighter and sighs. "Oi'm sorry sheila oi was just a little..scared is all."