Forgiven

Going Undercover

Welcome all and thank you for reading this. I will try to update regularly, but with life and my own business interfering there could be a delay. As for the story, this is my version what happens between Mexico and the ending in Australia. Let me know what you think in the comments and if you like leave me a kudos ;)

Have fun with the 1st part.

“Utah! Y/L/N!” Agent Ben Harp boomed from his office and you were wincing at how loud his voice was. “Get your asses in here!”

You looked over at your fellow agent, who was leaning over the papers containing evidence of where Bodhi had been sighted. It had been a rough few weeks for all of you at the precinct.

Pappas had taken you under his wing the moment you walked through the door and were introduced by Harp. While having a coffee at your first stake out together the older agent told you, you'd been the little sister he never had. Now months later you buried not just a friend but the brother figure you missed in your life.

Each and every day Utah arrived at his desk, the paperwork pilling up like skyscrapers in New York and the shadows under his eyes getting darker by the hour. You were always trying to think of ways to talk with him, but never had the courage. And you still hurt too much to get your thoughts in order. Angelo Pappas had been your family while being away from your own, of course it would hurt for a long time now.

With a sigh you stood up from your own work space and made your way over to Harp's office, brushing at the soft wrinkles on your dress shirt.You stopped beside Johnny's desk who still hadn't gotten up. He was watching the notes like a hawk and you instantly felt bad as he jumped about a mile, feeling your hand on his shoulder. “Sorry Utah, but Bossman wants us in his office.”

“What for?” you shrugged your shoulders, pushing your tresses back from your face.

Sighing, the dark haired agent got up and followed you to the office, a feeling of dread making his stomach churn. Agent Harp tapped his foot anxiously on the floor, looking at both of you expectantly.

“We've got a new case. I need you both to go undercover.” he said and you felt your stomach plummet. Looking over at Johnny you saw his face get paler by the second.

He shoved his hands inside the pockets on his slacks. “But sir, the Ex-Presidents, I'm really close to getting to Bodhi.”

“There will be no 'But sir'. You are going undercover.” Harp declared, hitting his hand against the desk, making both Johnny and you jump slightly. “We need to find this guy.” He pulled out a picture from one of the folders on the desk. It was a mug shot, dated four months ago.

The man there didn't really look like the suspect you were going to look for but training for the FBI had shown you that there were enough 'normal' looking guys trying to make your lives harder day by day. The brown eyed agent beside you sighed, opened his mouth and closed it again as he saw the disapproving look of your boss. “We have found evidence that he is planing something, something big involving politicians, but we don't know what it is, at least as of yet.”

“And what of Bodhi, sir? You could send someone else to do the undercover job and I could still go after”

“Utah! I need you on this mission. Michael Angelo already knows Alvarez and Babbit, they took him in those months ago. You both will have to pose as a couple, living in the neighborhood so he won't get suspicious”

You looked over at your fellow agent, seeing the anxiousness on his face. It wasn't like Johnny to be so defeated by a little set back, usually he always found a positive outlook. “Sir, I'll talk it through with Johnny and we'll get back to you.”

Grabbing his arm, you dragged Johnny out of the office, already trying to figure out how you'd manage that mission when you both didn't have enough feelings to work as a couple. The dark haired agent groaned, pulling his arm out of your grip. “How do you think we'll manage that. I got a case that's more important than some fucked up banker who's bored out of his mind.”

“Johnny, stop it right there.” you spat angrily at him, fingers poking into his chest. A very firm chest and you wondered what it would look like...no, there were more pressing matters. Every other agent at the station was looking at the two of you, knowing something was up when the boss called you. “This is a life or death situation, Bodhi is off surfing, going all high and mighty. You'll find him because he told you that jack shit about the storm in Australia. Pappas was laughing for days when he heard it, but he believed in you.”

You heard both Alvarez and Babbit snickering in the back and shot them a furious look. When both, Johnny and Angelo came up with the idea to go undercover as a surfer to find out if your fellow agent's theory about the robbers being surfers was right, you were laughing, calling them crazy. Of course he had told you about it, but like all the others you wouldn't believe that the people who went out there, riding the wave were doing that. And yet Utah had proven it. Bodhi and his surfer gang were the Ex-Presidents, going in, taking the money and coming out again in ninety seconds. But after the last heist where they involved Johnny your team was looking differently at him. He was the new guy, doing everything you shouldn't do as agent and got one of your friends killed.

“We gotta do it or there will be more people than a cop and an agent down in the morgue.”

With a sigh, Johnny pulled his fingers through his hair, making a few strands stand away at odd angles. “All right, fine. But we gotta think of a great story so these guys will believe us.”

With a smirk on your lips you put your hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. “Leave it up to me. I'll think of something.” Groaning, Utah rolled his eyes knowing you'd probably have too much fun with that.