So this is the first chapter of the greyche spy au fanfic inspired by @jaycrakhead art, I started to create a story and they convinced me to act on it, so thanks jay, hope it’s good, upload schedule is finna be a mess, so jay make sure to bug me about when chapters are coming out, but anyways enjoy.
Grey’s phone didn’t ring often, but when It did it usually meant one thing.
“Hello?” Grey asked even though she knew full well who it was.
“Agent 461, you will go undercover at a party in order to infiltrate and, be an inside man for agent 479, as he steals the information our client requests, do you understand the mission and risk?” The voice on the other end of the phone explained and asked.
“Very good, you’re transport and clothes will arrive shortly, the party will start at 2000, be safe and if he is there, there’s no shame in running kid”
“Understood yami sir” as Grey ended the call she made her way to the entrance of the hotel she stayed in ‘Agent 479? Why him again?’ Grey didn’t like working with him, not because he was a bad partner, far from it actually, he had to be the organization’s best agent, it’s just whenever she was with him, well she didn’t know how to explain it, but she just can’t pay attention with getting nervous and embarrassed around him, she had a problem she knows, but it’s not like she can act on her feelings, because last time she did, it ruined her.
“Become my women, you’re better than this” A tall man tells a younger Grey as he offers her his hand
“Yes, you deserve the best” Grey takes his hand not knowing what she had done.
Grey shakes her head out of remembering that horrible decision and, ever since she’s never trusted her emotions fully, but for her line of work, what seemed as a flaw is actually an advantage for her, spies shouldn’t let emotions interfere with their missions and, that’s why she is considered one of the top spies in the organization, only beaten by some of her superior officers, one of which being agent 479, he was known for being, clever, ruthless, and most importantly quick on his feet and not afraid to get his hands dirty, he was the definition of the word spy, and that made Grey feel bad about her emotions even more, because as of recent they’ve been getting in the ways of her missions.
Take her last mission as an example, she and agent 479 had to go undercover at a fancy party, in order to keep their identity a secret they had to keep their arms locked together for most of the party until they had an opportunity to split up, the entire time she couldn’t stop blushing, and everytime she tried to say something it never came out the way she wanted it to, it’s a miracle they didn’t fail the mission because of her, and she wonders why they keep partnering her up with him, but she believes one of her superior wine drinking officers has something to do with it, but she could talk to her later, because her ride had just arrived.
“Good morning, my lovely lady” a brown hair man said to Grey in a flirtatious tone
“Good morning to you too finral” Grey said to her co-worker as they like to call themselves.
“Let me guess, with him again?”
“Well better you than me” Finral jokes as he starts driving to their location.
“Can’t you talk to vanessa, I know she’s the one up to this” Grey asked as finral’s face turned red.
“N-No, I can’t last time we talked well, um”
“Okay, okay, I get it finral” Grey sighed knowing it was out of her hands, she just begged the mission went well.
As they arrived at their destination, Grey got out with a suitcase and, made her way inside the building to get ready for the party, if all went well she could get home and, even maybe get to hang out with Zora today, though he seems like a bad boy prankster, Grey soon found out he’s just a cinnamon roll, she even considered him as a brother and, she believes that (possibly) he views her as a sister, although she didn’t have much to go off of beside how protective he can get with her when someone tries flirting with her, but it’s a hunch, walking in she went to the changing room to start preparing for the party soon to come and, she soon received a message from the second phone in the suitcase, it being equipped with everything she’ll need for the mission, her dark blue dress, high heels (which she despise), perfume, make up, and her revolver and hunting knife, you know the typical items one would take to a party and, especially for her, but the message was from agent 479, it reading.
Grey took a deep breath and, looked herself in the mirror one more time, before setting out for her mission.
