At 5 in the morning her phone started blaring a god awful ringtone she had picked for the caller. She flopped out of bed still half asleep and started throwing clothes into her huge suitcase. She knew the drill. Phone rings, pack, drive to the safe house, shower, get case file and jump on a plane to a city somewhere. That was the life of an undercover agent. Scratch that. This is the life of the FBI's most successful undercover agent. She wasn't complaining, no not at all. She worked hard to get where she was today. She loved her job too. New city every few months and she gets to catch the bad guys at the same time. Once she had packed her bags and grabbed her essential electronic devices she grabbed her Bureau issued gun and her badge from a safe hidden in the floor under the carpet of her apartment. She then lugged her things into the elevator and a block down the empty streets to a waiting SUV. From there they drove about 3 hours to a small community that was being built. A few houses had already been finished but no one lived in any of them yet. SUV's were a common too, usually belonging to the managers, driving in and out to inspect the progress. I was escorted inside by the driver and was met by the reassuring faces of my team. In my down time I worked for the BAU and helped solve cases. They always came when I had to go off, usually just to say goodbye to me just in case. Either way it meant a lot. My undercover officer gave me what I would be wearing and I took it with me into the bathroom where I showered and changed in under 10 minutes. I could usually tell by what I had been given to wear where I was going. Flannel meant somewhere South, shorts and a T-shirt meant somewhere tropical like the Bahamas or Florida. Today I had shorts and a camouflage shirt. This was a first. I gathered up my dirty clothes and tossed them in a garbage bag before I started braiding my blonde hair. I said goodbye to everyone starting like I always did with Spencer Reid, then Derek Morgan, then the bright and bubbly Penelope Garcia, then to David Rossi, and finally to my Unit Chief Arron Hotchner. "Come back to us in one piece JJ." She smiled and promised him she would. Her undercover officer handed her the file on the suspect she would be watching. "You'll be headed to New Orleans Agent. Your name is now Eve Fields and your a graduate from Texas A&M buying a house. You'll be working as an intern for the NOPD. No contact with any outsiders besides the intended target and remember-" "It's forbidden to have sexual contact with anyone while on the case. I know, I know." Same old same old nothing ever changed. I don't know why they bother preaching that to everyone before every mission. Everyone has more discipline than that. We all know better than to get involved with anyone. "Good luck Agent."
It was 7am when I pulled up in front of the house I would be staying in. It was a nice white ranch style home on a few acres of land. There were a few houses around but not enough to be too crowded. I always liked the space. I hurried inside to unpack my things and change into a purple button up dress shirt and black jeans. My braid was a mess but I didn't have time to fix it. I was running late as it was trying to find my Kevlar vest to put on under my shirt. I had looked over the case file on the plane and I was glad that I had been told earlier that this was the highest profile case I've ever had. Oh wait, I hadn't been. However I was glad that years of being on this job had taught me to plan for the worst. I grabbed my keys and gun and sped towards the police station. My mission was to gain acceptance into a small bank robbery gang that had turned violent. They hacked into the security cameras when they came in, slide on masks and start the cameras back up. No one could identify them and they left no prints behind. They only thin they left behind were their names and their names plastered newspapers everywhere. An agent had been sent in earlier and gotten the basics, the ringleader was a female known as the queen and the shooter was a male known as the king. The Jack was an undercover agent who snatched the cash. We were informed that they hung out at a local bar every weekend. However the agent who had gone in as the 'Jack' had blown his cover and been shot forcing him to retire. Now your probably wondering why we can't just storm in and arrest them. Well they also have the possibility of being tied to several assassination overseas. We didn't want to make any arrests until we had a confession from them and proof that they had in fact committed the crimes. It could be a very long process. However we were also informed that 'The King' may in fact be a cop who works at the NOPD and is able to steal drugs and guns from the evidence locker. The question is who. I parked in front of the small department and pulled out a small silver chain from the glove box. At the end of the chain was a small angel with its wings outstretched. It's all I have left of my mom. I wear it only when I go undercover as my good luck charm. I snapped the chain around my neck and hurried inside.
This was the one part of the job I hated. I had to act stupid. I was coming in as an inter which meant I couldn't fly through paperwork like I normally would. The department was quiet, most of the detectives and officers sitting at their desks laughing and a few eating. "Ah, you must be the new intern." The sheriff said as he walked up to me from his desk. He was an older man, about in his 50's with graying brown hair and worry lines etched into his face. "I'm Sheriff Lamontagne. My son will be helping you out the next few days. Will!" One of the detectives heads popped up from his cubicle. "Come here for a minute." When he stood up he looked just like his daddy but a few years younger. He had brown hair like his daddy and they both shores the same dark blue eyes. He had to stand at about 6'2 which was towering over me. "Hi, you must be Ms. Fields." He held out his hand and flashed a dazzling white smile. I shook his hand and smiled nervously. "Yes. Nice to meet you." "Will can show you around until you get comfortable with everything." I nodded my head. "Follow me darlin I'll show you where you'll be staying." Darlin? I followed behind the detective, sneaking glances at everyone. "Your not from around here are you?" He had slowed a little so he fell in step with me. "No, I'm from Texas." He chuckled a little. "Funny, you don't sound Texan." I smiled. "Yeah I get that a lot." He showed me to a cubicle with a desk taking up space on one side of the wall with a printer and computer and a few filing cabinets. "What happened to the other intern?" I asked conversationally as I sat down on the computer chair. "He quit. He wasn't must of an intern any how. We got more done ourselves than he did." He pulled up another chair and grabbed a laptop. "You mind if I stay? I'll be able to help you and get some other things done too." Yes. "No of course not." Soon reports started coming in and Will told me all I had to do was organize them into the proper files and put them in the right section of the filing cabinets and if files came in for certain officers then all I had to do was take the file to the correct officer. Well that went all fine and good for about the first half hour, then I guess Will got bored. He started telling me all the skinny on all the officers and soon we got to laughing about something and once that started we couldn't stop. I can't really remember what we even started laughing about but we just died. I mean we were wheezing and crying and more than a few eyebrows were raised our way. Usually I don't have fun like this on missions. I'm serious about my job and I keep to myself unless I'm spoken to. This, I've never done anything like this before but it's so...easy. It felt so normal. It seemed like it had only been a hour tops. "We should probably be getting on home Ms. Fields. It's late." I gathered up the few files that I had left and followed Will out. There was one Detective left, quietly talking on the phone and watching us as we walked out. The day shift cops would be back anytime day and the night shifts would roll out. A detective would know that. The last name on the cubicle read Marx. "I had fun today Ms. Fields." I smiled an chuckled a little. "So did I Detective." "You can call me Will." "And you can call me Eve." He smirked. "Eve. That's a beautiful name." I felt the color drain from my cheeks and my stomach flop about 50 times. This was bad. So bad. "T-thanks. I should probably get going. My dogs probably wondering where I'm at." He nodded. "Goodnight then Eve." "Goodnight Will." I jumped into my car and sped back home to change into an itty bitty black party dress. I tucked my gun into a clutch and made sure I had extra ammo. I made sure the black wire that would record the events tonight was hidden good enough. I curled my blonde hair and threw on some makeup and headed to the bar where the King and Queen were known to hangout. It was about 30 minutes away from where I was staying. I walked inside the dingy building and the smell of urine became so overpowering my eyes were watering. Everyone inside started laughing like it was some joke. "Get outta here before you get raped!" Someone shouted from the back. "I'd like to see someone try it!" I shouted back. A drunken man stumped forward and lunged for me as I pulled my gun out and held it against his crotch. He froze and gasps spread out through the bar. "You move and I'll unload my gun into you." He held up his hands defensively and backed away. "I'm lookin for The King and Queen. I heard The Jack kicked the bucket and I suppose y'all need someone else to snatch your cash." A man and a woman who were sitting in the dark in the very back motioned for me to come over. It was too dark to make out who they were though. "You got guts for coming in here kid." The Queen said. I scoffed. "I ain't scared of anybody in here." The King and Queen exchanged glances. "What makes you think that you can come in here and think we'll let you in?" The King asked. "I can get you anything you need. Cars, guns, drugs, anything. I just gotta make a couple calls and it'll be here." "No-" The Queen cut the King off. "Okay." What? The Queen and King leaned in close and I did the same, my blonde curls rubbing against the filthy table. "We're making a hit tomorrow at the bank downtown. 9 am. Bring 3 AK's and wear black. We'll meat up in the back alleyway." I sat back and bit my lip. "I'll do it under one condition. You have to tell me everything you've ever done. I mean, it's crazy what you've done so far I can only imagine what other crazy things you've done!"
"She's not spilling anything." I was pacing in my temporary home on a disposable cell phone. "She nearly killed me when I asked about her previous work." My undercover officer sighed loudly. "Look for trophies Eve. There is no way she would walk away from all of those crimes without something." Now it was my turn to sigh loudly. "Listen I know you had going into enemy territory like this but your going to have to. Make friends with that Lamontagne boy. He might come in handy." "Okay now were crossing some serious boarders." "Eve it's part of the job." "I don't need a man to help me do my job!" I spat. This isn't my first mission. I'm perfectly capable of dealing with this on my own. "Eve think about it, make friends with him and you'll have easy access to cases and the latest information." I ran my finger through my hair and grabbed a huge fistful in frustration. "I don't appreciate using people." "This is the highest profile case you've dealt with Eve. This is what you have to do if you want to run with the big dogs." "Fine. But I don't like it at all." "No one does. Listen the guns should be at the airport by midnight. Flash your badge and they'll let you take em'." I glanced at the clock and noticing it was already 11, I slid on a pair of slides and grabbed my car keys. "Thanks boss." "Be careful." I crushed the phone in my hand and drove a little ways before tossing the phone out the window. I started chewing on what was left of my nails which wasn't very much as I drove. I had never had a case where I'd had to take such risks. I did like my officer had said and flashed my bag at luggage and carted the three suitcases out to my car. I checked to make sure everything I asked for was in the suitcases and finally went home to bed.