Set before Alfred came home from Afghanistan in the AU.
Antonio waited for the train to arrive at the subway station, today was the day where he would finally get his orders on whether or not he would be going undercover for the a mafia case. La Familia had been stirring the cite's pot of crime for the past few weeks. Tensions between them, and a rival gang, the Secret Dragons, had been threatening to escalate to an all out gang war for the past week. Prompting Antonio's boss to consider sending him undercover. The subway was busy, as was to be expected. People were rushing around trying to get to work on time.
"WILLIAM!" a frantic woman yelled chasing afer her young boy. Said boy was balancing on the edge of the platform next to the rails. Turning his head at his mother's cry, the boy lost his balance. Falling onto the rails bellow. Antonio shoved off the wall and ran to the edge of the platform, prepared to jump in after the child despite the train that was fast approaching. A flash of red-brown flew before him as someone else shoved him away and jumped down, grabbing the child. Hefting the child up, the young man handed him to Antonio. Setting the child down next to his mother Antonio turned back. The lights of the train were visible in the tunnel now. The rescuer wouldn't have time to climb back out on his own. Disregarding the crowd, he shoved back to the ledge, grabbing the man's arm and hefting him out of the hole just in time for the train to barrel past. Leaning over to catch his breath; he helped the young man stand.
"Get off me, Bastard!" The man said in a clearly Italian accent.
"Uh-" Antonio said blinking, this was a new response. Generally when he helped people he got something like: "Thank you, Officer," or even, "You have done the public a great service." It was something that happened pretty often being a cop, but never before had he been yelled at for saving someone's life.
"Hands off! You deaf dumbass?" The Italian grunted shrugging him off.
"No I just…. That was really brave what you just did," the spaniard replied, just because the other man was being rude, did not mean he couldn't be nice.
"Whatever…dick," the Italian replied turning his head away to hide his blush.
Antonio smiled, that was probably the nicest thing he would get from a person who yelled at someone for saving their life.
"You never saw me," the Italian said before turning and disappearing into the growing crowd.
"Wait I-" he started letting the question die in his throat.
"That was weird," Antonio sighed and went to tell his statement to the officer that had arrived his statment, it was sill morning shift so Antonio was unfamiliar with the quiet blonde cop that was writing things down on a notepad.
"Officer, I'm Officer Carriedo I was on my way to work when this happened." The blonde looked up, his hair clipped back by a sliver cross hair clip that was clearly out of regulation.
"Go on," the man said in a monotone.
"Well the child fell, so I ran to try and rescue it, but this angry Italian guy got there first. Almost getting himself hit by the train mind you. He can't have been older than 20. I helped him back out, but he left before I could ask him his name," Antonio replied..
The blonde seemed to recognize who he was, and nodded as he wrote everything down. "Do you remember anything else?" he asked clipping his pen back on the notepad.
"Not really," Antonio answered, he thought he had remembered the color of the Italian's eyes; however, he was second guessing if they had been green or hazel.
"Alright then, you're free to go," The man said turning back to the child's mother.
Sighing, he looked at his watch sadly. No way he was getting to work on time. Taking the stairs back to the surface. He took his phone out of his pocket, he dialed the number for the station.
"Yeah I'm running late there was an issue with the subway. I don't suppose you could brief me over the phone on whether or not I'm doing this." He said when his call went through.
He winced at the shouting that answered him. Sighing internally he knew it had been a stupid question.
"Yeah. Okay. I'll be there in 10 minutes," he said as he hailed a cab.
Hanging up the call, he tiredly told the cab driver where to go. Today was off to an exhausting start, and judging by the amount of times people had yelled at him, it was only going to get worse.
His hands came up to massage his temples, at least he had gotten plenty of rest the night before instead of getting dragged out to party by his French best friend.
The cabby seemed to pick up on his mood and didn't attempt to make conversation, other than to tell him when they arrived.
Thanking the cabby and paying him, Antonio tried to recover his normal playful demeanor as he entered. It was right before the morning shift switched with the afternoon shift, and Antonio was familiar with very few of the people that occupied the halls on the way back to the head of the department. Less of a reason for him to stop and talk, something he was thankful for in his current state of mind.
"Knock knock," he said with a smile as he peaked around the edge of the door.
"Oh come in, and close the door," The man behind the desk gestured. Not looking up from the papers that currently occupied his attention.
"I heard that you wanted me to go undercover for a while?" Antonio said sitting down.
"Yes, we need you to infiltrate La Familia for the purposes of accurately informing us on anything the gang is doing or planning to do. Last cop we had on the case defected when the Secret Dragons abducted his little sister. Here is all the info that he collected. You may encounter him under the name of Vash Bach. He is the reason that we pulled a cop from your department, instead of a cop that was trained for this. He shouldn't recognize you. We already rented an apartment under the name of Juan Fernandez. You will be living there should you chose to accept this job. All traces of you have already been removed from the police website," the man said rapidly handing Antonio a manila folder bursting with papers.
Flipping through the first few pages, he looked up "I'll do it."
The man smiled and tossed him a set of keys and setting a suitcase on the desk.
"You orders will be delivered to you through a phone in the briefcase. Don't go back to your house, or places you frequented before. Do nothing under your real name, and only use these credit cards and identification. Change into these clothes before heading over there, but after leaving the station. Do you understand?"
"Got it," he said with a smile.
"Good luck then, Juan." The man said opening the door for him.
Antonio only nodded. He was certainly going to need it, or at least, Juan would.
Walking to an alley, he pulled on the first clothes out of the bag; throwing his own onto a pile of garbage. He had left all of his important things with the station; from here on out, everything he did was the work of Juan Fernandez. His only orders were to live as Juan and not act like a cop.
It didn't take him long to walk all the way to his new apartment in the seedier area of DC. Opening the door he drug his luggage up the stairs. The apartment was one room and a bathroom. Nothing to look at, but it was furnished. If you called a futon and some chairs furnished.
Sighing, Toni packed his clothes away in the closet, along with a few towels.
"Home sweet home," he said looking around at his new life, wondering just what the hell had he gotten into.
Checking his cop phone, he looked around, not like anyone would possibly be monitoring his apartment already...
He decided not to dwell on that thought and read the instructions.
Get into the Gang, your best way to do this would be to get someone in the gang to owe you a favor. Be trustworthy to the gang, gain it's trust. I suggest going after the bosses's sons. A picture of them are attached to this message. Do what ever you have to do to stay there. Hide this phone in the loose floorboard under your fridge. Your apartment is not monitored, and the police will not be there to protect you. You must temporarily think of your friends as your enemies.
Oh. The Android phone is for you to use as Juan. Feel free to give that number to who ever you need to.
He looked at the picture attachment. There was a pair of brothers; one smiling nervously, the other scowling darkly at whomever was taking the picture. Antonio almost dropped the phone, it was the boy from the subway earlier. The one that yelled at him. The one that almost got himself killed to save a kid he didn't know.
Turning off the cop phone, he shifted the fridge to test if there was a loose floorboard. True to the message there was one, he stashed the phone and moved the fridge back into place.
Looking around the room he sighed, might as well start now. There's nothing else to do. Opening his phone, he changed his background and memorized his number. Deciding he couldn't stall anymore he left his room. Locking the door behind him.
AN
I kept talking about it, it's finally here. I'm a horrible person for starting this right before school starts but the idea just wouldn't leave my head. I really am going to try and keep up with this story.
I am going to die with my coursework though.
To many advanced classes O.o
Anyway, reviews keep me motivated.