Beep. Beep. Beep.
Groan.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
With a slap of his hand, Nick silenced the offending alarm clock. He rolled over to his side, taking note of the petite blonde tangled up in his sheets. Her blonde long hair all bundled up just above her shoulders and her skin was tanned from the California sun. The girl whimpered in her sleep, tucking her body further into a tiny ball. He called her the girl because he couldn't remember her name. It was a side effect of the amount of alcohol he consumed on the weekend. Occupational hazard.
Quietly he stood up and searched the ground for her purse. He found it strewn haphazardly against one of his frames. Making sure to keep an eye on the girl, he bent down and rifled through the tiny silver purse. He pulled out her driver's license and studied the information.
Delta Goodrem. Nick rolled his eyes. He slipped the license back in its rightful place. Careful not to wake his latest bedmate up, Nick slipped into the shower and washed the remnants of the previous night off his body. He was covered in glitter and groaned at the thought of what state his bed must be in. Laundry would have to be done and he made a mental note to leave a tip for Vicki, the cleaning lady.
Once he was washed off, he turned off the shower and wrapped one of his cotton towels around his waist. The scene he came in on was one he had seen a thousand times before. Well, maybe not a thousand. Hundred? Definitely more than twenty but who was being technical. Delta sat on the edge of the bed, her party dress on as she leaned over and slipped on her heels. Nick smirked as he approached his bed's latest victim.
She blushed as he approached, her eyes raking over his wet body. "So… I've got to get going."
With her heels secured, she reached forward and grabbed her bag. As Nick stepped towards her she stood and let him envelop her in his arms. It was a fantasy she was letting herself live in as she tilted her head up and kissed him. He hummed into the kiss, letting his hands drift down and squeeze her backside. She squirmed in his arms and nipped his bottom lip.
"It was fun."
Nicks eyes darkened. It certainly had been. Not that he would ever see her again. His job came with certain cons and a steady girlfriend was one of them. He couldn't have anyone he cared about get trapped in the crosshairs of his job. The one night stands were necessary. They would hate him when he wouldn't call but if they knew the truth it would bring out an entirely different reaction.
"Very," Nick grinned, planting one last peck upon her awaiting lips.
He walked her down the stairs of his family home; a home he had inherited following the death of his parents. They made quick goodbyes and he watched as she made her way into her car. Yeah, he made them drive. He was a dick because of it. But there was no way he could have someone trailing them just because they knew his license plate. He had to be careful with his extracurricular activities. It was a matter of life and death.
Just as her yellow Volkswagen disappeared from his lot, he heard the familiar sound of the James Bond theme song chiming from his phone. It made him feel like a badass every time he heard it. Taking the stairs two at a time, he made it to his phone just in time.
"Jonas," he answered.
He heard a grunt on the phone and could almost imagine his boss Zac scooting his chair towards his desk. "You better be en route, Jonas. Your new partner is already waiting outside my office on time mind you."
"Good to know the newbie's punctual," Nick replied, already slipping on a pair of slacks. He hadn't forgotten about the very reason he allowed himself to get hammered last night. Another new partner. Just what he needed. They never lasted long. Couldn't handle his sarcasm. Couldn't handle the way he got things done. Just another new guy who wouldn't make it through the week.
Zac grumbled. "This is your last chance. You mess this one up and I'll have you doing desk work until retirement. I don't care how good you are at catching perps but you need to realize this isn't a one man job. It's good to have someone watching your back."
Nick rolled his eyes as he buttoned up his shirt and fastened his cufflinks. He had his jacket on and was on his way down the stairs before Zac had finished talking. "Gotcha, bossman."
"I'm serious, Jonas. Now get your ass in here."
"On my way," Nick sang as he opened the door to his '67 Mustang. It was his pride and joy and it purred like a kitten.
He hung up the phone and started the engine. There was no way the new guy was making him look bad on the first day. His car blazed through the small town traffic and entered the city limits within seconds. Speed was his ally as he raced his way to the office and arrived with time to spare. He passed through security and slid his ID card through just in time to punch in and was on his way to the tenth floor before Zac could look at his watch for the tenth time.
Nick exited the elevator and gave a few greetings to his co-workers. He grabbed himself a cup of coffee and slipped his suit jacket on the back of his desk chair. His office was clean and tidy, unlike that of his peers. He kept it neat in order to avoid any unwanted chaos. There was enough of that on the job. He needed to control what he could.
The was a knock on his door and he looked up to see his boss leaning against the door frame.
"Need to get that Rolex checked? Cause according to mine I made it just in the nick of time." Nick smirked as he sipped his coffee.
Zac shook his head. "As I recall I asked you to be in my office first thing not to dawdle around here like we don't have criminals to catch and crimes to solve."
Nick shrugged. "You wanted me to make a good first impression. Can't do that without my morning coffee."
Something akin to a guffaw came out of his boss' mouth. "Unless that's Irish you're still going to be an annoying little shit."
"Come on, Zachery," Nick jibed. "You know you love me."
Nick and Zac went way back. Some might even say he was Zac's best friend if they didn't care about ages. Mentor if they did. They drank hard and fought harder and it was because of Zac that Nick was even useful. After the death of his parents, Nick had lost himself. He was a punk who got himself into trouble constantly and it took a slap to the head and a talk or two from Zac before he got his shit together. Zac got him into the Academy and helped him make his way to where he was today. One of the most talented agents the Bureau could ask for.
Zac rolled his eyes. "You sound like that stupid Gossip Girl show my daughter can't stop talking about."
"Now Zachery, we both know you watch it too. We're all friends here."
"Shut it, Jonas, or I'll stop Vanessa from inviting you to Sunday dinners."
Clutching his hand to his chest, Nick mock collapsed. "You'd let me starve? Harsh."
"Just get in my office. Let's not keep your new partner waiting any longer than we have. Top agent from D.C."
Nick's eye nearly bugged out of his head. Just what he needed; another pissing contest to get into with the newbie. He'd been there before. Two partners ago some big shot out of Chicago thought he could come walking in like he owned the place. One ass whooping from their first assignment sent him back to the so called big leagues with his tail between his legs.
"Don't start," Zac warned. "This is your last shot. Make it work."
They hadn't even met and Nick already hated the guy. His job was everything. It was the reason he continued on with his pitiful life. If this guy messed with it he was going to have another thing coming to him. The moment they got a second alone he was going to give it to him straight.
Zac pushed open his office door and ushered Nick inside. Nick's eyes scanned the room, looking for the person he would be stuck with until he retired or died, whatever. When he saw he wasn't seated in either of the chairs across Zac's desk, he scanned the room. That's where he saw her. Reading the titles in Zac's bookcase was a brown haired goddess. She had legs for days and ass that looked phenomenal in the black pencil skirt she was wearing. Her hair went down to her mid-back and was pin straight and looked silky smooth. Nick could actually imagine his hands raking through it and he yearned to touch it.
She turned towards them and his eyes immediately jumped to her doe eyes that stared towards him. She wore a dark blue button up and a black blazer that had her ID secured to her coat pocket. Her face was round and her lips were plump and only thinned as her mouth widen in a smile. A brilliant smile that had him weak in the knees. Him, Nick Jonas, was actually having trouble standing because of some girl. She was gorgeous. There was no other way to describe it.
"Nick Jonas," Zac stated, "I'd like you to meet your new partner, Miley Cyrus."
Nick's eyes widened.
His partner was a girl. A girl he found himself attracted to.
He was screwed.
