Undercover Love

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: It was Officer Tristan Dugrey's first undercover mission. To uncover the drug lord of private school Chilton. Nothing was going to get in his way of completing this mission... Trory AU

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Chapter One

His feet pounded on the pavement, as he moved his arms, pumping in sync with his legs as his heart raced with adrenaline. He could hear the yelling and sirens behind him as he raced on, coming closer to the man who he was in pursuit of. The man who had just shot his partner, his best friend. As he closed in on just a few feet away from the man, he lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. A move from his days of playing football in high school.

The man grunted as he landed on top of him. He immediately grabbed both of the man's wrists, snapping the shiny hand cuffs on him.

"You have the right to remain silent," he barked out, as he roughly yanked the man to his feet.

This was Tristan Dugrey's job, taking down the bad guys.

He slammed the guy into a near by car a bit more roughly than needed, to pat him down. "Anything you say can and will be used against you. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you."

He glanced up, noticing the other officers arriving on the scene.

"What took you guys so long? Take a doughnut break at Dunkin' Doughnuts," Tristan smirked at the more older and more out of shape officers.

"Watch it junior," one of them snapped, as he took control of the criminal.

"Hey, Mandez, how's Garret?" Tristan asked a passing officer, one of the few, other than his partner Tony Garret, who he got along with.

"Bullet hit his shoulder pretty hard, he'll probably be out for awhile," Dave Mandez answered. "If he didn't have his vest on, he'd be a dead man, as it stopped several bullets right at his heart."

Tristan let out a low whistle. He did not envy Tony in the least, knowing from experience that each of those bullets would leave bruises, despite the vest.

"Little punk," Tristan grumbled as he headed back to where he had left his squad car. "Leaving me to all of the paper work." This brought a smirk to his face, normally it was the other way around. It had become known within the station that Tristan was a bit of a hot head. Even though he had been an officer for only a short time, he had a record amount of times of being shot. Luckily almost all of them were in the vest. Tony always liked to joke that Tristan gladly jumped in front of bullets, just so he would not have to fill out the paperwork after the job, the one thing he hated about being a police officer.

"The chief wants you in his office, right away, Kid," Ray Timbers taunted the moment Tristan stepped foot in the station. "Somebody's in trouble."

Tristan rolled his eyes at the childish behavior of the man close to twice his age. Tristan was the youngest at this precinct, however sometimes he swore that he was the most mature. It did not help that Timbers was the one officer who he seemed to butt heads with more than anyone else. There was just something about him, where each could get the other going.

"Alrighty, gramps," Tristan retorted, heading towards police Chief Edwards' office. It was a common thing for the older officers to call him Junior, Kid, ect. Something that got on Tristan's nerves. He reached out and rapped on the door.

"Come in," the older man barked.

Tristan entered, immediately standing to attention in front of the older man. There was something about the man that caused any of the officers to stand straighter in his presence. Some of the men bickered about it, but Tristan did not mind. It brought back fond memories from his days in military school. In away, Edwards reminded him of his former drill sergeant McGregor, the man who is the reason for Tristan wanting to become a police officer.

"At ease," Edwards barked, not even looking at him. He was too caught up looking through some files. "Heard about your partner. Seems he will be out on leave for a bit, leaving you without a partner."

"Yes sir." Tristan felt relief fill him, maybe he was not in trouble. Maybe this was just about who his new partner will be. Please, anyone but Timbers. Anyone.

"I need an officer to go on a long term undercover investigation," Edwards explained, while still looking at his paper. "Seems you fit the bill for what I need perfectly. Garret being out just makes it even easier."

He then looked up to see Tristan's reaction.

From years of training, his face did not show anything. However his head was reeling. Undercover? He never went undercover. His job was to patrol the streets. That's where all the action was. Undercover jobs were boring.

Tristan waited for the chief to go on.

"Seems they are having problems with drugs at some local prep school, Chilton," Edwards explained. "We need someone to go undercover to investigate, and catch these guys. Chilton is a reputable school and do not want their reputation ripped apart by this scam."

Edwards stared hard at Tristan, pausing.

"You being the youngest in this precinct, it makes you the obvious choice to go undercover as a student."

That was it. That was what broke Tristan's stance. "Undercover as a student? As in going back to high school? You want me to baby sit a bunch of kids?" he asked, clearly not too keen on the idea.

Edwards chuckled. He knew Tristan would not take this news too well. He liked action too much. However he felt that this assignment was something that he could use. Something low key. He too knew of the record amount of times that Dugrey had been shot.

"You start Monday," Edwards informed him, in a dismissing voice.

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AN: Yeah, yeah, another story... I promise, I have NOT forgotten about ONM, this was just an idea that's been bugging me for awhile...