Sebastian P.O.V
I packed up most of my clothing and 'personal' items. I was really going to miss my apartment. It was small. It was cozy…it was mine. I had asked multiple times why we had to move in together, and each and every time Zizes simply stated: 'when we said you were watching over each other at all times, we actually meant ALL times, sugar bear.' Ugh. Well I'm not going to be pushed around by a girl. A division Y girl at that.
I put all 3 of the cardboard boxes tightly into my car (because no way in hades were they going to fit in my trunk). I drove up to the apartment building. I saw a pair already there. Chang and Cohen Chang were already fighting. Chang was silently steaming while Cohen Chang screeched like a crazy wild banshee.
About what, I had no idea, but for some reason they disturbed me. I wanted to call Zizes or, heck, even Flannegan so that they could make the Chang-Changs shut up. But I just ignored the two crazies, and grabbed a box.
I walked to a green door labeled with a big bronze 3 on it, and saw Mercedes with a purple duffel bag strap between her teeth fumbling with her keys.
"Here, let me, sweetie," I said. She dropped the bag from her mouth and it landed gracefully into the crook of her ankle and she got a random key and pointed it directly at my chest.
"DO NOT call me that. You know, if you want to keep all of your limbs." She said, full of fire and spice.
"Okay whatever sweet cheeks" she turned around with kills fire in her eyes. I was kind of scared now.
"Um…I mean…uh…" what was this girl's name? Some kind of car, right?
"Lexis?" I tried. She raised an eyebrow.
"Prius?" her eyes widened in anger.
"Lamborgi-" before I could finish my last guess, her hand around my shirt collar told me that I was wrong.
"It's. Mercedes." She growled through gritted teeth. Wait…what was I doing? Being intimidated by this…this…LITTLE LADY? yeah! That's what she was! I mustered up all my swagger, confidence, and masculinity and prepped to put this girl in her place.
"Look, um sweetie, I don't know who you really are, but I am special agent Sebastian Smythe and I won't take crap from a lowly division Y agent."
I heard Artie whisper 'oh no he di-in't.'
"And you know what, I am the man in this, hah, PARTNERship therefore you will do what I say." I said with a smirk.
By now the entirety of both teams were there, and gaping in silence.
"Hope he has a cup," Said Puckerman.
Blaine made the cross sign over his chest.
"Look here special agent Smythe I don't know who you think you are, but all I see is lowly Sebastian who thinks he's better than everyone else, when in reality, he's not. Everyone here has a big niche that this agency can't live without. Sure, you qualify for everything but you don't excel in anything. I mean, who are you really? A filler agent if anyone gets swine flu. Insignificant, really. Oh and by the way I am supervisory special agent jones, and since you couldn't respect me on a first name basis, you will address me as such," she said with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"have a nice day…or don't…I really don't care." She sauntered into the apartment.
I stood there, awestruck. Did she just grill me?
"Dude you just got grilled," said Chang, clapping a hand on my shoulder.
I guess she did.
"WH…gah..eugh…whah?" I said, not comprehending what just happened. I never get grilled!
"You – just – got – grilled." Explained Hudson. I just rolled my eyes and finished moving in.
Okay guys do not panic! You will get to see some more spy stuff in the next chapter. I have recently noticed that my story 'the other Smythe' hath not been updated. I assure you that by July 3rd or 4th you will see a new chapter of that AND 'sick of you' but 'Suminavvie' will not be updated until after I finish 'say cheese'.