I totally forgot to mention some things to clarify for this fic!

1. Since Kurapika's last name wasn't mentioned in the manga, I just decided to make Kurta his last name

2. The agents in this story will refer each other by their last names- I'm pretty sure it's an FBI thing

3. After this chapter, I will tell you who is the focus of the chapter. Sometimes there are multiple main focuses, but there is a central focus.

4. From this chapter and on, I will reveal a character profile. A character profile will look like this

Hunter team (part of the BAU)
Special Agent and Supervising Agent Kurta
Full name: Kurpaika Kurta
Age: 27
Education: Masters in psychology. 4 years in combat training. masters in history and criminology
Specialty: Profiling, persuasion, combat, surveillance, behavioral analysis, and everything involving with puzzles, history, and knowledge

Hope you enjoy!


Gon rubbed his eyes as he entered the FBI headquarters. The first thing he saw were bustling people walking in and out of the doors and elevators. The front desk were already filled with people, and he saw many colleagues from other FBI groups. Gon yawned, dragging his feet to the golden elevators across the front desk. He pushed the elevator button, and it took a while before he heard a ding to his right. Gon slowly entered inside the elevator, and before the elevator door closed, a rather aggressive hand grabbed the edge of the elevator door before they closed all the way. Gon jumped in surprise, but laughed when he realized it was a panting Leorio.

"Yo, how are you doing, kid?" Leorio asked with a huff.

"Tired," Gon mumbled.

"Yeah, I know what you're talking about. I can't believe they still expect us to get up at 7 am when we arrived home at 3!" Right after Leorio's loud complaint, the elevators dinged again, opening the doors and revealing the Hunter's team personal floor Past the elevator rooms were another set of front desks who had three women actively observing each person going through entrance. Both Gon and Leorio fished out their pockets and pulled out their badges. The front desk ladies nodded in acknowledgement, and Gon and Leorio were met with more people bustling around their personal desks and offices. Past the security were 4 rows of desks, with 3 in each column. At the edges were personal rooms such as the supervisor office, computer office for the two technical analysts of the team Elena and Eta, conference room, coffee room, and a few others. Eyes still dropping, Gon walked to his own desk nearby the conference room. He flopped down in his desk chair and laid his head on top of his cluttered desk. It wasn't even a full minute when he heard familiar footsteps coming near him.

Rapidly sitting up straight and tall, Gon yelled, " I am definitely not snoozing off, sir!"

Kurapika gave the younger boy his rare chuckles, but he still crossed his arms at the tired looking agent. "I see that, Freecss. Anyway, I want you to and everyone else meet me in the conference room right now."

"Yes sir!" Gon saluted before marching to the conference room. The conference consisted of a large, mahogany round table with exactly 8 leather chairs for the 8 members of the Hunter Team. When Gon arrived to the room, Melody, Shoot, Elena, and Eta were already there. The four agents bid Gon a good morning before Gon settled himself in a seat next to Melody. And before long, everyone else arrived to the conference room. Kurapika was the last one to arrive with a thin folder in his arms. Sitting at the chair right between Melody and Palm, Kurapika laid out the folder that had the famous red, circular stamp at the right corner.

"Okay, I will cut to the chase," Kurapika started, opening up the folder. "The director gave our team an important assignment that we must finish before taking in any other cases." He first read the case file, "It seems like there is a suspicious group of gang members loitering around our building this past week. The problem is that they haven't committed any crimes yet, and all of the members we investigated had clean records. They are clearly protesting something against the government or the FBI. But because we can't necessarily put any charges against them, the chief has asked to send one agent from our group to go undercover and find any evidence that may help us get rid of them in our vicinity."

"I am assuming that this is a strict solo mission?" Shoot asked.

Kurapika nodded, "Yes. They specifically request to assign someone young, have attractive and friendly appearance, good charm, and has the capability to defeat armed men without any weapon." In an instant, all 7 heads turn to their youngest agent. Gon whipped his head back and forth to his teammates.

"M-me?" Gon stammered in surprise.

"Kurta just perfectly described you, Freecss." Knuckle growled.

"Not all of us can disarm men without any weapon," Leorio added while crossing his arms.

"So it's settled. We are going to send Freecss on this solo mission," Kurapika said without an inquisitive tone.

Gon raised both of his arms in defeat while Palm giggled, "Freecss, you don't have to be so modest. You know you're the only one that is fitting for this mission."

Gon shook his head, "Of course not, Siberia. I think you fit the description too!" Palm, as usual, gasped dramatically, completely lovestruck.

Kurapika cleared his throat before adding, "Freecss, you will completely be alone in this mission. We can't risk the gang finding a bug in you or anything, so use your best judgement, capture them when you think there is enough evidence to put charges against them. Am I clear?"

"Yes sir!"
…..

Gon finally exited the apartment building that was a street down from the FBI headquarters. It took him a while to gel his hair down enough for his gravity defying hair fit inside a cap. As he walked past a glass wall, Gon cringed at his disguise. He really couldn't recognize himself. He was wearing baggy brown pants, white tank top, black jean vest, a fake mole underneath his chin, black cap, and fingerless gloves. Despite the completely new look, he still earned smiles and waves as he walked by the bustling Washington D.C. street

"Huh," Gon said to himself. "I guess I do have that friendly look." He recalled his instructions from Kurapika

"Since the gang members constantly watch the building, walk out the building wearing your usual attire. Then go to brown apartment building in K street. We have a secret apartment room for these kinds of mission, and there, change into your disguise. Once you wear your disguise, come back out and observe suspicious activities and casually join the gang. You have that trustworthy appearance, so you can easily approach them without suspicion. I trust that you know how to go undercover and carry out the mission out."

I don't know if I can just casually walk in and declare my interest in joining their gang Gon thought. He placed his hands on his pockets and casually strolled long the street from the apartment. He passed by small businesses, restaurants, and pedestrians. The massive FBI building towers over these smaller buildings, but Gon kept an eye at the suspicious men wearing black masks that cover only their mouths. Counting about 8 men, Gon observed how these men would keep circling around this busy street and kept looking at the FBI headquarters. Gon noted how this street had heavy traffic, and there were approximately about 50 people walking through the streets at each end. He then noticed that the men with the masks would finally group together and fled back to the alley between a department store and a bar. Taking this chance, Gon moved from his spot from the bench and approached to the opposite side of the street. While crossing the street, men, women, and children all passed by the undercover agent.

Among the groups of people walking pass Gon and other people moving from K street to J street was none other than Killua Zoldyck, who was also wearing clothes that roughly hid his obvious identity. Wearing the same navy blue hoodie and light blue jeans, Killua unknowingly brushed shoulders with the undercover agent. Even though Gon's eyes concentrated on the group of men sneaking between the two sketchy buildings, his eyes automatically followed the person who brushed up against his shoulder. In a split second, Gon caught sight of silver hair beneath the person's hoodie and piercing sapphire eyes. Gon's eyebrows furrowed, but he decided to continue his destination. After he made it to the end of the street, he quickened his pace and followed his target's footsteps.


At the same time, Killua, who was now at the end of the street, immediately stopped his tracks once he saw that the person he bumped into entered inside the alley. Killua rapidly turned around and glared at where the person disappeared to.

Did that guy… recognize me? Killua thought. At first, Killua didn't think anything of it when his body made contact with that hippie looking dude. Washington D.C. usually had crowded streets, so he tried to avoid eye contact. However, because of his previous trainings, Killua was keen with eye movements and subtle gazing. The guy he just briefly touched was… off. There wasn't a single hesitation in his steps, but Killua definitely saw his eyes land on his. He caught deep, amber orbs as he walked by. That could only happen if the guy was intentionally observing his face. Which means, Killua deduced, that this guy might know who he really is. Killua knew that he is risking a lot if he decided to back and follow that weird looking dude, but at the same time, he could find out how that guy recognize him. His logical side told him that it was better to forget him since that guy didn't decide to make any move. But somewhere back in his head urged him to follow.
Sighing, Killua whirled around and jogged back to where he started from.


Gon was actually impressed with himself. It only took him 10 minutes before all the gang members accepted him in their crew. Gon silently thanked his Aunt Mito for teaching him politeness and unhesitant friendliness. It made him appear more naive than he really is.

4 hours has passed, Gon was able to extract a good amount of information. These group of people believed in anarchy, and they were incredibly opposed to government systems such as the FBI and CIA. They call themselves the Liberators, and their first target was the FBI. However, Gon didn't think that knowing their hatred against the government systems was enough to turn them in. He had a feeling that the gang leader Samuel still did not fully trust Gon to tell him the details of their plans or how they all banded together. So far, the lowest of the rank in this gang, the rookies, were only ordered to watch the FBI headquarters. That was it. There wasn't any order to watch for a specific person or take notes on the layout of the outer structure. Just to watch the building throughout the day. Gon sent his updated investigation to his team through his disposable phone quickly and leaned against the brick wall in their hideout.

2 more hours passed, and most of the group gathered together beside the dumpster. At this point, Gon memorized following information —

the number of people in this gang: 16
# rookies: 10
# leaders: 4
# founders: 2
all members gather around 9 pm
founders can access guns, leaders access knives, and the rookies are only allowed pipes

Gon continued to formulate a plan in rising in ranks to obtain more information enough to charge them with something such as destruction of property or smuggling while the leader was giving a hate speech against the government.

"We are small now, but we will be greater! Our hatred is none like other. The government groups such as the FBI, CIA, list others, will fall under us one day!" the leader rambled.

Just when Gon couldn't think of any other information beside this speech could convict this group of anything, a high pitched gasp could be heard across from them. Gon and the gang members turned their heads to their left, and saw a girl around the age of 15 or 16. Her hand covered her mouth immediately as if she had made a grave mistake.

The founder with a bald head narrowed his eyes before he whispered, "You over there, what are you doing?"

The raven-haired girl wearing a flowing knee-length dress took a step back before whimpering, "I uh just was getting out of work- ahhhhh!" The girl broke into a sprint when some of the leaders started to chase her. Gon almost jumped in to stop them from getting her, but he realized that he was still in undercover. He swore under his breath when the leaders tackled down the teenage girl. The gruff man with a beard quickly put his hand over her mouth before she could scream for more. Got held his fists as the men secured the girl in their arms.

"We caught her, boss," the leaders told the founder.

The bald founder nodded in approval before telling the teenager, "I apologize for our rough behavior, but you cannot simply walk out with what you have just heard. We must get rid of all potential threats." The girl, who was now in tears, shook her head violently while screaming into the gruff man's hand.

Gon gritted his teeth. Screw my cover! Okay, so I have a blunt pipe with me as a weapon, and the revolvers the two founders have are much faster than me with a pipe. So I first have to get rid of the two founders first and hopefully I can shield that girl while facing at least 14 men lunging at me with knives and probably other weapons I didn't anticipate—

Before Gon could further formulate a plan in his head, a deep voice called, "Alluka, are you there?" The founder instantly dropped the hold on the girl when he saw a tall man with a navy blue hoodie suddenly appearing before them. Beneath his hoodie and locks of transparent hair, the intruder's piercing eyes glared at the gang members before looking intently at the teary eyed girl. "Hm? Are these the weird employees you work with? Well, hurry, we should get home before Mom is worried." Gon caught the stranger motioning a secret message to the captured girl.

The girl finally caught on the stranger's message, and the girl cried, voice cracking, "Mm! Y-yeah, I was just looking for my purse…" her eyes landed on to the founder's eyes, pleading him to spare her. The stranger took another step toward the girl, causing the founder and his leaders to growl in anger.

"What makes you think you could casually walk in our territory like that?" one of the leaders barked. Even with the threat, Killua effortlessly hopped between the men and the girl. The gang members were stunned from the sudden movement. And before they could process, the stranger reached something inside his hoodie pocket.

"KILLUA ZOLDYCK, WAIT!" Gon shouted. Killua suddenly stopped his action and twisted his neck to his right. What Killua saw next shocked him. The same dude from earlier, the person he was totally not stalking, took down all 12 men in an instant. With the metal pipe in his hand, Gon first knocked down 4 guys at one clean swing to their backs. The 6 guys near the four guys Gon took down immediately reacted, but their reflexes were no match to Gon's. In a split second after his swing, Gon jumped above them and launched his pipe at two of the rookies beneath him, knocking both out. That left 4 more men, who already grabbed their weapons and started to attack Gon. As Gon landed on the grounded with his two feet, he ducked from an incoming swing from a pipe, grabbed a hold of one of the leader's wrists who was about to thrust a knife to his abdomen, and kicked the other two men hard in their gut that was charging at him. Then after the two rookies fell unconscious from Gon's deadly kick, Gon flipped over the man carrying the knife to the ground, knocking him out unconcsious. Finally, Gon finished his swift victory with the final gang member by charging him with only one of his lanky arms, The gang member gagged from the attack as Gon lunged at him in the neck. The ex-assassin and the remaining members of the gang watched in awe as the spiky-haired man finished off 12 men in less than 10 seconds. Pushing the last gang member to the ground, Gon fished out a hidden gun inside his pants and pointed his gun at the two founders and leaders. "Hold your hands up. You are under arrest for the attempt of kidnapping a girl."

The founder stuttered, "W-who are you? Aren't you a rookie? What the hell is going—"

"I am an FBI agent. I have enough evidence to charge of all of you in this horrible crime," Gon interrupted rather harshly. Gon saw the rage building within each of the gang members' faces at the mention of the FBI. Before they could act, Gon swiftly knocked each of them out. The four remaining members fell to the ground, unconscious. As soon as all four dropped to the ground, the girl choked out a sob, causing Gon to rush to the girl and soothe her. "Shhh, it's alright now, you're safe. Me and my friend here got you to safety."

"Friend, you say? " a cold voice interrupted. Gon continued to rub the girl's shoulders before turning his attention to the hooded figure behind him. Once he looked up, he was met with ice cold eyes peering down right at him. Gon gave his "friend" a wink, causing Killua to growl and fish out his weapon from his pocket.

Gon immediately dropped his gun and raise his arms up pleading, "Woah woah woah! I was just joking! I don't want to cause any trouble between us—"

"Yeah right," Killua snarled, holding up his own silver .22 handgun, "If you say you're FBI, then prove it to me." Killua's accusation only brought a small smile to Gon's face. He reached down the insides of his pants once again and pulled out his identification and badge.

"See? Now will you please drop the weapon, I don't want this girl to be alarmed or anything."

"I know you know that she's unconscious right now from stress. And why would I drop my weapon now that I know you're the real fed."

Gon curiously cocked his eyebrow, "Well, then shouldn't you trust me more? Isn't that how it's supposed to work?'

"Don't play dumb with me. You just called me by my name. You know who I am, and what I am. You're probably waiting for the right moment to capture me," Killua spat, still holding the handgun directly in front of Gon.

"No, I wasn't tasked to capture you. So there's no need for me to try and arrest you." Killua blinked at the words the agent just confessed. Killua glared into the undercover agent once again, and through his knowledge in human behavior, he knew that the man in front of him wasn't lying.

"What the hell? What kind of FBI agent doesn't think it's necessary to capture an assassin like me." Killua muttered under his breath.

What Gon said next caused Killua to lower down his weapon, "You mean ex-assassin. right?" Killua didn't say anything, but Gon saw his eyes widened a bit. Smiling a lot wider now, Gon continued, "You probably didn't like being an assassin for a while now, maybe even for your whole life. You wanted to rebel against your family, but you couldn't quite escape from their control until… just recently I'm guessing."

Killua looked sideways from Gon's accusation before turning back to him once again. He quietly asked, "You a profiler or something?"

Gon shrugged, "Yeah, but I'm not as good as my friends."

Crossing his arms, Killua then questioned, "How did you know that it was me when we passed by during that street crossing?"

Gon stood up, gently placing the girl on his back before answering. "I just happen to memorize all the country's most wanted criminals and their appearances. Yours is very unique, Killua Zoldyck. Silver hair. Sapphire eyes. Pale skin. Not everyone has that kind of look in this area."

"You only saw a few locks of my hair and a second of my eyes, and you figured out that it was me?" Killua scoffed disbelief. Gon nodded, which encouraged Killua to question, "And why the hell are you telling me all this? Isn't this some confidential information to the feds? Seriously, what kind of agent are you?" This time, Gon genuinely laughed out loud to Killua's puzzlement. For some reason, Gon suddenly wished that he had more time to chat with the Zoldyck, but he had to return this girl safely back to her home. And there was another problem if he and Killua stayed in this place any longer...

"Haha, well, the agents that are about to come here aren't really like me. If I were you, I would bail right now before they arrive," Gon warned. Killua's eyes narrowed, and his eyes wandered to the girl on his back. Catching the concern in the Zoldyck's eyes, Gon reassured him, "Don't worry, the girl will be safe. I'm glad that you were stalking me the entire time and intruded."

Realization struck on to Killua, and the Zoldyck demanded, "So you were waiting for me to act? You were willing to bet the girl's life for someone like me?" Gon stared into the ex-assassin's eyes. The silver-haired Zoldyck stared back.

Giving the former assassin his carefree smile, Gon told the Zoldyck, "Well, since you are part of the notorious family of assassins, I knew that you had the skills to get the girl out of harm's way. Your abilities shouldn't be questioned, should they?" Hearing Gon's honest admiration toward his own capabilities for some reason caused the former assassin flustered.

Blushing madly, Killua scolded, "Never mind that! W-what if I had no intention of saving her? For all you know, I could have just wanted to take the girl for myself to kill."
The FBI agent shook his head and gazed into Killua's blue eyes. "I trusted you the moment you called out her name. 'Alluka'. You gave the girl a nickname, and from the tone, I could tell that this Alluka is someone dear to you. That's when I knew that you were here to save her, not to steal a victim away for yourself." Killua was speechless.

Turning around to return back to the direction he came from, Killua grumbled, "This is why I hate profilers the most."

Before Killua disappeared into the shadows, Gon called out, "Thanks again for the help! I hope to see you again, Killua!"

"The last thing I want is to run into you in the future," Killua muttered. With that note, Killua silently ran from the scene, leaving Gon with the unconscious girl in his back and the fallen gang members. The smile never left on his face.


Another character profile here!

Special Agent Freecss
Full name: Gon Freecss
Age: 21
Education: 1 year training in FBI academy, 6 year solo training for combat and weaponry, and 4 year training in psychology
Speciality: Combat, tracking, apprehension, mobility, pursuit, weapon wielding, strategy, and a bit of profiling

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