Hiii everyone! I am so excited to share my first attempt at fic writing so please go easy on me! As a long time fan of Richelle, I am so happy that the series is getting it's own TV show after, like, a million years! Sooo in celebration of that I've decided to give this thing a shot! I hope everyone enjoys it!

Disclaimer: Of course, this is a work of fan fiction and all of the lovely characters, descriptions and most quirks belong to Richelle Mead, author of the Vampire Academy series, and I am in no way claiming ownership of any of them, except my own OCs here and there!

PROLOGUE

Rose fucking hated undercover work.

Why?

Well there were a number of reasons actually, like having to fake shitty accents, befriending and lying to innocent people and having to deal with creeps…Yeah, the last one was kind of a daily occurrence- and that was outside of work.

Yet, as Rose stared blankly at the slimy guy in front of her she was at a complete loss. She must have heard wrong.

Blinking slowly, she asked the guy, ''You want what?''

"The guy" in question grinned. A completely charming smile Rose thought, if it weren't for the cracked lips and that one chipped tooth at the side, was it his canine? Although, his teeth were pretty white for a drug addict and if his cheeks weren't so hollow and his skin a healthier colour, Rose would say he looked impish, like a mischievous little boy who stole all the cookies and got away with it on the count of being so darn cute.

As it were, she was having a hard time keeping her cover and not punching the dude in the face.

''Oh come on! It's a small price for a job this big.'' He reasoned with a grossly flirtatious wink. Yes, motherfucker had the audacity to wink.

Rose gritted her teeth hard enough to feel them turn to powder and dissolve on her rigid tongue. At least the two suits behind him had the decency to look disgusted. Maybe their boss wasn't such an asshole who did such shitty things all the time. No, Rose though, they always seem to save the shit for me. She barely resisted rolling her eyes at her luck- it would probably send the wrong message.

Going for a tight smile instead she just about got out, ''But we already agreed on a price, and this,'' she motioned between them with a finger, ''is not it.''

''Yeah but that was before I saw you. Now I've seen you and I can't imagine unseeing you.''

Was this creep serious? He wasn't even making any sense.

''No.'' She told the wiry man ogling at her.

The thing that got on her nerves was that this fella wasn't half bad looking. He had gorgeous chestnut hair that looked greasy as hell but it was thick and Rose just knew that it would shine glossy and model-perfect like his old pictures if he bothered to wash it.

Plus, he got sparkly green eyes and eyes were a weakness for Rose since all she had were plain brown ones. Rose had never seen that colour green in real life before. They were the colour of gems, bright and beautiful. Almost spellbinding if she were completely honest but he was unhealthily thin and a few shades too gray which, instead of enhancing the beauty of his face, only served to highlight how wrung out the poor bastard was. Typical!

''Oh! But you can't afford to say no to me little spitfire. I own the man you work for now, and as such, I guess I own you too. It's simple really.''

Rose couldn't hold back the eye twitch if she were being tested. Seeing as Rose's boss was Assistant Director Mikhail, a hardass and former detective himself, she highly doubted it but she could see where he was coming from. He thought he owned her boss because that was what her team led him to believe when, in fact, it was a bunch of fake Internet traffic and false profiles here and there. Pshht. Owned Rose. Nobody could simply own Rose. This bastard was pushing it.

Rose inhaled a steeling breath to calm down her temper. It was never far from beneath the surface of her skin just waiting to ooze out of every pore like a toxic infection. She tried again to reason with the self-entitled prick before her.

''Mr. Ivashkov, this is a lot of money I'm offering. Are you sure you would like to pass that up?'' There. Rose could be tactful too.

The piece of shit had the gall to scoff at Rose like the 250k she was referring too was a quarter in a piggy bank. This was not about to go well.

''Darling, don't insult me. I have money to burn.''

He was still smiling but now there was an edge to it like he was getting tired of the conversation already. Well Rose was tired too, so fuck him!

''Now hand them over. I want them still warm when they touch my palm.''

His tone left no room for arguing unless Rose wanted to have a dead suspect on her hand, because she could take this chump- she could do it one-handed too. What she couldn't take was a pissed off Mikhail. This guy was a fucking psycho but still, Rose didn't see much of a choice.

Fuck. They hadn't anticipated this. They did everything right. Except, well, one can never truly account for the nuts factor of a suspect.

Shit!Shit!Shit!

She hoped they didn't have cameras in here. If anyone saw this, she was never gonna live it down but with footage to boot she might as well never show her face at the precinct again. Oh, who was she kidding? It was only her partner Mason she had to worry about because then he'd kill this asswipe and then laugh at Rose for not killing him first, and then he's show it to Eddie who would show it to Jill and then she's show it to Lissa who would then chew Rose out for not telling her first and everything would just exhaust Rose and she wouldn't even have the comfort of alcohol to help her through that mess.

Hell, he things Rose did for her job. She did a lot of shit but now she can add trading in a pair of worn panties for information to the list. God she was humiliated.

The indignity of it all!

Still, she had to try. ''Turn around at least.''

''Not on your life,'' He retorted without so much as a blink.

Damn. Rose was screwed. It would be harder to stage a surprise attack on this bastard if he refused to turn around. Still, a whack on the head might do this weirdo some good. Too bad they really need him or else-

Someone cleared their throat and for a moment, Rose thought that one of the bodyguards were looking at her hands, which were not slowly creeping towards the glock jammed between her waistband and her back. Luckily, she remembered that this was a high stakes mission and she was decked out with comms and a smartwatch that could never tell the correct time.

The gruff voice filtering through her ears startled her a second later. "Hathaway! You hanging in there?"

Of course it was a rhetorical question, because it would be suspicious if she were to talk to the open air…right in front of Montana's biggest drug trafficker. Seriously, Montana? Ambitious twat.

After an uncomfortable pause, Spiridon, that asshole, continued, "Um, right, so you can pull the plug now. Get out of there. This kid we picked up spilled everything and we picked up a few solid leads that check out. We're on our way to arrest Ivashkov now that we've got all we need here- oh! And Mikhail says not to do anything stup-"

Rose resolved to apologize later since truthfully, she had stopped listening at Get out of there but, of course, the big boss won't have any of that. Oh, well, too late! He knew what he was getting when he assign Rose to this case.

"Come now love, don't be difficult!"

Right, he was still here. Rose saw no reason to waste her time and the city's resources when she was perfectly capable of taking down one horny asshole and a couple of goons.

Also, she needed to hit something. A lot of somethings. Hard.

With renewed vigor, Rose fixed a feral smile on her face and pulled out her gun, relishing in the shocked silence and bemusement written across each man's face. Yeah, they were probably used to getting punked all the time what with running an illegal business that hurt thousands of people every day and all.

"What do you think-"

Rose didn't let him finish, just aimed and fired at the two "guards", hitting them square in the chest before rounding on Mr. Ivashkov himself.

"Huh, I didn't think it was possible for you to lose more colour," was all she said before hitting both of his kneecaps.

They mixed groans and wails of three grown men writhing on the ground was insanely satisfying and she was about to shoot Ivashkov in the crotch the third time before the wailing of sirens pierced through the moment.

Dammit, why did the law always ruin her fun?

A/N: Umm so, that happened! I really hope you guys liked it! I don't know what updates may look like but I'm not giving up. Please feel free to comment your thoughts and let me know how you feel about the fic and the new VA TV series! Love you all, byeee!