Charmed Undercover Agent
Author: Trevygirl
Rate: PG-13
Words: 620
SUMMARY : Reid Oliver, an undercover CIA agent is in great danger. Noah Mayer, a teacher from Oakdale University seemed to be involved. But how exactly Noah could be involved....
(Work In Progress)
"Agent Oliver. Never fool yourself. Don’t get emotionally involved. Never forgot your mission.”
Sat on a dirty ground. Somewhere in a stinky basement. Wrists hurting because of the hardly tied rope around it, Reid Oliver was cursing himself. Cursing on how he could have put himself in such a dangerous situation. How could he burn out his cover? How could he let himself falling in love? This had to be only an ordinary undercover mission. Not an emotional turmoil jeopardizing people’s life. Love was not something he should have felt. Love was irrelevant in here.
But unfortunately despite of his good intentions to do his job and solve this case. Not to attach and not to risk pointlessly his life. Agent Reid Oliver had failed miserably. Failing should not have been an option. Not for him.
Lately Reid’s mistakes had taught him the meaning of the saying “Hell is paved with good intentions”. It was crystal clear because now, he was in hell. And no way out of it could have been found.
Too many times a day. Every day. His kidnappers beat the hell out of him. Trying to force him to speak. To reveal his intentions. Why he was investigating on Noah. For which federal agency he working. What did he know about their plans? But Reid had remained silent. No words would going out of his mouth.
For two weeks the punches had been raining on him like cold water on a stormy night. Drowning his soul in his own blood. Pain was burning each of what was left of his brain’s cells. Reid wondered how long this violent daily routine would last. He wanted it to end. The pain was too much for him. But he could not talk. He had to hold on and pray for god to end his life before… they did.
His troubled mind was wandering. Thinking of how different things were six months ago. When he was a young agent known to be one of the best undercover CIA agents.
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Six months earlier, on a rainy Tuesday of October; Noah Mayer, a young Plastic Arts and Social Sciences professor; was giving a class about the Cubism artistic movement. When a new student, looking a bit older than the others entered the amphitheater. As a reaction to this vision of heaven, the tall blue-eyed brunette instantly froze.
The auburn haired stopped at the entrance and looked around. Then he walked towards the professor and told him few words. Noah’s look was vague and absent. Looking as if Medusa had sucked up life out of him. And she might have because Noah’s heart was beating too fast. So fast he was scared it would pop out of his chest.
Some students were looking at him with startled looks. But Professor Mayer couldn't care less.
“Professor?” The newcomer asked him with a surprise look.
What’s wrong about him? He’s so not like I thought he would look like.
Noah didn’t answer...
“Hello? Mister Mayer?” The freshman repeated.
Noah’s skin suddenly took its color. Going from a greyish color to a beautiful pale carnation.
“I’m sorry. Did you say something?” Noah finally uttered.
The red-head smiled.
“Yes sir. I did. I was just saying: “I’m Reid Oliver.”
“Welcome in our class mister Oliver. Get yourself somewhere to sit.”
Reid did so. Sitting at the first row. Right in front of Noah. Not ever breaking eye contact with him.
Ok Reid. Now the game is started.
“Okay students. Open your book on page 34.”
Noah, get a grip of yourself. You can't have a crush on one of your student…
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TO BE CONTINUED
Rate: PG-13
Words: 620
SUMMARY : Reid Oliver, an undercover CIA agent is in great danger. Noah Mayer, a teacher from Oakdale University seemed to be involved. But how exactly Noah could be involved....
(Work In Progress)
"Agent Oliver. Never fool yourself. Don’t get emotionally involved. Never forgot your mission.”
Sat on a dirty ground. Somewhere in a stinky basement. Wrists hurting because of the hardly tied rope around it, Reid Oliver was cursing himself. Cursing on how he could have put himself in such a dangerous situation. How could he burn out his cover? How could he let himself falling in love? This had to be only an ordinary undercover mission. Not an emotional turmoil jeopardizing people’s life. Love was not something he should have felt. Love was irrelevant in here.
But unfortunately despite of his good intentions to do his job and solve this case. Not to attach and not to risk pointlessly his life. Agent Reid Oliver had failed miserably. Failing should not have been an option. Not for him.
Lately Reid’s mistakes had taught him the meaning of the saying “Hell is paved with good intentions”. It was crystal clear because now, he was in hell. And no way out of it could have been found.
Too many times a day. Every day. His kidnappers beat the hell out of him. Trying to force him to speak. To reveal his intentions. Why he was investigating on Noah. For which federal agency he working. What did he know about their plans? But Reid had remained silent. No words would going out of his mouth.
For two weeks the punches had been raining on him like cold water on a stormy night. Drowning his soul in his own blood. Pain was burning each of what was left of his brain’s cells. Reid wondered how long this violent daily routine would last. He wanted it to end. The pain was too much for him. But he could not talk. He had to hold on and pray for god to end his life before… they did.
His troubled mind was wandering. Thinking of how different things were six months ago. When he was a young agent known to be one of the best undercover CIA agents.
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Six months earlier, on a rainy Tuesday of October; Noah Mayer, a young Plastic Arts and Social Sciences professor; was giving a class about the Cubism artistic movement. When a new student, looking a bit older than the others entered the amphitheater. As a reaction to this vision of heaven, the tall blue-eyed brunette instantly froze.
The auburn haired stopped at the entrance and looked around. Then he walked towards the professor and told him few words. Noah’s look was vague and absent. Looking as if Medusa had sucked up life out of him. And she might have because Noah’s heart was beating too fast. So fast he was scared it would pop out of his chest.
Some students were looking at him with startled looks. But Professor Mayer couldn't care less.
“Professor?” The newcomer asked him with a surprise look.
What’s wrong about him? He’s so not like I thought he would look like.
Noah didn’t answer...
“Hello? Mister Mayer?” The freshman repeated.
Noah’s skin suddenly took its color. Going from a greyish color to a beautiful pale carnation.
“I’m sorry. Did you say something?” Noah finally uttered.
The red-head smiled.
“Yes sir. I did. I was just saying: “I’m Reid Oliver.”
“Welcome in our class mister Oliver. Get yourself somewhere to sit.”
Reid did so. Sitting at the first row. Right in front of Noah. Not ever breaking eye contact with him.
Ok Reid. Now the game is started.
“Okay students. Open your book on page 34.”
Noah, get a grip of yourself. You can't have a crush on one of your student…
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TO BE CONTINUED