After an extreme amount of questions about apparently famous people, God answered my prayers and we're about to land. I looked out the window down at the magnificent city none other than the Big Apple.

I was getting my self ready for landing, getting all my things ready. As I reached under my seat for my most important cargo, I reached for the ground instead. I looked under my seat then frantically started looking everywhere.

Shit.

"No no no no no." I start to say.

"What's wrong love?" Harry says taking his headphones off.

"I can't find my laptop." I say freaking out.

"But it was there before? And neither of us moved?" Harry began to think. "Did you boys take Jennifer's laptop?"

"I didn't." Liam answered.

"Neither did I." Zayn replied.

"Not me." Niall said innocently.

We all looked at Louis.

"I swear it wasn't me." Louis said honestly.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Crappity crap crap.

This is not good. All the information I got so far is on that thing. Plus information on everyone in the FBI database. I am in deep shit.

I feel the plane land and myself hyperventilating. This is a private jet. How could someone take it? Wait....I know who it is. I now completely and utterly despise the letter X.

This Mr. X was better than I thought. All the boys think in confusion. Probably thinking how the hell it got stolen on a private jet.

But I'm an agent and prepared for the worst.

"It's alright guys. I can just buy another one." I lie to the boys but reassure them.

"Are you sure be-" I cut Harry off.

"It's fine." I reply.

The boys gather all their belongings and head for the exit. I stay behind and text Cindy quickly so none of the boys see.

*Track down my laptop ASAP*

"Jennifer?" Harry calls out.

"Sorry. Just a minute." I say stuffing my phone in coat pocket.

I'm immediately greeted with the chilling New York air, although cold reminds me of home.

"Brrrr." I shiver. Not a good day to wear a short skirt.

We get into the airport and are immediately greeted by tons of screaming girls. And from what I know from Instagram and twitter, are called directioners.

"I love you Zayn!" A girl screams.

"I have carrots Louis!" Another yells.

"Harry! Give me some of your gravy!" One cries out.

Wow. Even the poor little girl named Lux is getting bombarded. Are these boys used to this? I believe so because they all begin taking pictures with the fans.

I just stood awkwardly by Harry, trying to not get into any of the pictures. Then I feel someone tap my shoulder.

"Can I have a picture with you?" A girl asks with many others asking also.

Harry looks back at me giving me a look to go ahead. I guess I have to.

I take pictures with many giddy girls. I just smile happy to be making their day although I'm just a normal teenage girl. Sort of.

"What's your name?" A girl says over the loud chaos.

"I'm Jennifer. Jennifer Sanders." I said kindly back. I had to be nice or my face would be known for being a jerk and thinking I'm too cool for the fans. The last thing I need was hate and making it on the cover of tabloids.

"That's an awesome name!" The girl says with a bunch of girls agreeing then complimenting me on my outfit.

"Time to go." Harry says coming to me. The girls scream bursting my ear drums. He waves and apologizes for leaving so quickly.

"You have great fans." I say to him as we walk to a taxi or limo or whatever rich famous people ride in.

"I already know that." Harry says grinning.

Apparently Harry and I are in a taxi by ourselves. Talk about awkward. The others left while I was breathing in all the compliments those girls gave me.

As I got into the taxi, I noticed the driver looked a lot like......James!

"Look who's here." I say while Harry puts the bags in the trunk.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." Jimmy says in New Yorker's accent.

"Like the new ride." I say.

"I know right! This one actually has cup holders." He whispers but loudly enough for me to hear in his English accent.

I laugh a little but go back into my act when Harry opens the door.

"Ready?" I ask him.

"All set." He replies.

"Where to?" Jimmy asks in his New York accent.

"The Plaza please." Harry answers Jimmy.

The Plaza?! You have no idea how many missions I've been sent there for. I acted as a manager, maid, dry cleaner, and event supervisor multiple times there before.

"The Plaza?" I ask him. Did I mention many deaths also happened there?

"Yup. The lads and I all wanted to have the best before MSG since, you know, it's MSG." Harry replies acting as if its obvious.

"That's great but I don't want you to pay too much for me and-" I begin.

"No no no. Your laptop has already been taken under our surveillance. I have to repay you." Harry says.

Crap. The laptop. I totally forgot.

"Hehe great." I say uneasy.

Where the hell is Cindy when I actually need her?

---------------------------------------------A/N: Hola. I was going to get this done earlier but parents are annoying. So I hope you liked it. I really want people to begin guessing on who Mr. X is. I want to see what people come up with. Please comment, vote, fan and all that other good stuff. Thank you lovely people!!!! :)