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"I need you to come with me."

These words sent chills down Katsuki's spine. They sent him into an inexplicable hell of thoughts.

Was he getting fired?

Did he fail to correctly fill something in?

These were the unbearable thoughts swimming in the male's head as he trailed behind Mila's clattering heels. The anxiety of these thoughts grew bigger with every footstep the male took. The mere thought of being called scared him enough. However, the actual event of which he would be called in by Assistant Director Yakov Feltsman, it was like being called and lead to your own death. The mere mention of him made a plethora of chills run down everyone's spine.

Nobody in this branch was a play toy. Whether it was financial aid or an undercover worker, everyone was street smart. There was no manipulation or betrayal in the office (unless you requested a death wish). Even the people employed in minor jobs of the branch could read you like a book. But compared to the wrath of that specific Director, those people were nothing.
Feltsman was no pushover. He didn't give second chances. He expected the best of the best. There was no tricking him. To this man, manipulation was an ant that could be crushed in a matter of seconds. If you failed to obey his orders, you would fail to keep your position. Demotion wasn't even an option to the man. Usually, you would just end up losing your entire job.
This was the reason only the few like Yuuri could manage to keep their jobs, but just barely. Even people like Mila, who are quite loyal and are able to assist you when needed, have been thrown out like a basketball, just to fall low and end up living in a car by themselves or with family members who barely had enough money to financially aid themselves.
These thoughts both corrupted and haunted the younger male's mind as the silent corridor echoed the sound of Mila's footsteps.
At a certain point, both agents appeared to be at a heavy looking wooden door with a voice recognition box on the side of it. Mila pressed the green button located on the side of the box.
"Agent Mila Babicheva. I'm here with Financial Aid worker Kastuki."
Only after a few moments, Feltsman responded back.
"Bring him in."
With that, the door made a click sound and Mila turned the knob and proceeded to open the door.

Inside was the one and only, Yakov Feltsman. This man sat on his chair in front of his desk, his facial expression stoic, yet dangerously aggressive. Across from him was a silver headed male who has his back faced towards Yuuri. The ravenette watched as this man threw his head back in laughter, which Yuri could only assume was from a conversation the two were having. As this silver headed male did so, he just happened to notice the man behind him. Chills ran through the younger ravenette's spine as this male continued to stare and began to form a small smirk on his face.
For a few moments, words could not either form or come out of the boys mouth as silence filled the room. But as he regained his composure, he finally managed to utter out the few words needed to engage in a conversation.

"W-what is it you need me for, Sir?"

The room was silent again for a moment, as Yakov and the silver haired male only stared at this awkward male. Anxious thoughts began to run through the males mind and he internally cringed at the awkward seen occurring.

Did he do something wrong?

However, those thoughts began to clear up as Yakov's usual stern face began to turn calm. He motioned for the younger male to sit down in the chair next to the silver male's, which the younger male quickly responded to. He turned around to face the silver headed man, which he felt he shouldn't have done because of the shock that came to his facial expression when he recognized who he was.
Victor Nikiforov...one of the top agents in the country...

The older male must've noticed the males expression from the corner of his eye, because in only a matter of seconds, he began to stare eye to eye with the other male. His notorious smirk formed back onto his face again, as the male proceeded to mouth 'Like what you see?' to the ravenette's direction. This caused the other male to abruptly turn his head to the other direction to avoid further contact, a small but furious pink blush forming on his cheeks.

"Kastuki...Nikiforov.." Assistant Feltman spoke, his voice mumbled, yet clear and dominant. The two males responded by sitting straight and staring ahead at this superior.

"Katsuki," Feltsman began, folding his arms. "Do you know why I brought you here?"

"N-not at all, sir." The ravenette replied.

Feltsman reached into the drawer of his wooden desk, only to receive a plethora of binders and papers and hand them to the baffled ravenette.
"Currently, we have received a big case that has been given to us to deal with. Just two days ago, we've received news of the kidnapping of Therese Anderson.  As you may know, she is the head principal of the top school in the country, which would be Nixon A. High Academy."

"But sir," Yuuri began. "With all due respect, shouldn't this work be dealt with by lower forces? This isn't something that seems too complex for the police to solve."

"That's what we thought when we were informed of this event," Yakov replied. "However, we were also informed that her kidnap is undeniably related to a drug deal that occurred at the the exact same time. It was brought to our concern that this drug deal connects to a certain criminal we've been searching for." A smile formed on Yakov's face as he pulled a piece of paper from another drawer on his side of the desk and set it in front of Yuuri, who took a moment to inspect the picture before him. It was a mug shot of a man with a crescent-like scar under his right eye. He had light, but bloodshot, cerulean eyes that gave off a menacing vibe to Katsuki. His messy, dark hair was chin length, forming an intricate style to his split ends. His lips were formed in a small, but external growl while his thin nose complimented this growl. Tiny scars and cuts lied on top of his smooth- looking pale skin, indicating that this man may have been in a conflict before his arrest.

"This is the infamous Quinn Killer, isn't it?" Yuuri muttered while continuing to inspect the picture of the man before him.
"Correct." Feltsman responded. He pointed at the upper left corner of the mug shot Yuri was inspecting. "This was taken at the last prison he was sent to. About a few days before Mrs. Anderson's kidnap, he was to be sent to another prison. We assume that he most likely escaped due to the crime scene Viktor took a look at yesterday." 

Hearing this caused the intrigued ravenette to glance at the silver headed male. Viktor glanced back, a smirk filled with satisfaction forming on his face.

"So enough about the Quinn Killer," Yakov began again, earning the two agents attention. "I called you, Yuuri, for a very important task. I've given you these binders and folders as information on this case and I'm expecting you to use it to the fullest advantage. You, along with Agent Viktor Nikiforov right here, are to solve this case together. We'll be having you two go in undercover to do so-"

"Wait a minute, what?!" Yuuri cried in response. "Why me? What about Agent Mila or Agent Yurio?"

Yakov sighed. "Agent Mila will be doing side research for this case. Agent Piletsky requested for another partner due to issues with his previous one." This caused Yakov to glare at the other male, who only chuckled slightly in response.

"But I'm only a financial aid worker," Yuuri replied. "I don't know that much about the police force!"

"That's why Viktor will aid you throughout the case. Plus, if you can manage to solve the case, I will promote you to a caseworker just like Viktor."

These words put Yuuri into thought for a moment. If I accept the case, I'll be promoted, and then I'll be able to-

This thought was interrupted by Viktor, who began to laugh once again. "Oh Yakov, do you really think a little small child like him can solve such a big case?"

The room went silent for a minute, thick air fueling around the room. Viktor could only smirk at the ravenette, who began to feel his blood boil, yet gradually break down from Viktor's words. He knew Viktor was an extremely skillful worker, however as he began to slowly start to realize something, he calmed down and this time, he was the one to form a small smirk. This made the silver headed male's cocky smirk fade away.

Stupid Viktor, Yuuri thought to himself, slamming his fist onto the table, earning a shocked expression from Viktor and even Yakov, who could barely contain it. I'll prove him wrong.
With one final glance at Viktor, the ravenette turned and smiled at Yakov.

"I'll do it."

Yakov smiled back at the boy. He'd never seen determination like that before, and he found it intriguing. "There's one more thing I forgot to tell you, Agent Katsuki. This event occurred at a strip club and I'm sending you both in as employees. Do you think you can handle that?"
Yuri's expression stayed the same, which surprised this superior. This made Yakov smirk in satisfaction. Usually, agents as small as him wouldn't accept the case and chicken out. But Yuri was an exceptional one.
"I'll still take the case." Yuuri replied, his everlasting smile disappearing, but the determination in his chocolate brown eyes never once leaving.

"Good." Yakov responded, "You and Viktor are allowed to leave now. However, I expect you two to be in Atlanta in two days and working on this case."

"Yes, sir." And with that, both boys proceeded to exit the office.
As they walked side by side to their offices to retrieve their stuff so they could pack for the air flight, Yuuri couldn't help but feel Viktor's blue orbs  staring into the side of his face.
Finally, once Yuri got to his office room, he sighed and started to turn the knob. However, he was quickly stopped by two strong arms wrapping around the lower region of his torso.

Yuri's cheeks turned furiously red as he recognized these arms to be Viktor's. Viktor only chuckled into Yuri's ear and nuzzled into the region between Yuri's shoulder and neck, knowing how vulnerable this boy seemed to be.
Finally, he retracted from the boy, who was furiously blushing, yet looked quite uncomfortable.
Before he left the confused ravenette,
he winked and finally said something.

"I hope a little boy like you will be able to handle more than such a small and delicate thing like that."

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