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theycallmemoosey · 5 years

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Whatever You Say, Rapp

Mitch Rapp x Reader

WARNINGS: angst, torture, mention of suicide (do not read if easily triggered - I do too, dw), mention of murder, mention of blood

A/N: First AA fic! I think I went a bit overboard with this and kinda crammed every scenario into this. Also, I am posting this in the middle of nowhere (like - near Scotland middle of nowhere) with the shittest wifi and the worst signal so I’m afraid no gif for this fic. I really hope you enjoy as I did really try with this one. Moose :)

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“Y/N, just got a call from Hurley, he has a lead on a potential case and he wants me to check it out”

“You want me to work my magic?” You asked, taking a bite out of a slice of leftover pizza.

“Well, I can see your clearly busy” he gestured towards the pizza, amusement on his face.

You groaned, storming past a grinning Mitch and plopping down in front of your laptop, “What’s the name?”

“James Walton. Owner and manager of Walton’s Insurance a few years back but just stopped turning up one day. Single, looks around 35 to 40, no children as far as we know and-“

“Got him. I’ll just work out his social media passwords, find out his phone number and track his most recent activity. Piece of cake”

Mitch smiled at you proudly, stroking your hair, “You never fail to impress me”

“Most recent activity is just down the road. Go on, kick ass” you smiled up at him, kissing him before he grabbed his phone, gun and jacket, “Wait! Mitch!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Earpiece” you reminded him, holding up the discrete earpiece first given to the two of you when you worked your first mission together.

“Oh yeah, that’s kinda important” he smiled, kissing you before rushing down the apartment block stairs.

You sighed heavily, slamming the door and grabbing the pizza box before heading back to the desk.

“You there yet?” You asked, knowing the microphone attached to the laptop was already connected to Mitch’s earpiece.

“No” Mitch chuckled, his voice low as he kept his profile in plain sight.

“You there yet?”

“Don’t start this, babe. I can’t listen to you ask me that for the next 10 minutes”

“Whatever you say, Rapp”

You kept silent for a bit, listening to him breathe heavily, the sound of the crowd in the background.

“You there yet?”

“Oh my-I will destroy this”

“By all means, but if you get in the shit, you’re on your own” you said, a mouthful of pizza.

“I love you” He chuckled, “I’m here. The cafe right?”

“Yeah. You see him?”

“No…are you sure he’s here?”

“Most recent activity on his phone was…right there. Look harder”

“Y/N, I’m looking!” He exclaimed in a hushed tone, aware that he was bringing attention to himself, “Can you check again?”

“Mitch, I’m looking at the live feed right now, I can’t give you any more information than-OH MY GOD!” You screamed, the sound of crashing alerting Mitch, making him stand up and flip the chair.

“Y/N?!”

Silence.

“Babe?! Are you there? Shit shit shit”

Mitch sprinted back to the apartment block, gripping the gun in his jacket pocket. He burst the door open and took a sharp inhale of breath. The room had been trashed. The desk had been flipped, your computer monitors smashed, your laptop twisted, papers littering the floor.

“Y/N? Are you in here?!” He called out, rushing to check every room, “Baby?!”

He stopped in his tracks when he saw the note pinned to the door with one of his daggers.

“No. No, no, no” he cried, tearing the note from the door.

One step ahead of you, Rapp. I’ll give her back for a price. Catch me if you can.

“Fucking BASTARD!” Mitch roared, screwing the paper up and throwing it in any direction, punching the drywall next to him, “He’s going to fucking pay. He’ll FUCKING PAY”

He grabbed his phone up off of the floor from when it fell out his pocket, scrolling furiously to find Stan’s number.

“Stan? He took her. The bastard took her”

“Get here in 10”

————————————————

“I give you one mission Rapp, and here we are with an even bigger problem”

If looks could kill, Stan would be dead on the floor right now.

“You sent me on that mission. YOU sent me. Because YOU sent me, SHE is gone. That Walton guy took her!”

“He’s more dangerous than we first thought. I spoke to Irene Kennedy-“

“The one that set me up in this whole fucking deal? That woman?”

“Yeah. She was able to find me another agent to help you find Y/N”

“I don’t want help”

“You’re gonna need it, Rapp. If this guy is as dangerous as he turns out to be, you’re going to need all the help you can get. Look, this girl has been personally recommended by the CIA, she’s clearly good”

Mitch sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration, “Fine. Fine. Do we have any idea where this Walton guy is?”

“Kennedy is investigating right now. Apparently, a missing CIA ground agent is quite a big deal. Just lay low here for now while we wait for any news from HQ” Stan ordered, sitting on his desk and flicking through his phone.

“Look, this guy is a mass murderer. Fraudster. Just an evil guy. He might have his hands on my girlfriend right now. You really expect me to sit here willingly while she’s in danger?”

“Not my fault you’re in love with her” Stan shrugged, not looking up from his phone.

“This is all your fault!” Mitch screamed, his hands balled up into fists to resist the urge to punch anyone or anything nearby, “You sent me that mission! You asked me to go after this guy! Oh, and must I forget, YOU are the one that put me and Y/N in a team. You are the reason they went after her”

“Whatever you say, Rapp”

Mitch growled slightly, making Stan look up, observing Mitch’s fuming body language, “She’s an agent too, she had just the same amount of risk being captured as any one of us. Just because she’s your girlfriend doesn’t make her job any more dangerous than it already was”

Mitch breathed heavily and angrily, realising that Stan was right, “If anything happens to her, Stan…I-I just can’t lose her too. It was hard enough losing-losing-“

“Katrina?”

Stan and Mitch both turned their heads towards the doorway, their eyes landing on a woman.

“Who the fuck are you?” Mitch spat, offended that she dared speak Katrina’s name.

“Your partner” she shrugged, pushing herself off the doorframe and heading past Mitch to shake Stan’s hand, “Sorry I’m late”

“Well, you’re here now” he said, “Mitch, this is Rebecca Tulsa”

“Like the town?” Mitch snarled, glaring at her.

“Good to meet you too”

“Alright. We have some intel. They tracked the van that they saw on CCTV leave your apartment garage, and it is currently on the way to…the airport”

“The what-“

“You heard, Rapp. You guys better get your asses in gear to find out wherever the hell they’re taking her. Now, this guy is crazy rich so I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re taking a private jet”

“How are we gonna get onto the runway to track a private fucking jet?”

“Work it out. Now go!”

———————————

The drive to the airport was silent, Mitch glaring at everything.

“What’s with the anger, tough guy?”

“Shut the fuck up”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll stop this car and throw you out”

“You won’t do that”

“Want to see me try?” He asked, his voice laced with venom, “The only reason you’re here right now is because of the fact that my superior demanded that I had to have back up. If it were up to me, you wouldn’t be here right now”

“Well, fortunately, it isn’t up to you. So you’re stuck with me”

Mitch grumbled, his hands gripping the steering wheel.

“How did you even know about Katrina?”

“I know everything about you”

“You don’t know shit about me”

“Full name is Mitch Rapp, parents whereabouts unknown, only family left is your brother Steven Rapp, and the two of you were raised in McLean, Virginia. You attended Syracuse University where you majored in International Business with a minor in French. You attended college on a lacrosse scholarship, turning down a scholarship from the University of North Carolina because your high school sweetheart, Katrina Harper, was attending Syracuse with the hope of getting into broadcasting. The two of you went on a vacation to Ibiza where you proposed to her. She accepted but moments later the terrorist group-“

“That’s enough” Mitch warned, not wanting to replay the memories in his head.

“A year later, you graduated from Syracuse and a week later began training for the CIA, after being headhunted by Irene Kennedy. You spent years being trained by former CIA operative Stan Hurley. Since, you’ve been working multiple cases given to you by Hurley, one of which you were partnered with your now girlfriend, Y/N Y/LN. You’re fluent in Arabic, Persian, Urdu, Pashto, German and Italian. You’re ambidextrous but naturally use your left hand. You also prefer dogs over cats”

Mitch was speechless, glancing towards his new partner, “You sure do know a lot about me”

“I was given your file from HQ”

“My file says I prefer dogs over cats?”

“I did a little research on the side. Your alias’ Facebook profile, Mitch Kruse, likes a lot of posts including dogs. I know you and Y/N were also planning on adopting a dog”

“You hacked into my facebook account?!”

“What? Like it’s hard? Doesn’t your girlfriend do that for a living? I would have thought you had a lot more security on your accounts”

“One more word and I will put a bullet through your brain”

“Whatever you say” Rebecca laughed, smirking at the idea that she had the upper hand.

————————————

You squinted your eyes, the bright light blinding you. As you adjusted to the environment, you tried to shout out, only to find that you had been tied and gagged to an aeroplane seat, your ears popping when you saw that outside the window, you were taking off.

“Boss, she’s awake”

You were soon met face to face with the same guy Mitch had been trying to track down just hours ago.

“You’re probably wondering what’s going on right now”

You glared at him, not able to stop the single tear falling down your cheek.

“We know who you are. We know who you work for. And you will give us all the information about the CIA you can. Everyone you know who works there and what jobs you’re assigned. And we will not stop until you give us the information we need”

You stared at him, flicking your eyes downwards to indicate towards the gag.

“Oh no, we’re not taking that out yet. Not until we’re at our final destination. You weren’t even supposed to wake up until we were there!”

You looked at him with a confused expression, your heart racing in fear although you dared not show it.

“Bruce, please sort this girl out”

“Yes, boss”

The big, bulky guy stormed up to you, and after a single swipe from the back of his hand, you were out again.

—————————————

“I’m a business partner of Mr Walton, I need to know where he flew to this morning” Mitch demanded, glaring at the receptionist.

“I’m sorry, sir, but that information is classified”

“I need to know, it’s urgent”

“Again, sir, I can’t share that information with you” she persisted, smiling forcefully.

Rebecca sighed, “Look, lady. We’re with the CIA. He is a wanted man and we have to know where he is going right now. If you don’t share this information with us right this second, we will take you into custody. Now, are you going to tell us where he is headed or are you going to leave this airport in cuffs?”

The receptionist looked at Rebecca with fear in her eyes, immediately typing on her computer with a sense of urgency. Mitch looked at Rebecca surprised, making her smirk and shrug.

“Vancouver”

“Canada?! Why the hell are they taking her to-“

“Calm down!” Rebecca hissed before turning to the receptionist, “I’m sorry about him. Listen, we need two tickets on the next flight to Vancouver”

“There’s one leaving in 15 minutes. I’ll speak to security and let them know who you are and see if I can get you to the plane immediately. Do you have your CIA ID?”

“Yes” Mitch huffed, surveying the airport.

“Great, just flash that at anyone who questions you and they’ll let you straight past”

“Thanks for your help” Rebecca smiled weakly, grabbing her bag and running towards the gate.

“So you just…go around screaming who you work for to any random person”

“If it’s necessary, yes. If you want to catch this guy and get your girl back, then I suggest we get a move on”

“You know best” he mumbled, starting to run towards the gate.

—————————————

“Who do you work for?”

“You told me you know. If you actually knew, you wouldn’t be asking me”

James smacked your face, making you groan and twitch your jaw, the sting making your eyes water.

“I want names”

“You may want them, but you’re certainly not getting them from me”

He laughed manically, sighing while rubbing his knuckles, “You’ve got quite a smart mouth on you, haven’t you, you slag”

He punched you square in the jaw, making you hiss in pain and spit blood on the floor.

“Not gonna lie, you can take a punch”

“That’s what you get when you grow up with an abusive father”

“Aw, what a sob story” he patronisingly cooed, punching the other side of your face, missing your eye by an inch, “Now are we going to get any names?”

“You already know one” you breathed heavily, “If you knew who I was, then you know who I live with. I wasn’t quite out when I saw you pin that note up. I know you have your eye on Mitch. And I swear to god-“

“What do you swear?” He asked, smiling psychopathically, “What do you swear to god?”

“You touch him, you have no chance of finding out any information from me. Touch one hair on his head, I will stay silent. Doesn’t matter how much you torture me, I won’t say a word if you hurt him”

“You really love this man, don’t you?”

“You will never know”

James hummed, twisting the chair opposite you backwards, sitting on it back to front while staring directly at your face.

“Do you know who I am?”

“James Walton” you breathed, your head beginning to feel light headed.

“Everyone knows that, you silly little girl. I mean do you KNOW who I-“

“Grew up and was educated in England, family lived in Surrey and was hideously wealthy. You lived off Daddy’s money and used it to expand and branch out his business to America. You are the manager of multiple Walton’s Insurances across nearly 30 states, earning a net profit of about $20 million a year. That was, until, you had a loss of $4 million one year and you just stopped turning up to work one day"

“Enough” he snarled, jumping off the chair to pace around the dimly lit room, the only light from a flickering, industrial lightbulb.

“You’re a wanted man, both from the CIA and the FBI for both fraud and obsessive assassinations. Since then, you have participated in the murders of nearly 30 individual people, pretty much all of them being innocent people who were struggling to pay you back. You got a thirst for death and began torturing and killing people willy nilly! Not only that but you hide your true self behind the alias of James Walton, don’t you, Joseph Washington?!”

“I SAID ENOUGH!” He roared, launching himself towards you and punching you in the face until you were knocked down to the floor, “You have no right”

“You killed the real James Walton, didn’t you?” You laughed breathily, your face in more pain that you thought you would ever endure, “You were raised in shitty government funded apartments in Chicago by two abusive parents, and you were born into no money. You spent years finding the perfect doppelganger that you could perfect becoming. You have lived most of your adult life as a fraudster. And you won’t ever stop, will you Joe?”

He was so furious you could see his face turn red, his hand darting to grab the dagger from the table. He mercilessly stabbed your abdomen, making you scream out in pain, blood bleeding everywhere. You knew that he purposefully stabbed you in a place where no serious damage would be done, but you couldn’t feel like this was it. You just wished for Mitch to burst in the door and save you.

“I’m being nice, Y/N…don’t piss me off”

He harshly got off of you, breathing heavily to calm himself down before heading out the room, leaving you tied to a chair, lying on the floor with a dagger in your abdomen in complete darkness.

“Hurry up, Rapp”

—————————————

“Mitch, stop running”

“We need to find her. The more time we spend here, the more they could be hurting her”

“We don’t even know where he is! There’s no point just running around the city aimlessly. We don’t even know they’re still in Vancouver. We need to just lay low somewhere this evening, check all the local CCTV and work out logistically where he may be”

“I can’t waste a second here! They might be killing her”

“They’re not gonna kill her” Rebecca sighed, exhausted and frustrated that Mitch would not slow down.

“How do you know what the hell they’re going to do to her?” Mitch snarled at her, finally stopping.

“They’re after information. You saw the note they left at your apartment, they’re after you. Knowing Y/N, she’s not going to release any information about anything or anyone”

“Don’t pretend like you know anything about her. You don’t know her”

“Yeah. Yeah, ok. I don’t. But if she’s anything like you, she’s tough”

“God” he groaned, rubbing his eyes in exhaustion, “Yeah, she’s tough”

“You two are going to have the most amazing kids” Rebecca smiled, touching Mitch’s arm reassuringly.

“If we ever have any” he sighed, “You’re right. Let’s…let’s set up in the hotel across the street. We just need to find out where the fuck he went”

“I know you’re scared”

“No, no you have no idea” he threw over his shoulder, storming out of the airport to signal a taxi.

“Actually, I kind of do” Rebecca mumbled as they got into the taxi.

“No, you don’t know what it’s like to be terrified. I’ve already lost one love of my life, I can’t lose another. She brought me joy in my life since-since I lost Katrina“

“Then it’s essential we get her back” she smiled.

The ride to the hotel was silent, Mitch’s breathing heavy.

“My husband David, he…we both worked for the CIA for years. Met the same way you and Y/N did. We both went on a mission in Marrakesh and he was taken by the terrorist group we were meant to take down. He…he was killed”

“I’m sorry to hear that”

“I haven’t been the same since. We were planning on having kids and…buying a house and getting a dog”

“You can still have that”

“No” she laughed sadly, “No, I can’t. I promised him I would never love another person the same way I loved him”

Mitch smiled sadly, “Maybe it’s time you moved on. He would want you to find someone that made you as happy as you deserve”

“Thank’s Mitch” she laughed quietly, “Maybe you’re not as cold-hearted as I thought you were”

“I’m made of stone” he matched her laugh, “No emotions at all. Not sure how Y/N puts up with me to be honest”

“Neither”

———————————

“Good morning, Y/N”

“It’s the morning?” You sighed, squinting out of one eye as the other was swollen from last night’s torturing.

“It’s been 5 days…I don’t think your Mitch is coming to save you”

“I don’t need saving” you scoffed, twisting your hands behind your back to find some sort of comfort in the restraints.

“Oh, then please do tell, how are you going to get out of this situation?”

“Just sleep with your eyes open” you smirked, or at least tried to.

“Do you want to know HOW I know that your Mitch isn’t going to come and rescue you?”

You sighed and hesitantly made eye contact with him, “How?”

“Let me show you” he smiled, grabbing the closest table, and opening his laptop.

“What is that?” You asked, your eyes trying to focus on the screen on the laptop.

“That ls a live feed from a nearby hotel. Room 1804. Recognise anyone?”

You watched carefully, your heart dropping when you saw Mitch walk in the room with another woman. She was beautiful, with long brown hair and a beautifully shaped body. She was almost perfect.

“What do you want to do for dinner tonight?”

“Um…well, just order some room service. I’m just gonna take a shower and then I’ll be right out” Mitch shrugged, throwing his duffel bag on the only double bed in the room.

“Don’t be too long” she smiled teasingly.

“What is this?” You asked quietly, not willing to believe what you were seeing.

“I think you know perfectly well what that is…do you know her?”

“No”

“Oh, that’s funny…because I do”

“What?”

“Her name is Lauren Bradbury. She works for me. Dear old Mitch needed some backup, so we sent Miss Rebecca Tulsa”

“Like the town?”

“Except the REAL Rebecca Tulsa? She’s right here” he exclaimed, opening the nearby metal cupboard, a female body dropping out.

“HOLY SHIT” you screamed, trying desperately to move away from the dead body that was laying on the floor.

“Oh look look!” The sick psychopath pointed towards the laptop, “It’s the best part!”

You shut your eyes, not wanting to see anything else that was going to break your heart. He must have noticed, as he moved around to the back of the chair to pry your eyes open, forcing you to watch.

Mitch walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still wet from the shower.

“Rebecca? Did you order food?” He asked, grabbing some clothes from his bag.

Rebecca came out from behind a wall in the room, only in her black, lacy underwear, “You can call me Bex, you know”

Mitch stood staring at her, his breathing hitched, “O-okay, Bex”

She laughed, “Sorry, I was just getting changed into something a little more comfortable. I ordered food”

“G-good” he stuttered, his eyes fixated on her face, trying not to look anywhere else. She smiled and stepped a few steps forward.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier and you were completely right. I DO deserve someone who will make me happy” she whispered, placing her hand on his chest and running it up to his neck.

“Wha-“ Mitch was interrupted by her lips on his, forcefully pulling him closer towards her and dropping his towel so he was completely nude.

“MITCH!” You cried, Joesph pausing the video on the image of Mitch’s hands on Rebecca’s waist, their lips on each other.

He tutted, “Maybe your boyfriend isn’t who he said he was”

“He would never-“

“But he just did!” He rubbed it in your face, smiling at the tears falling down your face, “You don’t deserve him, Y/N. Look what he does to you. You get kidnapped and he sleeps with someone else?”

“I can’t believe he would do this”

“You may not have believed it, but you best believe its true”

You closed your eyes, letting more tears fall. You heard him chuckle under his breath, followed by the loud slam of the warehouse door.

——————————————

“Woah, what the fuck?!” Mitch shouted, pushing Rebecca by her waist so hard she fell to the floor, desperately trying to cover himself up with the towel that was pooling at his feet, “Was this your plan all along?!”

She laughed, “Oh, Mitchy. You really let your guard down”

“Why are you laughing?”

“No reason” she smiled, standing up and starting to get dressed back into some clothes, “Just how easy you are”

“Easy? What do you mean, easy?”

“Oh that guy you’re looking for? James Walton? He’s in apartment 40 in Well’s House, two streets across from here”

“How do you know that?”

“I got intel” she shrugged, opening the door. It was slammed shut, making her squeal before she was flipped around, her back slammed against the wall with Mitch’s hand against her throat.

“YOU WORK FOR HIM, DON’T YOU?!”

Rebecca laughed wheezily, struggling under his grip, “Whatever you say, Rapp”

His grip tightened and he was hissing through his clenched teeth, “Is she alive?”

“I don’t have to answer you” she struggled out, Mitch punching her in the gut.

“IS SHE ALIVE? IS SHE HURT?”

“Hurt? Probably. Alive? Get there soon enough she may still be”

Rebecca was thrown to the floor harshly, Mitch storming over his bag to quickly get dressed before grabbing his phone, gun and jacket and heading out the door.

—————————————

“You can talk to me, Y/N” Joseph smiled creepily, wiping the dirt and blood from your cheek, “What’s the point of keeping everything a secret now? I know you’ve lost the will to live”

“You don’t know shit. And you never will” you spat, looking at the floor, your heart still aching from what you witnessed not so long ago.

“Y/N, you’re going to die one way or another. I did some research on you, you know. I know you were hospitalised for multiple suicide attempts. Mitch gave you a reason to live, didn’t he? What you just saw broke you inside…I know that you’re planning another attempt right now, aren’t you? Well, again, two ways you are going to die. You can talk and I will let you look at the world once more, or you can stay silent and I will just have to kill you myself”

“Just another one to add to the list, right?”

“If you want to look at it that way, sure” he shrugged, leaning on the table.

You sighed, knowing that you were going against your better judgement, “Fine. I’ll talk”

“I’m glad you’ve come to your senses”

“I…my full name is Y/N Y/L/N, I am the intelligence partner of Mitch Rapp, we were trained by ex CIA operative Stan Hurley and our CIA intelligence superior is Irene Kennedy”

“Well well well, that’s a good start”

“I’ve got to be honest, that’s as much as I can give you. The group I trained with all probably have different names and lives. Those names are the extent of my knowledge”

“Oh” he frowned, revealing a gun from the back of his jeans, “Then I guess you’re no use to me”

“Wait, we had a deal” you squirmed in the chair, your wrists raw from the rapes tying you to the back of the chair, “Please, I’ve told you all I know”

“It wasn’t enough. And you should know by now, Y/N…don’t trust what anybody says. It was nice to meet you”

You began to sob as the gun was raised to your head, Joseph smiling. You closed your eyes when you heard two gunshots echo in the room, a sharp shooting pain in your shoulder. You opened your eyes when you realised that you were still breathing the same as you were, admittedly a little bit faster from the adrenaline.

“M-Mitch?” You whispered, his devastated face breaking your heart.

“What have they done to you?” He stepped over the body he just shot, his hand outreached to touch your face as if he couldn’t believe it was really you.

“Don’t touch me” your voice was hoarse and dry, flinching away from his touch.

“Y/N…”

“If you’d like to untie me, Mitch, instead of letting me just bleed out here in this chair”

He stumbled a little bit, before rushing to cut the ropes, concentrating on not hurting you even the smallest bit. You stood up, hissing as your arm flew to your shoulder, trying to relieve some of the pain from the bullet wound. You turned to face Mitch, who stepped forward to embrace you, but you slapped him in the face.

“What was-“

“I saw you” you spat, your anger overcoming your fear of relief, “I saw you with that girl. Rebecca was it?”

“Wait, what? How did you-“ he started, confusion all over his face as he tried to piece together what was going on.

“She was working with James Walton, who FYI, was really called Joseph Washington and killed the real Rebecca Tulsa and replaced her with his own hired gun called Lauren Bradbury! YOU SLEPT WITH SOMEONE WHO WAS WORKING WITH THE GUY WHO WAS TORTURING YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

“I didn’t sleep with her! She came onto me!”

“Oh yeah, yeah I’m sure she did. I WATCHED YOU!”

“WHAT?”

“Yeah! That Lauren installed a camera in your room and I was shown a live feed of you SLEEPING WITH HER!”

“I DID NOT SLEEP WITH HER!” He roared, making you flinch in fear but you kept your guard up, “DID HE SHOW YOU THE WHOLE VIDEO?”

“Enough to show me what my boyfriend was doing to the whore of a CIA agent”

“What did he show you the video on?” He asked calmly, aware that you were still trying to recover from what you had just gone through. You pointed towards the laptop as much as you can, putting pressure back on your shoulder. Mitch stormed towards the laptop, fiddling around with the video before getting to just before the kiss.

“I don’t want to watch this again” you said quietly, trying to keep the tears from falling.

“Keep watching”

You came and stood next to Mitch, hesitantly watch the scene again.

She laughed, “Oh, Mitchy. You really let your guard down”

“Why are you laughing?”

“No reason” she smiled, standing up and starting to get dressed back into some clothes.

“Oh my god…”

“I would NEVER do that to you” he pleaded, stroking your hair back as you continued to cry, “You are the light of my life, Y/N. I wouldn’t hurt you if it cost me the entire world”

“I thought you-“

“You thought wrong. Baby, I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my real life. I want to marry you and have kids with you and…you mean too much to me. You know, before I met you I had no reason to live. I tried to kill myself too many times to count. Then I met you and suddenly there was a reason to live again”

“Really?” You asked, your hand taking his.

“Yes” he laughed, crying himself, “I want you in my life forever and ever”

You carefully tilted your head up to him, kissing him gently, feeling his hand on your lower back stroking you gently.

“So this mission was a success then” you laughed against his lips, feeling him smile. He pulled you in tightly, snuggling his head into yours, placing small kisses on your neck.

“Ow ow ow, Mitch, stop” you pushed him away, “Shoulder”

“Oh, oh shit, of course” he pulled away, leading you out towards the door. However, after taking one step your knees buckled and you began to fall, Mitch catching you just before you hit the ground.

“Woah, are you ok?”

“Yeah” you sighed, “Probably just dehydrated”

“When was the last time you drank? Hell, ate?”

“Umm…probably that slice of pizza I was eating when you left for this goddamn mission”

“Holy shit” Mitch breathed out, swiftly picking you up and carrying you out into the fresh air, knocking you out instantly.

——————————

“Morning, sweetheart” Mitch kissed your forehead, stroking the hair out of your face.

“How long was I out?”

“A couple days. I gave you a bath, washed your hair…not gonna lie, that was kinda tricky” he laughed, making you smile.

“Thank you”

“Oh, and I patched up your shoulder. Managed to get the bullet out and cleaned your shoulder up. Feel any better?”

“How many drugs am I on right now?”

“Quite a few”

“There’s your answer” you smirked, trying to sit up.

“I spoke with Stan, let him know that the guy is dead. Irene too. They send their love”

“No, they didn’t”

“Yeah, you’re right they didn’t” he laughed, moving to lay next to you on the bed to put a film on.

“I love you” you whispered, kissing the hand that was interlocked with yours.

“I love you too” he kissed your head, the sound of his phone ringing next to you.

“Don’t answer it, don’t answer it”

“Yeah?” Mitch said, putting the phone to his ear as he spoke to Stan.

“Damn you, Rapp” you groaned, shuffling around to try and get comfortable, even with the comfort of the muscly man next to you, who was actually surprisingly soft, as he spoke to whoever it was on the phone.

“Thanks” he shut the phone off and threw it on the end of the bed, “That was Hurley”

“And?”

“He has a lead on a potential case and he wants me to check it out”

“Want me to work my magic?”

“No. You’re not going anywhere. And neither am I. Not until you’re 110% better” he demanded, tickling your side gently.

“Whatever you say, Rapp” you shrugged, scrolling through the movie selection on the TV at the end of the bed.

Mitch looked down at you proudly, “When are you going to become Y/N Rapp?”

“When you ask me”

“I’m asking right now” he smiled, making your eyes go wide and drop the remote on the duvet.

“What-“

“I haven’t got a ring or anything on me but that doesn’t make me want to do this any less. I never thought I could love again but ever since you came into my life, everything has just made sense. I love you and I want to show you how much I love you until the day I die”

“That could be any day from now until whenever. You know what our job is like” you tried to argue, but you were shoved gently, Mitch being careful of your shoulder.

“All the more reason to become a Rapp before it’s too late”

“Ok”

“Ok?”

“Yeah” you smiled, leaning up to kiss him gently, wincing slightly at the pain it caused your shoulder.

“You’re going to be my wife” he whispered, shocked and astounded by the idea that you could ever love him that much, “I love you”

You smiled back up at him, interlocking your hand with his once again, “Whatever you say, Rapp”

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