More The Crowded - A Graceland FanficNote - GRACELAND IS A SHOW ON THE USA NETWORK. WATCH IT DAMMIT.Okay. *takes deep breath* I'm good.So, yeah. Two new OCs, two new occupations, two new problems. Oh joy. Enjoy~.
Extra because I forgot-only Brendon Valient is coming into this. ***
"Levi...get up." Paul Briggs knocked on the door to his old partners room. "You've got something for the government."
"What the hell-how?" Mike Warren sat up in his bed, facing towards the headboard. "Why. I didn't screw up on that last 'mission'."
"It's not about you, it's about a new person." Briggs walked in and threw a file at Mikes' head. It landed on the bed behind him, and Mike sighed.
"Who then. That's s good start." He flipped around and opened the profile. "...Brendon Valient-who the hell is he? He's only 25 and he's already in the FBI?" Mike looked up, but Briggs wasn't there. He had already left the room, off to make his own breakfast. "Hey, Briggs Wait a second!"
"What." D.J. stepped into the hall, and looked on after Briggs. "What's your problem, Paul?"
"Nothing-it's just that we've got ANOTHER agent coming in for us." Briggs pulled open the fridge door and brought out a container of orange juice.
"Are you serious..." Jonny came waltzing into the kitchen, grabbing an apple off the fruit dish. "We don't have enough room, they gotta understand that someday." he bit into the apple, and grinned. "Who's pickin' the sucker up."
"Mike-you're doin' it this time." Briggs smiled and slapped him on the back. "The kid's on his way from Washington so get down to the Airport quick, alright buddy?"
"Wait, what? Me? Why?!" Mike looked to everyone, but they began to get to work on getting the house cleaned up a bit. "Really...what do I tell him, that I'm just-"
"Do what you usually do, Levi." Charlie walked in and smiled up at him. "Show off your gun gripping skills."
"Heh-heh, very funny." Mike sighed. "See ya all later..." he then grabbed his gun and ran out the door.
"Hmm ... lo que es esta comida se hace?" (Translation: "Hmm...what is this food made of?") Brendon sighed, gripping the side of his iPod with annoyance. "Dammit...that didn't come out right, did it..."
"No, no fue así." (Translation: "No, it didn't.") the women next to him smiled. "Do you know Spanish?"
"Sólo apenas." (Translation: "Just barely.") he smiled and chuckled. "Yeah, it's for a job of mine..."
"Oh, what's that?" she smiled.
"...Uh...Spanish Substitute Teacher..." Brendon nodded. 'Yeah, that makes so much sense...' he thought. The women didn't ask questions, but of course went-
"Uh...I don't have the name right now..." Brendon sighed. "I should have chosen a better job-" he began, but some attendant walked down the middle of the plane and stopped at his seat.
"Are you Agent Brendon Valient of the FBI?" she smiled wide, seeming as if she'd done this once before. Brendon shook his head and nodded. The women next to him had her eyes wide.
"Yes...what is it?" Brendon took a note from the attendant and she briskly walked away. "...'Wait under Terminal B Sign'...'Wait for me'...'Don't move or I'll be screwed over by Briggs'...Nice." he hit his head against the window. "Sorry."
"Está bien, agente." (Translation: "It's okay, agent.") she smiled at him. "You've got a cover to keep."
"Sí." he smiled and began listening to the iPod learning Spanish system again. "...¿Dónde está la comida de?" (Translation: "Where is this food from?")
"Mejor." (Translation: "Better.") the women smiled.
Brendon jumped off the plane quickly and ran over to baggage claim, of which he grabbed his suitcase and waited under the Terminal B sign for an hour. People went by, didn't talk to him or pay attention. He leaned against the window behind him and saw someone run down the steps to his left. "...you my pickup?"
"Nah, I'm just a guy with a gun." the man spoke jokingly, but Brendon gave him a quizzical look.
"What..." he answered, and the man grinned. "Answer me."
"Yeah, Agent Mike Warren at your 'service'." he answered, and outstretched his hand to shake it. Brendon doesn't react, only his eyes widen.
"Are you my-"
"Training Agent, yeah. No come on, dude. We gotta go." he smiled and turned back to the steps.
Brendon smiled lightly and blushed a bit. "Whatever you say, Sir..." he chuckled and followed him. His Idol was his Training Agent?
Well, not really an Idol...crush, more or less...