Brenton Thwaites Imagines

Agent In Training

There are multiple reasons why I hate my dad's profession. He is an undercover agent that works for the CIA. In other words it's a dangerous job that has made us move over 18 times.

It was a long day. Since it was the first day of summer vacation for the high schoolers the diner was extremely busy.

I locked up the diner and began my journey home. When I got home I turned off my car and walked inside. I locked the door behind me and walked past my living room to the kitchen.  I stopped suddenly and turned around.

There was a guy on my couch. A half naked guy.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. "Can I help you?" My voice made him jump. I laughed as he looked at me in shock.

"You..... Aren't......"

"Surprised? Hardly. You must be my dad's new partner." I sat down and looked at the papers sprawled across my coffee table. "Keith Johansen. You still haven't caught him yet." The file was ripped out of my hands.

"These are classified." The boy practically growled.

"Then why are they dumped all over a stranger's apartment?" I laughed.

"Well..... Your dad......" He stuttered making me smirk.

"My dad doesn't live here. This is my apartment." I got up and grabbed two waters from the kitchen. When I came back I tossed him one which he easily caught.

"Thanks," he mumbled. I heard him let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry. Your dad gave me this address telling me to meet him here if we got separated. Which obviously we did."

I cut him off. "It's okay. He's done this at least 15 times since I moved in two months ago. He treats it like a safe house."

"Oh," he looked at me and then his water.

"Can I ask you something?" I said suddenly.

"Umm okay." He said unsure.

"Why aren't you wearing clothes?" I bit my lip to keep from laughing. He looked down and laughed.

"It's complicated." He shrugged.

"Try me." I challenged.

"Johansen's men ambushed us. We got into a car chase but our car ended up trashed. We got oil all over us."

"Oil? Seriously? And you thought that would be too hard for me to understand?" I laughed.

He just shrugged. "This isn't what I thought working for the CIA would be like."

"You are an undercover agent for the CIA. What did you expect it to be like?" I tried to ask without laughing.

"I thought it would be more like......" He mumbled something but I only half heard him.

"Like Blacklist? Or those other cop shows? Seriously?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Whatever. How would you know what it's like to be an agent?"

"My dad is one." I said with a duh tone. "He didn't exactly follow the 'don't tell anyone' rule. He told me everything about every case. Like how he has been chasing Keith Johansen for over a decade and that Johansen supposedly has a code to get into any safe or bank account. He also has a flash drive with a picture of every agent and their loved ones. But of course, he doesn't know about you or my dad because you are undercover." I rolled my eyes as I stood up.

"Do whatever you need. I'm gonna take a shower." I rolled my eyes and walked away.

When I got in the shower I let the hot water relax my tired muscles. Suddenly I heard the front door close. "Good he left." I mumbled as I finished washing my hair. I jumped when the bathroom door opened and closed softly.