My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 34

Episode 5 years ago

My undercover life - Season 1 - Episode 34

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“Lily—Lily!”
The voice grew louder and louder, getting more frantic by the second. When I didn’t respond, I felt a pair of hands wrapping themselves around me, pleading with me to answer. My eyes met theirs in a daze state, seeing bright blue eyes glancing at me with a distraught look on his face.
“B-bradlee?”
He let out a sigh of relief hearing my voice, before gently laying my head on his lap. My stomach stirred, feeling my cheeks growing warm at the close contact.



“Are you alright?” he asked, his lips inches from mine. I gulped nervously, avoiding his gaze. Staring at the ceiling above his head, I almost gagged seeing the unrecognizable brown and oddly green stains.


“F-fine,” I stammered. “What happened?”
“You fainted.”


My eyes snapped back to his, not missing the forgotten phone on the floor. Your little boy toy is going to die. I gasped, sitting up abruptly at the memory. Pain shooted up my skull, as I doubled over. Letting out a yell, my eyes closed shut. Breathing heavily, I grasped my forehead, trying to subside the growing headache already making its way up to my head.


“S--t, Lily, are you alright?” Bradlee asked, before I was suddenly pulled into his chest. Hearing his abnormal heartbeat, I blushed deeply knowing that a simple touch was affecting him just as much as it did to me. “If I would’ve known you were going to sit up, I would’ve moved before your head collided with mine.”

I laughed, glancing up at him. “It’s not your fault I can’t even sit up straight without hurting myself.”


He chuckled, as his deep laughter caused his chest to vibrate against my shoulder. His eyes grew warm as he looked down at me, caressing my forehead. My breath hitched at the distance between us. I could smell his delicious after shave, and his unique cologne. “You’d a rough day today haven’t you?” He lowered his voice into a soft whisper, leaning his forehead against mine. His eyes fluttered shut, giving me a nice view of his flawless face. I couldn’t help but stare at the slight dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose. God, was he cute—No Lily, stop thinking like that. You have to warn Bradlee about—
His eyes snapped open at that moment, causing my face to flame. The corners of his lips tugged up into a smirk, catching me in the act. He laughed quietly to himself, rubbing his thumb down the side of my face, before reaching my lips. My body froze when I saw those crystal blue orbs of his hazing over with lust.
I gasped silently when he looped his finger under the metal hoop that was my lip ring. My body shuddered violently at the close contact.
“You know,” he whispered huskily, breaking out into a small smile. “I always wondered how these things would feel up against a tongue piercing,” he finished saying, before running his tongue over his bottom lip.
Seeing a flash of blue, my eyes rounded when his sentence clicked. Pushing out of his hold, I stammered away, dashing to the other side of the room. My hand reached up, touching the heated skin that was for sure my burning cheeks. He didn’t say that. He didn’t suggest he wanted to try a french kiss with me. Bradlee wasn’t that bold—was he?
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He sighed deeply, when I didn’t respond. I mean, how could I? How could I face him?”I guess I went a bit too far with the teasing . . .”
Chewing on my bottom lip, I fidgeted with the sleeves of my shirt. “N-no that wasn’t it,” I managed to squeak out. I was just thoroughly embarrassed. Even though it wasn’t anything near my first kiss, the thought of kissing Bradlee just made my knees buckle with nervousness and my heart hammer a thousand times per second. His presence alone made me tongue-tied.
“Lily—” he started to say when a loud screech cut him off.
“Pervert!” the unknown voice shouted in a high pitch scream.
I whipped around to see a middle-age lady, hitting Bradlee with her big a-s purse. He was hunched over, blocking his face and stomach from the overly strong stranger. “Don’t worry honey,” she shouted, in between her torturing. “I got your back sweetie. He won’t hurt you anymore—”
“Stop hurting him!” I cut her off, causing her to pause for a split second. I took her hesitant as the sign to move, and grasped Bradlee’s hand in mine before dashing out of the bathroom.
Hearing her screams that vaguely sounded like h---y teenagers, I blushed deeply, just thinking about Bradlee’s words.


Once we were safely outside the mall and as far away from that crazy lady as possible, I let go of Bradlee’s hand. Catching my breath, I wiped my face before looking at an amused looking Bradlee.


“Thanks for saving me back there.” By that sparkle in his eyes, I could tell he knew exactly what that lady was thinking.
I shrugged, trying with all my might not to blush for the billionth time today. “Yeah, well someone has to.”


He chuckled, causing me to laugh in return. It was times like these that I almost forgot I was an undercover spy working for my FBI cousins to solve a murder mystery about a psycho serial killer. If I could have anything in the world it would be to meet Bradlee all over again, but in a different situation. Maybe then I wouldn’t have to worry about killers haunting him down.
“What’s wrong?” Bradlee asked, sensing the change in atmosphere.
I rubbed my face in frustration. D--n it. I wish I didn’t have to tell him this. “Bradlee.” I swallowed. “I need to tell you something.”
His face soon mirrored mine; all traces of the lighthearted mood surrounding us seconds ago gone. “What is it?”
“You’re being targeted by the killer.” I s----d in a breath, watching his reaction carefully. When his face didn’t scream panic—or anything remotely fearful, I looked at him in confusion.
“You’re not freaked out by that?”
“I had time to let it sink in.” I didn’t have time to question him further, before he spoke again, “That Skylar guy told me after you passed out.”
“You took my phone?” Searching for my phone, my eyes bugged out when I remembered that I’d left my phone back in the bathroom floor. “Oh f--k!” I yelled, slapping my forehead. “I’m a freaking idiot!”
“What?” Bradlee asked, looking completely lost. Then again, I couldn’t blame him. “What’s wrong now?” He urged me to answer him.
“My phone.” I sighed. “I left it back in the bathroom.”
“I’ll go get it—” he started to say before I cut him off.
“Do you want to get slap again for going into the girl’s bathroom?” I raised my brow at him, seeing the clear fear in his eyes. He was probably imagining that lady again.
He gulped. “Ah . . . maybe you should go instead.”
“I have to wait for my cousins,” I told Bradlee, glancing around the parking lot. Their van should be pulling up any minute now. “I can’t leave you alone.”
“Lily, the killer isn’t going to attack me with all these witnesses around,” he said, motioning his hand around the crowded parking lot—filled with teenagers and their family member. “Plus, I can defend myself. I’m pretty good with hand-to-hand combat.”



“How do you know they don’t have a—” I paused, afraid to even say it, “—a, um, a gun.”
“Were the past victims shot dead?” he questioned.


I shook my head no immediately. But they were beaten to the point that they were hardly recognizable.

“Then you have nothing to worry about Lily.” He smiled, trying to reassure me. “Plus, I’m more worried about you. Are you sure you’re safe?”
“My cousins have my body wired like crazy. Any threat in a fifty mile radius from me and they’re noted.”
He nodded. “Do you want me to go with you then—” he started to ask, when a large minivan pulled up into the available parking spot behind him.
We both glanced at it, before my cousins hopped out of the van. Skylar gave me a wide grin, while Demitri looked at Bradlee with a glare of dislike.
I narrowed my eyes at him, warning him to be nice. He rolled his eyes in response before crossing his arms across his chest—his muscles bulging under the black long-sleeve he was wearing.
“You’re not going anywhere with my cousin, Bradlee,” Demitri snapped. His voice held a strong warning of authority.
I groaned. He was still treating Bradlee like a suspect. “Demitri, calm down. We already established the fact that Bradlee isn’t the killer.”
“Don’t worry Lily, we know.” He smiled at me. “But standard protocol first.”
“What standard protocol?”
“Since, Bradlee,” he spat his name, eying Bradlee intensely, “says he’s not the killer. We need him to answer everything we throw at him, truthfully.”
Bradlee shrugged, ignoring his heated stares. “Fine by me.”
“But—”
“—Go get your phone Lily,” Demitri barked at me, not removing his eyes from Bradlee. I rolled my eyes at how childish he was being. Could he not be any less obvious.
“Demitri,” I snapped, before Skylar lay a comforting hand on my shoulder. My eyes met his kind ones, quietly telling me drop it. I sighed, nodding my head at him. He smiled at my response, squeezing my shoulders softly. “I’ll be back soon, Bradlee.”
Bradlee gave me a small nod, smiling at me. “Can you also give Hunter my keys?” he asked, before throwing the object at me. Catching it, I glanced at it, before looking at him in confusion. “I have a feeling your cousins won’t be letting me go anytime soon, and knowing my siblings and Ailee’s friend, they’re going crazy looking for me right now.”
My body visibly relaxed when I heard Bradlee said, “Ailee’s friend”. So that’s what she is. Thank gosh.
I nodded, telling them I’ll be back soon before I ran off towards the mall. Seeing the bathroom in sight, I was about to ran towards it when Hunter, Ailee, and that girl came into view. The girl immediately glared at me while Hunter and Ailee gave me wide smile in greeting.
“Finally!” Hunter exclaimed, running over to me. “We’d been looking everywhere for you!”


“Yeah.” Ailee nodded. “Where did you run off to?”
“And where’s Bradlee?” annoying girl asked, cutting straight to the point. Ailee elbowed her friend, narrowing her eyes slightly at her. “Ow!” she cried, rubbing the side of her ribs. “What did you do that for Ailee? I was just asking her a simple question!”
“For being rude, duh.” She rolled her eyes at the smaller girl.
I couldn’t help but laugh at her, earning a nasty scowl from her. “He had to take off suddenly.”
Hunter gave me a confused look. “What do you mean he had to take off suddenly?”
“Yeah,” Ailee jumped in. “He has the keys! How the hell are we suppose to get home now?”
“With this.” I smiled, taking out Bradlee’s key from my purse. “Bradlee told me before he left to give this to you guys.”
Hunter took it without question, before he glanced up at me. “Did he say where he was going?”


I shook my head. “Nope, just that he’ll be back when he can,” I told him, lying through my teeth.
“Ugh.” Ailee groaned, loudly. “First he runs off to Pennsylvania, dragging me with him to find these so-called-people. Now—”
“—Wait, what people?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “He said they could help us with the Bryant case. But whoever he was looking for wasn’t there anymore.”
“You mean Alyce and Al—” Ailee’s friend started to say before Ailee nodded, interrupting her. Her face twisted up in a frown, hearing her old friends’ names. Seeing her hands forming into tight fists, I could tell she was trying her hardest not to cry.
I was about to reach out when Hunter suddenly pulled his sister into his arms, hiding her face in his chest as he whispered comforting words into her ear.
“I’m sorry Avery, but we need to go,” he apologized, before bending down, and picking his sister up. “Ailee isn’t exactly up for company right now.”
I lowered my head in understanding. “I get it. I’ll see you in school on Monday then.”
“Bye, Avery.” He smiled, before he carried her passed me, the copycat name stealer running after them.


Ignoring the jealousy burning in those icy eyes of hers, I ran towards the bathroom, looking for my phone. When I didn’t see the phone on the floor where I’d last left it, I began panicking. Where the f--k is it? Don’t tell me that lady stole it!
Glancing around the room, I started kicking open the stalls, hoping to God someone just kicked it when they were rushing to use the bathroom. When I got to the stall closest to the sink, I froze in mid-kick.
I let out a flood of relief when I saw my phone laying on top of the bathroom sink. Picking it up, I was about to head back to my cousins when I found a small red piece of paper falling in front of my eyes. It landed face up right near my face.
My pulse skyrocketed when I saw the sentence printed neatly on the sticky note.
You should never leave things lying around, Lily. You never know who’ll find it. Especially, a killer.
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