#if you want a series abt this lmk but be warned it won't be good

[kingskwing]

Hi there! May I request a fic with Rosa, where her and reader are attending a fancy party or ball? I really love her outfits in the SSR cards haha, and for this they're already dating! Perhaps on a mission, or dancing..? The details are up to you, these are just some ideas!

YES you may request a rosa fic she deserves so much spotlight,, I see marius and my heart stops then I see mc and I combust into nb flag colored confetti, good for gender reveal parties

I hate to do this but Y/C/N is your code name hh I'm sorry also please say you haven't watched white collar because this is literally the plot of Bottlenecked and last apology I did not proofread this so it's a little all over the place aha hope the actual ballroom part was satisfactory seeing as I got caught up in the case 😔 I tried so hard to make this consistent but I have also been awake for 22 hours </3

》 M.list

Warnings: drowning ment., kidnapping ment.

"Rosa, stop giggling! You're making me laugh too!"

"Sorry Raven, I can't help it! Trying to get into character for this is too difficult."

"Just channel King."

Rosa only laughed harder at that, fighting to keep her cool while getting into character. "Damn, shawty bae, want to get in my Lexus and take a trip to my factory full of underpaid workers?"

You heard all this through your earpiece, giggling too much to join in. Instead, you switched the channel, choosing to talk the other members while Raven and your girlfriend laughed helplessly.

"Hey guys, knock it off. Any more of that and I'd be too giggly to carry out the mission," you said, adjusting your sleeve.

"I don't talk like that." You could hear King's pout over the line, sending you into another small laughing fit.

"Everyone, please, this is Y/C/N's first mission, can we help them get into the right headspace?" Libra's voice pleaded.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," Raven replied, smile audible. "I'll let you guys finish getting ready. My cheeks hurt!"

You removed, turned off, and pocketed your earpiece on your way to Rosa's hotel room. You were excited to show her your attire for tonight and wanted it to be a private moment.

Popping your head in the door, you asked if she had hers out too. With her conformation, you entered her dressing room.

Your shared gasps upon seeing one another were met with matching smiles. As her fingers brushed over your outfit, you admired the way the bodice hugged her frame while retaining its modesty and how the airy, flowing fabrics of the skirt still managed to be heavy enough to create an alluring silhouette. A shared smile and a deep kiss was enough to communicate your thoughts, and you were off, an ominous black bag at your side.

》》▪︎》》

With the tickets Marius provided, entry wasn't an issue, even with the large duffel bag you had on your hip.

"Alright, let's find this guy. No apprentice of mine, especially not one named Victor Siege, gets to challenge me and get away with it. He even paid for a name change, how cringe is Siege?" you said.

All this began because you were briefly questioned in an NXX case, and you gave your number to MC. Some time passed, and you'd been dating her for a while when a number of forgeries were exposed and all signs pointed to you. While you were a sweet, loving girlfriend, you were willing to go to any lengths to help people. The Robin Hood of the art world, you stole and forged priceless pieces of art, always returning them to the families they rightly belonged to. Your real income, however, came from the pieces you'd take along with your mark. They just wanted something pretty to hang in their huge, unused houses, so what's the harm if they still have their eye candy?

Needless to say, MC was heartbroken until Marius stepped in. He saw real emotion in your work and couldn't let another talent like Jason Sanders slip through his fingers. He offered you a position within the NXX as a forger, with caveats. If you were caught stealing or forging without the explicit permission of the NXX, you would be charged appropriately and incarcerated. And, as an extra precaution, you were given an ankle monitor with a 2 mile radius around the residence Marius provided for you where he could keep tabs on you. Artem protested his decision, but Marius assumed full responsibility should you do anything untoward.

MC was still devastated you lied to her, but after a while, she resumed her relationship with you, having realized you never compromised your personality when you were with her, you were genuinely you.

However, this case was different. Your past had caught up with you and an apprentice of yours decided he had something to prove, so he challenged you. PAX was holding a gala with its own small auction and your apprentice wanted you and him to submit an impossible forgery: a pre-war wine bottle. Whoever's passed the most tests would win. He was playing for pride, while you were playing for information. You asked the NXX for help and they reluctantly agreed, with the promise that you would explain yourself afterwards.

You entered the gala with MC on your arm, scanning the crowd for Victor.

You picked an empty corner table to set your things down, including your forged bottle. "He's here somewhere. Since he made the wager so close to the auction date, I missed the submission deadline. I'll have to present the wine bottle in the middle of the auction," you mumbled to MC, who nodded in understanding.

She beamed as you dragged her to the large, bustling dance floor in the middle of the hall. "No harm in a little fun while casing the joint, huh sweetpea?" she teased.

"Sweetpea! You're so old-fashioned sometimes. And anyways, you know me. I've never worked a day in my life," you dipped her in time with the music and pressed a kiss to her lips.

She flushed at your boldness and hid her face in your neck, quickly changing the topic. "I never considered how much work goes into forgeries. I've looked into forged painting with Marius before, but I'd forgotten there are other things to be forged, such as gemstones and-"

"Wine bottles, of all things. Alcohol tastes like ass and there's no way anyone would drink a bottle as priceless as this. Everyone needs a hobby, I suppose," you mocked.

"Stop! You're too funny."

It was your turn to flush, thoroughly enjoying every compliment she offered. Unfortunately, duty calls, and you pulled her off the floor to discreetly converse with Marius over your comms.

"The Franklin should present in around an hour, you two lovebirds have 45 minutes to enjoy the festivities."

"Perfect. I'm sure we'll get up to some mischief."

"We will not!"

"Haha! Happy hunting. King out."

Eagerly, you and your darling lover made your way back to the dance floor.

"As I was saying, I failed to consider the aged wax, label, cork, et cetera. I may be less than pleased you had to break into someone's wine cellar for the wax, but I will admit I'm impressed. Too bad you can't falsify the cesium test."

The original bottle was sealed before the atomic bomb was detonated, and therefore there was no cesium present inside the bottle. Anything made after the war had cesium in it, no matter what. It was impossible to pass, but the authenticator was going to perform a few tests beforehand, which is where the competition fell.

"Cesium test or not, I really needed this."

"What, a good crime?" she deadpanned.

A sheepish smile was all you could offer in return as you spun her in circles, hand firmly planted beneath her shoulderblade and fingers laced with hers.

》》▪︎》》

Your teeth flashed in a dangerous grin. It was time. Almost whimsically, you retrieved your duffel. Tapping a finger to your earbud, you breathed deep.

"It's go time."

You burst through the doors. "Stop! Stop the auction!"

Marius hurried over, looking positively scandalized. "What's this about?"

"Your Franklin bottle is a fake. This," you pulled your forgery from your bag, "is the real Franklin."

Marius waved the appraiser over, face grim. "He's a really good actor," you thought as you handed the bottle to the wiry man. His initial evaluation made Marius heave a sigh.

"Ladies and gentlemen, do not panic. The bidding will resume, we will simply have to present the true Franklin later on in the evening once the tests have been run," Marius said over the din of the room.

The wait was nerve-wracking, for you at least. MC was still in the dark as to why Victor's info was so important, but she didn't press it. As per the agreement, she'd know later on that evening, and delayed gratification is better than none at all.

Three shared victories tied you and Victor, having passed the wax, cork, and glass refraction tests. Marius' authenticator made a small scene regarding the bill for two cesium tests, but a word from your young associate was all it took for the forgeries to be whisked away once more.

"Of course ours will be exposed as a forgery, but so will Victor's. That way we can case him on fraud and he'll be out of my hair, and I'll finally have a lead on Paco," you mumbled.

"Paco?" MC asked.

Your apologetic smile was a bit frustrating, but she let it slide for the time being.

》》▪︎》》

How could this have happened? Victor's bottle passed the cesium test, meaning he stole the real Franklin and set you up. All the controversy surrounding the bottle caused its price to skyrocket, giving him the funds he needed to pay off the Russian mob. Whatever the hell he was into, it wasn't your business, you just needed that info. Victor was not getting away with both his loan money and a boost in pride at having surpassed his mentor.

You bolted when he did, much to the dismay of MC and Marius.

"Give me a few, guys, I can corner him in an old construction site. We may not be able to bag him on forgery, but Captain Morgan can hold him on trespassing until I figure something out. I know you're wary, but please call him and give him access to my anklet's location."

The team exchanged glances and quickly regrouped. Luke and Artem set up Morgan's chase with ease, but it was all on you now.

》》▪︎》》

"Victor! Do you hear those sirens? It's over. Tell me where she is."

The scaffolding you stood upon rang with the blow of the wind, swaying with unease. The air smelled of salt and tasted of the sea.

"Oh, Y/N. Do you really think I'd give up that easily? I don't care about the end of the line, I care about the journey you take to join me. Who knows what he's got her doing. Petty theft at her age? Could become a deep-seated issue."

"I don't understand! I treated you like my own son, like the brother she never had. Why go through all this trouble?"

"Some things are more valuable than love, my dear mentor." He shifted his foot backwards, looking you dead in the eye.

"No!"

You scrambled to reach him, to catch him, to hold him, but all you saw when you reached the edge of the scaffold was the ripples of his landing. From this height, he was likely too injured to save himself. You tore at your clothes, removing excess fabric, poised yourself to dive—

The moment never came. Captain Morgan reached you just in time to wrangle you away from the edge despite your most desperate efforts.

The other members of the NXX arrived on the scene, surprised to see a bodybag. You were on the docks now, wailing into MC's arms as she did her best to console you.

Perhaps your interrogation would have to wait.