(A/N: So this is a thing I wrote for @robot-anon and @hamburger-anon, partially because they’re a vv cute couple, but also because they’re so kind and really they deserve all the good things. Uhh I wish this was of better quality, but it was the best I could churn out after not writing in so very long. That being said, I hope y’all enjoy this unedited trainwreck!)
Summary: Georgia is an agent working with the Government to stop ultra-bad-crime-stuffs, Mackenzie is the leader of a gang named The Crimson Syndicate. Georgia’s mission is to go undercover, and seduce the Syndicate’s leader in hopes of gaining new information. What could go wrong?
Mac’s favourite coffee shop was the Lava Java Joint. It sat on the edge of town, in the opposite direction of the city. Of course this meant going out of her way before heading to work everyday, but it was worth it. The building was made of bricks, moss grew in the mortar, and a layer of grime covered the windows, almost juxtaposing the inside. It was warm and clean inside, the scent of coffee sitting in the air. A bell above the door chimed as she entered.
She walked briskly to the counter with a smile on her lips. The barista, a new girl named Georgia, had recently became her favourite part of the cafe. The brunette girl had stuttered her way through their very first introduction, and taken to writing pick up lines on Mac’s take out cup, easily making the whole experience of the cafe that much more enjoyable.
Georgia lit up when she looked up from her phone so see Mac, and Mac felt fluttery.
“You’re early.” She giggled, putting down her cup. “I usually have time to finish my tea before you show up.”
“Maybe I just wanted to spend more time with my favourite barista.” Mac said smoothly, and Georgia’s cheeks flushed red. “I’ll have my usual, thank you.”
Mac’s favourite seat used to be beside the window. Mostly for strategic purposes. You don’t get to her position without making a few enemies. She’d need to be able to see if people were coming and if she’d need to make a quick escape out the back. But recently she’d moved closer to the counter. She’d argue that it was so someone walking by the window wouldn’t have a chance to recognise her through the glass (and if you were to reassure her no one could see anything through that muck, seriously someone should really wash those windows, she’d just scoff. Were you the leader of the city’s most formidable gang? No? She didn’t think so). And she most definitely didn’t move closer so she could have a better view of Georgia while the girl made her drink. Mac just, uhhh chose this table because the lava lamp at the center was prettier than the one at her other table. Yeah. Yeah.
“Mac? Mac? You’re drink is ready.“
“Oh! Right, yeah, whoops. Sorry.”
“Something on your mind?” Georgia smiled kindly. Mac’s heart pounded against her ribcage. “If you ever want to talk, remember I’m here.”
“Thanks,” Mac said, walking over to the counter, she pressed the money for the coffee, plus a generous tip into Georgia’s hand. “We should hang out sometime, you seem really cool.”
“Oh, I’m no-” Georgia tried to counter but Mac was already walking away. The bell chimed as Mac pulled the door open. Once she climbed into her car she pressed her hand to her racing heart.
She shouldn’t be feeling this was about a person she’d known for less than a month. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. There was no point dwelling on it now, she’d get over her little schoolgirl crush soon enough. Mac shoved her key into the car’s ignition and started the car. And anyway she had work to do.
Georgia had been undercover for three months now. Things were going splendidly. She’d been steadily growing closer to her target over the months. They texted each other everyday, and she saw Mac every other day as she worked her shifts as Lava Java.
It had been a surprise to Georgia to find a slip of paper with Mac’s number on it amidst her tip just a week into her mission. Mac definitely wasn’t like any gang leader Georgia had ever encountered. She was kind and funny and trusting. Georgia tried not ponder what a person like her would have had to do to rise to such a position of power in a gang as formidable as The Crimson Syndicate.
Her phone buzzed. It was Mac.
i’m almost there, she responded, don’t worry
Mac had invited her to a club in the city with the supposed intention of helping Georgia’s "pitiful” love life. No amount of protest on Georgia’s part could convince her that it would be a better use of their time to stay in an marathon some movies. She climbed out of her car, locked it, and shoved her phone and keys into her pockets.
Georgia was dressed in a pair of jeans and a sparkley top whose neckline dropped rather low, her hair was done nice, and she’d even managed some makeup. Georgia smoothed out her shirt and took a deep breath. She could easily just not drink anything. And she’d be out of the club soon enough.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Mac. She looked gorgeous, makeup and hair done nicely, accompanied by a red form-fitting dress. And when Mac smiled Georgia felt the tension she’d been holding in her body release. She felt calm and happy.
The pair embraced briefly. “You look so good!”
“Not as good as you!”
“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, there was just more traffic than I anticipated.” Georgia grimaced. She was usually a lot more punctual. She gestured to the door of the club. “Shall we?”
And then Mac put her hand on Georgia’s lower back and smiled, “We shall.”
Instead of leading Georgia to the end of the line, as she’d expected, Mac walked over to the gate-keeper guy. She didn’t even have to say anything, the velvet rope was pulled back and the pair were in the club.
Georgia’s insides churned, anxiety making an appearance. She’d never been one for clubs. Feeling a bit lightheaded, she leaned into Mac. She felt warm.
“Let’s get a drink, yeah? And then we can scope the crowd for someone you might like.” Mac yelled over the music.
“Okay!” Georgia gripped the hem of her shirt, reminding herself that it was best for her mission if she just went along with it. She couldn’t risk alienating herself from Mac. That would mean all the time she spent building trust between them would be for nought.
Mac paid for their drinks, and the pair sat at the bar drinking and bantering.
“Okay, okay,” Mac laughed, fidgeting in her chair, “What about that guy?”
“Ew no!” Georgia squealed. She stuck out her tongue, “He’s to old!”
“Well if you aren’t gonna talk him, I will.” Mac decided, she passed her drink over, “Here, you can have this.”
Georgia watched as Mac waltzed over to the man, a frown wiping out the feeling of joy that had been flowing through her just moments before. She didn’t know why but she didn’t like the thought of Mac with that guy. Even just for a conversation. The flashing lights and pounding bass didn’t help her head. Her head was spinning as she clambered from her seat.
Someone was yelling and, and why was she wet? Georgia blinked slowly looking down at her clothes. Wha-what? She just wanted Mac. Where was Mac? If she found Mac then they could go home. She thought she caught a flash of Mac’s hair but she was being pulled in the other direction. Who was touching her? What the hell?
“Let me help you outta those clothes, miss.” A slurred voice pushed warm breath against her ear. “I promise to repay ya for ruining those nice clothes of yours.”
Georgia struggled against his grip. She should be able to free herself! Even if she was drunk, she knew how to go about this. But her head was foggy and she couldn’t keep her thoughts straight long enough to-
“Let her go.” Mac’s voice was firm and fierce. Georgia’s body filled with warmth different from the drunken warmth the alcohol had provided her with. She felt the stranger tense.
“Boss! Boss, I didn’t realise yous were together! It was an honest mistake.”
Mac’s arm was warm around Georgia’s shoulders. “Get out of here.”
And the man scurried away, face pale. But Georgia was busy staring at Mac. She was ethereal. Lights danced over her skin and she stared down at Georgia with such soft kindness, despite the fear she’d commanded into that man just moments prior.
Their faces were so close together, Georgia could feel Mac’s breath fan out over her face. She thought maybe Mac would kiss her. And something inside her told her that really wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
Instead Mac’s lips were moving, she was saying something about going home. Georgia nodded and something that tasted an awful lot like disappointment gathered in the back of her throat. She was  tired.
Georgia leaned into the warmth of Mac, and she was lead from the club to a car that wasn’t hers. Someone else sat in the drivers seat. Mac helped Georgia into the backseat. Georgia wanted to ask about her own car but suddenly she was cuddled into Mac, and she was warm and she smelt nice (despite spending the night in a club) and so Georgia cuddled closer and gave into the pull of sleep.
Mac tensed as Georgia asked the question she’d been dreading.
"Why don’t you ever talk about your work?”
The pair had been spending more and more time together since that night at the club a few weeks ago. Mac was beginning to think that her crush would never leave. And of course spending all this time with the very girl she was interested in wasn’t helping her case at all. But at the end of the day she couldn’t bring herself to stop seeking out Georgia.
She was just beautiful and funny and hardworking and so innocent. It was a good change of pace from her work. To come back from a day dealing with people who’d been hardened by life.
Today Georgia had came over to watch Newsies with Mac. Considering her line of work Mac hardly had time to bother with things like musicals but Georgia swooped in with her love for the things and dragged her down the rabbit hole. They’d both already seen the movie together a few times over.
Mac looked up at Georgia, she had been laying with her head in the girl’s thighs. Of course this wasn’t the best angle to look at someone from, but her friend was just so beautiful it honestly didn’t matter.
“What? I talk about work all the time.” Mac answered calmly. turning back to the musical.
“Yeah, but it’s never anything specific. I don’t even know what you do!” Georgia pouted and if Mac wasn’t trying to think of a believable lie she would’ve noted how cute she looked.
Before she could counter Georgia, Mac’s phone dinged. She sighed and sat up to check it. “I’ve got to go. There’s some shit going down at work-”
“You’re welcome to stay until the movie’s over. Just make sure you lock the door behind you on your way out.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Georgia.”
As Mac shut the door behind her guilt seeped into her veins and clawed its way up her throat. She didn’t want to leave Georgia but the shitheads she worked with couldn’t do a simple trade off. Honestly, she’d told them exactly what to do, how the fuck did they manage to screw it up? Mac thought about the upset look on Georgia’s face and clenched her fists. There would be hell to pay if they’d interrupted her time with Georgia over something that could be remedied without her cutting in.
Georgia waited until the sound of Mac’s car speeding off faded and peeled herself off the couch. She was disappointed that Mac had just left like that. She was enjoying cuddling with her. She worried that asking about her job had pushed to far. She already knew that Mac was the leader of The Crimson Syndicate, but she figured that if she didn’t she would already be suspicious of Mac’s work and therefore the normal progression from that would be to ask.
Georgia reached over to the back of the couch, where she’d deposited her bag upon arriving, retrieved her phone from within and opened to a gps tracking app. She’d put a gps in Mac’s phone in hopes of being able to find where some of the gangs bases were located. The app was set up so it would take screenshots whenever Mac lingered in one area for a set amount of time. She watched as the red dot that represented her target- her friend -travelled into the city. She placed her phone on the coffee table and then got up from the couch. She stretched until her back clicked and then walked around the black leather couch and through the kitchen.
This was the first time she’d been left alone in Mac’s apartment. And though she doubted there would be any incriminating evidence kept here, she still wanted to look around quickly.
There was one particular room she wanted to look in, it was the only room that had the door shut when Mac showed her around. She didn’t even mention it, something which stood out as a red flag for her.
She’d have to be quick, she didn’t know when Mac would return and to be caught snooping could ruin any chance of her ever returning to this building and it may even make Mac hate her. At that risk alone Georgia almost turned back. Alas she had a job to do.
And so Georgia turned left, down the hallway that extended off the kitchen until she stood in front of the mystery room. The door opened silently. Georgia held her breath.
The afternoon sun poured in through the window illuminating the room well. It seemed to be a spare bedroom. The bed, pushed against the far wall, was made cleanly, at the foot of the bed, a dresser had been wedged, leaving no room to open the drawers or what looked to be the closet door behind it. Georgia stared at it for a second before deciding that it was unlikely she’d have time to pull it out, search their contents and then put the dresser back. Next time, hopefully. Half a metre from the bed was a desk with papers strewn on top of it and what looked to be a diary. Perfect.
Georgia quickly glanced over each of the pages, trying to find anything that would pertain to just about anything The Syndicate was up to or doing. Most of the pages were messily written, with sentences and words scribbled out. A few looked to have been crumbled and then smoothed out.
She sighed. It didn’t seem like there was anything here. She looked to the diary, turning through the pages quickly, scanning for keywords. Upon finding nothing, she carefully placed it back in it spot.
The waste bin under the desk held more crumbled pieces of paper. Most of the words on them had been scribbled out but one of them… It had been written in very steady font and… and it appeared to be a letter addressed to her?
“Georgia,” she read aloud. “You are worth the world, sun, moon and stars to me. I know we’ve only known each other for a short time but I like you. I’ve like you since we meet…”
Georgia stared helplessly at the crumpled paper. That can’t be right. Mac can’t like her! They’re just friends. And they’re both girls! And Georgia is pretty sure she’s straight so she… they would never work out anyway.
Georgia smoothed out the paper and carefully folded it up. She wanted to read the rest later. Preferrably when she isn’t doing something completely time sensitive.
She pulled the desk drawer open and looked through it until she came across a small notepad at the very bottom. It was clearly written in code. She pocketed the letter and the notebook and closed the drawer.
She left the room, trying to ignore her racing heart. The door slide shut quietly behind her and she walked briskly back to the living room. She grabbed her bag and then her phone off the table. Newsies had ended and the credits were rolling. She switched off the TV.
Georgia grabbed the spare housekey from the bowl on the table beside the door. Her hands were shaking. She felt the sting of tears collecting in her eyes. Mac liking her was never apart of the plan. It’s so ludicrous to think that she did! Georgia couldn’t face her again. Because if Georgia was with Mac all she would do is think about how Mac likes her and how Mac was going to give her a heartfelt letter about how much she liked her and obviously she wanted it to be perfect because there were so many drafts on that desk and what if all Georgia can think about next time they’re together is how pretty Mac is or how kissable her lips are or or or- a click cuts off Georgia’s panicked thoughts. She’d managed to lock the door. She slides the key under the door and then gives into her urge to run.
She could call her boss, tell them she fucked up. This wasn’t supposed to happen and feelings jeopardising the mission was not okay. Even though she definitely didn’t return those feelings. She’d gotten a few locations and a coded notebook from the months spent here, that had to be enough. And they could send out a different agent and have him actually join the Syndicate. That’s so much smarter than just befriending the goddamned leader. Honestly, she was going to chew out the motherfuck-
She shrieked as Georgia collided with someone. She’d managed to get out into the street and, now she was laying on top of a winded Mac.
“Are you okay?” She whispered, trying not to think about their position, and how even though Mac was completely breathless she was still beautiful. And her lip was bleeding. “I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where-”
“Why are you crying, angel?” Mac asked, raising her hand to wipe away Georgia’s tears.
And Georgia’s heart stuttered. “The-the musical. I cr-cry everytime. You know that.”
“Okay, but why were you running?”
“I-I…” Georgia tightly shut her eyes. “I’m late. I need to get-”
And suddenly Mac’s lips were pressed against hers. And Georgia became entirely too aware of how their bodies were pressed up against each other. And Mac was so warm. The taste of blood invaded Georgia mouth, but she was caught up in how close she was to Mac and how they were kissing. And the strange feeling of warmth and joy that bloomed in her chest was just so nice. And everything about this was nice.
But it shouldn’t have been.
Georgia didn’t like girls.
She shouldn’t have missed Mac’s lips when they pulled away.
She shouldn’t have wanted to kiss her again.
“I’m sorry,” Mac apologised, voice breathy. “You’re just so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself.”
“I shouldn’t keep you any longer.”
And then Georgia stood up and walked to her car and drove home. And her heart was racing. And her thoughts were racing. And she didn’t know what to do.
Her fingers ghosted over her lips.
What was she going to do?
Over the course of the next few days, Georgia’s team back at HQ confirmed the locations she’d collected as probable hideouts for the gang, and they’d worked steadily at decoding the notebook, learning a fair about about past trades between the Syndicate and other gangs and criminals in the area.
Georgia hadn’t seen or heard from Mac since they kissed. She didn’t know if Mac was avoiding her or just busy but she was worried. She took longer shifts at the cafe in hopes of seeing Mac and lingered around her apartment building more often than not. She sent texts as well, but none of them had been returned.
She wondered if Mac had noticed that her notebook was missing, and if maybe her cover was blown. Georgia hoped not. And not for the sake of the mission, more because she missed Mac. And yeah it’d been only four days, but she really really missed her. (And maybe Georgia really wanted to kiss Mac again but that wasn’t important). Georgia understood that maybe Mac needed her space, but they needed to talk.
She figured it was probably about time to call Mac. Maybe she’d pick up? If not she could leave a message. Georgia just had to wait to get home after this shift.
Lava Java was really quiet. There was next to no business between eleven am and two pm and right now there was no one. Georgia pulled out the letter she’d nabbed from Mac’s place, and reread it. The loving words caused affection for her friend to bloom in her chest.
She really hoped Mac was okay.
Nearing the end of her shift, a sense of uneasiness settled in Georgia’s stomach. And it had nothing to do with how nervous she got before making phone calls. It felt like something was terribly wrong.
She served the last customer with a tight smile, foot tapping quickly against the wood floor. Georgia quickly cleaned the counter, and tables, swept the floor and switched off the machines, doing a half-assed job. She wanted to get home quickly so she could call Mac and make sure she was alright.
She locked the door behind her and nearly ran to her car. She may have been driving slightly over the speed limit but it didn’t faze her, she drummed her fingers against the steering wheel. After what felt like forever she pulled up beside the house she was staying in and found another agent standing on her doorstep.
She hesitantly climbed out of the car and made her way over to him.
"Agent Robo?” The man asked calmly.
“I’m here to inform you that you can officially stop being undercover now. We’d like to thank you for all the time you contributed to this case. If I could please have the car and house keys back.” He held his hand out expectantly.
“Did you not receive a phone call?”
“No? Why am I being taken off the case? I can still do more work! I can- I can get more information for you. It doesn’t make sense to take me off now.” A note of hysteria crept into Georgia’s voice, despite her efforts.
The agent sighed, exasperated, and dropped his hand. “Can’t even trust HQ to keep its field agents in the loop with what’s going on.” He muttered. “Look, Robo,  you’re being taken off the case because it’s over. Today, we infiltrated four bases belonging to The Crimson Syndicate and have taken into custody those which we know to be powerful players within the Syndicate, including your target. The cleaners have already been through the house and cleared everything out. I’m here to take you back to HQ. You have a lot of paperwork due.”
“No one likes paperwork, Agent, but it needs to be done.”
And so the agent escourted her to a sleek black car and opened the passenger door for her. Georgia climbed in, feeling a great sense of guilt boiling in the pit of her stomach. This was always going to happen. But Mac…
She forgot that Mac would be locked away.
Did Mac hate her? Georgia wondered. She wouldn’t blame her. It was likely Mac would be locked away for a long time. Her life would be ruined. It would be Georgia’s fault.
The thought made her want to cry.
“Do you think I could see who you have in custody?” She suddenly blurted out. Shifting nervously Georgia tried to explain. “See my target talked about who she worked with, I just want to make sure they got everyone!”
“That can be arranged.” The agent said, turning down an off-ramp.
Mac sat on the thin matress that served as a bed in her holding cell. She could see a guard standing just outside her cell. She took deep breaths, trying to keep herself calm.
She’d been informed that Georgia was a undercover agent. And Georgia had turned her in. Mac’s chest ached with sorrow. She couldn’t cry now. She wouldn’t give anyone that satisfaction.
She’d just thought the Georgia had been genuine with her, but now she wasn’t so sure. She couldn’t trust that anything that Georgia had told her was true. Mac was just a case to her, obviously. And so all their late night conversations, their movie marathons, their friendly teasing, and that kiss… they meant nothing. It was all nothing.
And Mac wished that was true. She wished she wasn’t aching at the thought. She wished she didn’t still cherish every conversation they’d had. She wished she didn’t enjoy kissing Georgia. She wished she didn’t miss it. Or the days they spent curled up together, watching movies and snacking on popcorn.  And she wished she wasn’t still waiting for Georgia to somehow tell her that she hadn’t done any of it. That she was genuinely there to be her friend and maybe, eventually, they would get together.
Obviously none of it mattered to Georgia though.
A few traitorous tears made there way down Mac’s cheeks.
A few of her goons had given her shit for being so soft and trusting. And Mac didn’t want to admit that they were right. She didn’t want it to be weak for her to like a girl. Was it so wrong for her to be interested in someone? Well they were all about to be carted off to prison, so that’s that question answered.
And so the hours ticked on. And Mac spent the time trying to convert the sadness of her betrayal into anger. It didn’t happen though. She tried to stop her feelings for Georgia but then she saw the girl’s eyes shining bright with excitement, holding the joy she so obviously felt as she talked about her favourite characters, and the her laugh, and then she was thinking about the kiss they shared and the times they ended up cuddled into each other and goddamn she just loved Georgia so so much, she couldn’t stop if she tried.
Eventually the lights dimmed and she figured that sleep would help. If she could escape her sorrow for a few hours before the hell of her reality descended that’d be great.
"Mac!” A voice greeted her as she was shaken from her sleep. “Mac, wake up.”
And there was Georgia, looking angelic as ever. It took Mac a few seconds to recognise that she hadn’t fallen asleep watching movies with her crush. No, she was in a holding cell.
“What are you doing here?” She asked, pulling away.
Georgia looked momentarily hurt, but explained in a quiet voice. “I’m getting you out of here! You have to be quiet, the guard is sleeping right there.”
“I don’t want your help.” Mac said, standing up from the bed. “You’ve done enough.”
“Look, I’m sorry you ended up in here, and I want to make it right. And this might be your only chance to get out, especially with where they’re sending-”
“And who’s fault is that?”
Georgia huffed. “I didn’t force you to break the law! You did that on your own.”
Mac took a step toward Georgia, who in turn took a step back. The hurt Mac felt was written across her face, but she still managed to look menacing, standing tall with fire in her eyes.
“Everything was fine until you showed up!” Mac snapped, walking forward “You with your cheesy pick up lines, and your smile, and you’re fucking enchanting ways! If you’d never arrived I’d be fine! Everything would be fine!”
And Mac hadn’t meant a word of it. She was just upset and lashing out. It hurt more to see Georgia cry than anything else. The girl’s hand was clamped over her mouth to muffle the sobs. The words had hurt her.
“You know I didn’t get to choose my assignment. They just gave it to me! I was just doing my job! And- and just because you caught feelings for me doesn’t mean that I’m at fault! You’re the bad one. You’re the criminal! Gah, I can’t believe I actually let myself like you.”
“You like me?” Mac eyes were wide, she couldn’t comprehend it. Maybe she was dreaming? That would make the most sense.
Georgia grumbled, “Doesn’t matter. You’ve made it clear you’d rather rot away in prison than accept my help anyway.”
And then Mac’s lips were on hers again. And this time she could taste the salt of her own tears and some snot. It was actually very gross. But Mac was still warm and soft and a good kisser.
“Well how do you expect to help me escape? There’s got to be guards all over this place.”
Georgia smiled. She had a plan, and maybe it wasn’t very well thought out, but they’d get out. And then they had a date to go on.
A new location, two new identities, a new dog. That's all it took. And they were happy. So, so, so, so happy.
Mac laid in bed beside her girlfriend, and marvelled at the way the morning sun lit up her sleeping face. There was an overwhelming sense of joy that collected in her chest. She was so in love. And she couldn't keep the smile off her face.
Their pet dog, a beautiful fluffball and the bestest boy, was cuddled between them. He'd be awake soon and begging for breakfast. But for now he slept. Him and her baby. Her angels, so calm and at peace and safe.
This was a moment she'd be content to live in forever.
Georgia's eyes fluttered open. She looked up to make, eyes filled with love and admiration. She smiled happily and stretched. Today was going to be a good day, she could feel it in her bones. She leant up and pressed her lips to Mac.
"I love you so, so much."
