Whittaker!Master X Reader
Summary: The reader is a secret agent, sent to recover a computer the Master has stolen and is subsequently selling. But she doesn't plan on the Master being hot. She also doesn't plan on things going quite as wrong as they do.
A/N: This is loosely based off of an episode of NCIS New Orleans. Also sorry for such a long few days with no fic - my phone broke which had this fic on it, but now I've got it back and am able to post it!
It's the middle of New Orleans carnival, and the bar is hot and heaving. Music plays, and people wearing masks and feathers fill it, drinking and nodding along to the band in the corner.
You're positioned strategically at the bar. You can see the reflection of what's behind you in the wine bottles lining the shelves, and you're drinking from a mysterious brown bottle, so no one can see how much you've drank. You're feeling strangely relaxed for such a high profile mission - it's not often you go undercover. Your hair's loose and curled, your red dress flattering your every curve and your make-up perfect to the millimetre. You definitely look the part.
"Head's up L/N, target approaching." Your boss's voice comes through your earpiece, and glancing up at the wine bottles, you see your mark.
She's even more striking in real life. She had certainly looked beautiful on the computer screen during your briefing, but in person she was ethereal. White suit, blonde curls, and self-assured smirk on her face. She looked utterly out of place during carnival week, but she owned it.
"Lisa Shaw?" She asks cooly as she appears next to you.
Lisa Shaw was in fact dead. Murdered two days ago - she was who the Master was supposed to be meeting, but the Master had no idea what Lisa Shaw actually looked like, so you had seized the opportunity and taken her place. You and your team were hoping tonight you would capture the universe's most illusive criminal.
"Master," You greet her, glancing up and down, eyes raking over her form. "Sit down, have a drink."
"Not so fast," She replies, and before you know it there's a click of a safety catch and a gun's pressed to your side, covered from the view of others by her blazer.
"The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before," She says in Gallifreyan. It's a password you realise, so she knows you are who you say you are. And you don't know it. "The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air."
"And the clouds perish'd." You take a stab in the dark and reply with the only Gallifreyan phrase you knew. "Darkness had no need of aid from them— she was the Universe."
"That's beautiful," She switches back to English. "I've never heard that version of it before. What does it mean?"
"It means you're not the only one who came armed," You reply coldly, and all of sudden the gun that was strapped to your thigh is in your hand, mussel pressed up against her stomach, mirroring her position.
"Well, well, well," She grins, and there's a sparkle in her eye. "Didn't expect a pretty thing like you to be so... feisty."
"Oh, I'm full of surprises."
"In that case, how about we take this upstairs?"
You hear your boss in your ear, telling you to agree. You nod your head, and both guns are withdrawn. The Master eyes drift downwards, shamelessly watching you reholster your weapon to your thigh. Usually you would roll your eyes, call the person out on it... but you liked this. Liked her, you realise. Not good.
You follow her to the elevator which leads to the pent house, and you marvel at the size of it. She wanders over to the kitchen island, placing her gun down on the pristine marble surface.
"No weapons." She instructs, and you sigh, removing your own gun and placing it next to hers. "The knife too," She adds, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes, removing the blade from your other leg.
"Some wine?" She asks, reaching for the cabinet.
"Skip the verbal foreplay, Master. Where's the playbook?" You demand.
"Ooh, straight to the fun bit?" She teases, before she reaches under the countertop and pulls out a black briefcase. With two clicks, it's open and your staring at the laptop inside.
The playbook. A computer containing the hardrive with all of the USA's counter-terrorism plans, which the Master had stolen and was now selling. Little did she know, you were here to recover it.
Gingerly, you reach out, opening it. She lets you, but watches warily. The screen comes to life, but it's voice password encrypted.
"It only responds to my voice." She tell you.
"I thought we already agreed on a price?"
Shit. You'd slipped up. How where you to know that she and Lisa had already chosen one? You open your mouth to try play it off, but the Master laughs a cold, mean laugh.
"It's fine. I know you don't know the price."
You stare at her confused.
"Just like I know Lisa Shaw is dead,"
Your blood runs cold - you know the game's up. Might as well try gain some useful information before your enevitable execution.
"How do you know? You didn't even know her."
"Darling," She says, drawing the word out, her face inches from yours. "I was the one who killed her."
As her words wash over you, your reflexes kick in and your hand flies up, about to try take a well aimed punch, but she's ready for it. Deflecting it, seconds later she's got you pressed up against the counter, her hands pinning down yours and her body stopping you from moving.
She fiddles with the ends of your hair, a smug smile on her face.
"What are you going to do then?" You snarl. "Kill me?"
"Oh no, darling," She chuckles, nose brushing against yours. You have to stop yourself from instinctively leaning in and capturing her lips. "I think I'll take you with me."
She does kiss you then, although its quick and lasts barely a millisecond. All the same, you know exactly what the message is behind it. You're mine now.
Suddenly the lights go out, and everything goes black. For a fleeting second, all you can feel is the Master, her body against yours, her breath fanning against your face. Then there's a crash, and the door slams open, you boss bursting in, gun in hand.
There's a flash, and the defeaning noise of bullets being fired. You feel the Master grabbing you, tugging you across the room. You cry out as you feel a bullet, clearly not intended for you, lodge itself in your arm, but the Master ignores it and instead drags you to the fridge. Pulling open the massive door, you're pulled inside and it slams behind you. And then there is silence.
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