perhaps because i have a bit of 007 first light brainworms digging through my thick massive lump of gray matter rn but i can't get the idea of spies!samisa out my head
like it's misa's first proper mission post training. he did pretty fucking well if he said so himself but, still, he's nervous. nerves are normal. this is something he cares about, even if hes good at it, and real life has a knack for throwing off even the best laid plans. but it's fine! he's fine! he just has to trust his instincts, trust the people around him working their hardest to ensure that he can pull this off.
it's an undercover job, one that'll take a lot of time and even more patience to boot. misa can play the long game better than anyone else. the company hes infiltrating seems perfectly mundane on the outside, nobody would really think twice of the shady shit theyre being suspected of. in some funny way, hes kinda perfect for the job--nobody ever thinks twice of him and his sweet smile, of the way he can slip in between the cracks far before anyone can ever fully have a grasp of him. that's sort of his life story after all.
he isnt the most charming, the most suave, but he can be convincing to an almost unerring degree. it might take time, sure, but people warm up to him eventually. and do they ever warm up, especially this one guy. he insists on being called dick--dickie, if he takes a liking to you. (he takes a liking to nearly everyone). to be fair, he doesn't really look like a sammy in any way.
dick's...nice. like...too nice. and misa doesnt know if thats just him being an asshole or if something is genuinely pinging off at the corner of his head. his background check came back clean as a whistle and nobody ever seems to really have a bad thing to say about him, despite being there relatively short. he was the new guy before misa. why would they trust someone who just got there as well? logically, nothing is wrong. but, fuck, there was just...something about him, something that made misa feel like he was standing on a boat that wouldn't stop rocking with the waves of the water.
michael isnt blind, nor is he dumb. dick's cute or whatever. he isnt totally immune to his effects, how it feels like the whole goddamn sun is shinning down on you when you have his attention. and isnt that goddamn unnerving?
at first, he thinks it must just be a coincidence that he's always in the exact same place that misa needs to be. it's a disturbingly tight knit workplace here, like it's company mandated that they have to be in each other's fucking pockets.
hes following a lead, one of the execs or whatever, snooping around his office late one night, when who else but sam fucking dickinson enters the room as well. nobody else was supposed be on this side of the building at this time, that's why misa chose to do it now in the first place.
it's the look of surprise on dick's face that makes it click for him. none of it was ever a coincidence, was it? the only thing he didn't know was whether he was here for michael, or if maybe they shared a common goal this entire time.
"you're not supposed to be in here" dick says like he's not the fucking pot in this situation either.
but misa has always been quick on his feet, "oh, yeah, dave just wanted me to grab something real quick for him while i was on my way out."
"i didn't know you guys were close like that."
"I mean, i wouldn't go that far, dude. he's just a boss asking for a favour."
he keeps looking at misa, teetering between disbelief, curiosity, and mild annoyance. he must make some kind of decision because he closes the door and immediately starts to dig through the shelves.
"okay, cut the shit. i take it you took care of the cameras?"
"I don't know what you mean." plausible deniability seems to be misa's best friend right now.
"listen, if we waste any more time swapping bullshit, a guard is bound is find us and we'll have a whole new different host of issues to deal with. did you find the file or whatever?"
"who are you working for?" misa asks as shakes his head and gets back to what he came here for to begin with.
"thats on a need to know basis, mikey." he can't help the eye roll that escapes him. it was worth trying. "check if there's a button or mechanism somewhere. it seems like the kinda thing dave would do."
lo and behold, when michael twists the little globe sitting on the corner of the table, something opens right beside the wall where dick seems to be poking and prodding around.
"attaboy!" dick says. a second eye roll leaves him. maybe he tries to fight off the little smile against the corner of his lips. who knows?
they don't have the time to sit and read it so dick just grabs it and looks at misa, a glimmer in his eyes.
"you're lucky my mom taught me manners. you wanna head out and check what this has to say?" misa's hesitant but this is the first big breakthrough he's had. it would be stupid not to see what the fuck is going on. "come on, magic mike. i dont bite."
michael sighs. he doesnt really have any other choice does he? but he'll be damned if he's not the one spearheading his. he snatched the file from dick's hands. "fine. but you better give me some answers here."
"cross my heart and hope to die."
as if his word really meant anything as a goddamn spy. he suppresses another eye roll. three is enough for one night.
a change of plans certainly won't kill misa. but working with dick? well, that was something else entirely.
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