MI6 - Steve McGarrett x Reader
Requested by @sleeplessnightsgirl a long time ago! Sorry for the wait - but hope you enjoy:)
Y/N has been working for Britsh Secret Service, MI6, for a little while. Them and Steve have been together for a few months and Y/N still hasn’t worked up the courage to tell him yet. But when they’re chasing the same guy, what happens?
Warnings: Mentions of murder, lying
this fic is gender neutral:)
It’s fine. I’ll tell him I’m going to see my parents. That’ll work, right?
Your phone went off at 3am, and you groggily picked it up - the blue screen far too bright for this time of morning. Your eyes took a moment to adjust before reading the short message displayed across the screen.
Track mission. Michael Caster: 5’11, 190lbs. Rockford, Illinois.
“Hey, who’s that?” Steve said, rolling over and squinting his eyes. You quickly put your phone back on the bedside table and turned to face Steve.
“Oh it’s just my dad. I think he just forgets the time difference sometimes, he’s texting me about a movie he saw earlier. It’s fine - go back to sleep.” You said calmly, putting your hands around his neck and smiling at him.
“Okay.” He said sleepily, his eyes already closing as he settled down again. You watched him fall back asleep before you turned around and grabbed your phone.
Registered. Mission report for ma’am by next week. Estimated finish in two weeks without complication. B5.
You replied quickly, gently resting your phone back where it was and throwing your head back onto your pillow. Now really wasn’t the time for a trip onto the mainland and putting your life at risk. You and Steve hadn’t been together long - 8 months or so. You hadn’t told him anything about MI6 or what you did before you met him, and as far as he was concerned; you’d just worked for your parents until you moved to Hawaii 2 years ago; not that you worked as an agent for the most-well known British secret service to exist.
You turned your head and looked at him next to you. You really didn’t want to leave. Steve was doing a really tough case at the moment, chasing down some guy that was going after kids; and it really seemed to get to him. You wanted to be there for him, but your job said otherwise.
You huffed and turned over, putting your face into the pillow. You’d come up with an excuse tomorrow.
“Hey Steve? I’m thinking I might go see my parents. They’ve been texting me non-stop for the past couple weeks and I think something might be up.” You said nonchalantly, your heart breaking when you saw his face fall. You knew he wouldn’t say no. He could never when it came to your family, he knew moving from England to Hawaii was a big deal for you and that you missed your family like crazy.
“Uh no...of course Y/N, you should go. How long you thinking of going for?” He asked, sadness evident in his tone.
“Not long. Two weeks? Maybe a few days longer if I need to. There’s a flight available tomorrow, early morning.” You replied, grabbing your case from the top of your wardrobe and beginning to put a few items inside.
“Sounds good. I hope you have fun with your family. You know, I’d love to come with you but with the case going on and everything...I don’t think I have time to take a break.” He said sadly, coming over to give you a hug. His arms wrapped around your waist and his chin rested on your head.
“No, it’s fine. I completely understand. Maybe you can come with me next time. My parents are desperate to meet you. Next time, baby.” You mumbled against his chest, breathing in deeply. You felt so bad lying to him, but you didn’t know how to tell him. You were sure the service wouldn’t mind: he was head of five-0 and ex-Seal so they’d trust him to know. All spouses had a right to know.
You just didn’t know how to tell him.
Your flight to Illinois seemed to last a long time. You’d checked your briefing over ten times yet you still had a couple hours to kill. Your leg bounced up and down as you gazed outside the window.
“Nervous flyer?” The person in the seat next to you asked.
“Nope. Just got somewhere to be.” You replied.
Everything seemed to be going pretty smoothly. You learned the guy you were chasing was wanted for murder for several different people, and the police couldn’t catch him. He seemed to slip through their fingers every time they got close.
He was British. Started killing in England; hence why MI6 had been tasked to find him and not the FBI. He’d moved onto America and carried on with his killings. Who he was killing, you didn’t know. MI6 didn’t release you that information, just tasked you to find him. You were good at your job, and found him just before your two weeks were up. You’d tracked him to Jericho, California and you were ready to take him in that night.
However, Michael Caster had other plans.
You’d been talking with your correspondent at MI6 when you learned Caster booked an emergency flight to Hawaii under a false name.
If you were being pretty honest, it worked in your favour. It meant you could get home quicker and you wouldn’t have to worry about lying to Steve for at least another couple months.
You hitched a private flight to Honolulu airport as quick as you could, tracking Caster through the airport the whole time. Your flights touched down at similar times which seriously worked to your advantage. You raced through the airport, and Caster was obviously aware he was being followed. You got through baggage claim and made it into the huge crowd that gathered in the terminals. You pushed your way through but your gaze got lost and you couldn’t see him anymore. You made it outside, just to see Caster getting into a cab and driving away.
“Dammit.” You muttered out loud, gritting your teeth. You found your car in the parking lot and tracked the cab he’d gotten into. He was dropped off at some industrial estate, and you watched him shakily get out of the cab and retrieve his ‘luggage.’ You pulled behind slightly and watched his movements. You waited until he was between two storage containers where he couldn’t escape before you got out of the car, ready to make your arrest.
“MI6, please. Stay where you are Caster. Let’s not make this anymore difficult than it has to be.” You shouted, raising your hands into the air. As you began to walk forward, you heard sirens coming towards you. ‘Shit. HPD.’ You thought. You watched Caster’s movements as you heard the cars quickly rounded the corner. You held your badge high up into the air, attempting to hide your face in case anyone on the force recognised you.
“MI6. Please let me handle my case. I’ve got this, thank you!” You shouted loudly, so HPD could hear you over the car’s engines. You hoped to God that they’d just turn around and leave you, as after all, that was protocol. MI6 had higher clearance over HPD and were told to let agents get on with their work. You walked up to Caster and put the cuffs that you held in your right hand onto his wrists that were behind his back. You pulled your phone out.
Mission complete. Target found and arrested. Arrange for removal immediately.
The HPD cars were already starting to pack away when you saw a familiar car rounding the corner of the estate. Your heart plummeted and your whole body went hot and numb.
Danny’s Camero pulled up and your boyfriend steps out of the car. You watch in shock as he walks over to Duke and asks what’s going on. You try to walk quickly to your car but you see Steve throw a look your way. He looks, then turns back to Duke, and then turns his head again. He looks completely lost for words. You push Caster onto your backseat and slam the door. Steve storms over to the car, arms folded. You squeeze your eyes shut, almost bracing for impact.
“So, Y/N. You wanna tell me something?” Steve asks mockingly. He arches his eyebrows and sways where he stands. You close your eyes briefly, before deciding to be brave.
“What’s up Steve. How’s it going.” You say quietly. You cringed inside, you couldn’t seem to function.
“You mind telling me why you’re arresting a guy that five-0 has been chasing for months? You wanna tell me why I’ve just seen my girl/boyfriend, who as far as I was concerned, was seeing their parents out in England, holding up an agency badge and yelling at HPD directions to leave them alone. Huh? You wanna tell me?” He mused, smirking as he folded his arms even tighter; eager to hear your reply.
“Steve. I wanted to tell you. But I just...I couldn’t. I didn’t know how. It’s such a weird part of my life that I’ve kept a secret for so long that I couldn’t comprehend telling you. I felt like you might think I had...had too much baggage or something.” You scratched the back of your neck. You looked down at your feet and wished the ground would swallow you up. You hadn’t wanted to tell Steve this way. You’d hoped to tell him gently, with plenty of time to comprehend and understand.
But all of that was out the window.
“Y/N. Honestly? I don’t care that you’re in the service. I know what it’s like, it’s hard to tell the people you love that you’re involved in that kinda thing. But I’m kinda hurt you didn’t tell me. You could’ve told me, I would’ve understood; you know that.” He came closer and took both your hands in his.
“I’m sorry, Steve. I know I could have told you, but I just wasn’t ready. I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You motioned towards the scene around you and at your bullet-proof vest.
“Hey. Hey. It doesn’t matter. I know now and that’s all that matters, and now I can support you through it all.” He freed his hands and wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “I love you. You know that right?” He mumbled into your hair.
“I know it, don’t worry. I love you too...so much.” You squeezed tighter.
“So. How many times have you actually been to see your parents in the 2 years we’ve known each other?” He asked. He just thought you went to see your parents a lot, and that you got homesick easily.
“Well, lets see. Out of the many times I’ve told you I was going to see my parents, I’ve seen them twice. And the other trips I’ve been on? They’ve all been...business too.” You almost laughed at how much you’d lied to him. You felt awful, but at the same time; relieved he finally knew. You guys stayed silent for a few seconds.
“MI6? Nice. Pretty hot, if you ask me.” Steve squeezed you tighter and smiled.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’ll join five-0. Guess that’s pretty sexy too.” You giggled, leaning in to press your lips against his in a well-deserved kiss.