A/N: All the info seen here about the FBI is all just stuff I've seen on movies and of no fact whatsoever.

For the first time in his life, Kurt Hummel had set off an alarm.

He obviously didn't mean to but his boss had failed to mention that the dirt under the fence was hiding sensitive alarms. He knew he had less than one minute to escape before he would be caught, but honestly, he wasn't used to being in such a vulnerable position.

It took him at least five precious seconds to figure out what to do.
He fled from the fence, running as fast as he could to a small nook in between two buildings. He chanced a glance around the corner and noticed that there were already men shining around bright flashlights. He leaned back quickly as one of the lights came dangerously close to where he was standing.

Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he knew that there was no way he could focus if he was all worked up. He took two deep, calming breaths but kept his eyes open- he wasn't stupid. He let his hand rest on the gun strapped to his side, cautiously inching his way down the alley. He'd made it to the end of the building when two pairs of lights swung out from the other side.

A voice spoke harshly, "Hands behind your head!"

He knew they'd shoot him without hesitation if he even tried to pull his gun out, so he slowly moved his hands to rest at the nape of his neck. He squinted at the two men, noticing the familiarity of their bulky vests and the make of the guns they held. One of them shifted to talk into his earpiece and shiny white letters caught the light. A rush of relief pumped through him and he called back, "It's okay! I'm with the FBI too."

One of the men jerked his head, "Put your weapons down slowly and take out your badge."

Kurt moved his hands dramatically slow towards his gun, sliding it out of his case and setting it on the ground. He pulled a knife out of each boot and set those beside it. He slid his hand into the pocket where he usually kept his badge and found it empty. He remembered suddenly that he'd left it at home and he groaned internally. This was supposed to be a quick and easy job, not one that involved him getting caught. He knew they'd never believe his next words. "I don't have it with me."

The man scoffed, "Nice try, smartass. Cuff him."

-O-

Blaine flipped through a few of the case files that had been handed to him, barely taking the time to let the words process. He was so damn tired and it had been such a long, boring day. He set down the folders with a sigh, hand automatically reaching for his ring. He twisted it around and the bright, annoying overhead light caught the engraving on the ring.

Eternity.

He knew he could sit and stare at it all day and he made his best effort to push his rapidly growing thoughts to the back of his mind. He was about to reach for the case file again when the door to the break room banged open and Sam hurried in. "Hey, Blaine? We got the guy trying to break in to the Clarington mansion. He says he knows you."

-O-

Kurt groaned loudly, wrists squirming under that shackles that connected to the chair,

"Would you listen to me? I'm Kurt Hummel; I've been an officer for six years now. Just look me up!"

The man in front of Kurt rolled his eyes, "Yes, well, we've figured that out. You've been missing for a year now leaving no contact with anybody and you've been found trying to break into the house that contains one of the most sought out valuables on earth. You don't think we're allowed to be a little suspicious? How do we know you haven't gone rogue?"

Kurt rolled his eyes, "I haven't gone rogue. I'm working on your side! I've been undercover!"

"Yeah?" The man challenged. "With who?"

"Well, I can't tell you that now, can I? It's called 'undercover' for reason."

The man shook his head in annoyance and moved to the speaker at the end of the room. "We aren't getting anywhere with him. Call in Blaine."

Kurt's head snapped up and he straightened in the metal chair. "Blaine?" He asked, blue eyes wide. "Blaine Anderson? He can identify me!"

The man raised his eyebrows skeptically at Kurt, "You know Anderson?"

Kurt couldn't help the giddy smile that took over his features, "You could say that."

-O-

Blaine followed Sam, brows furrowed. "You said he knows me? What's his name?"

"Dunno. That's all the chief told me."

Blaine let himself have a small moment of hope. What if it really was him? But it was too easy- no way it was him, not after a year of no contact. And what would he be doing here, anyway?

They made their way to the holding room and Blaine didn't look through the glass before he went in. He knew that the chance of it being him was small, but it couldn't hurt to hold onto the small hope for a little longer, could it?

He opened the heavy door, took a deep breath and looked up- directly into a pair of crystal blue eyes.

Time slowed and all he could see was him. The beautiful pale skin, the strong lines of his face and those eyes. The sky blue that had haunted his dreams for the last year. When he spoke his voice came out cracked and choked up. "Kurt?"

Those beautiful pink lips twitched into a smile- one that was painfully familiar. His voice was just as shaky as Blaine's, "Hey, baby."

A/N: Okay, so I left it on cliffhanger on purpose. I'm curios as to whether or not anyone would be interested in me finishing this as maybe a short multi chapter story. Just drop a comment in the review box or send me a PM. You could message me on tumblr too, my URL is readingitnow . tumblr . com
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Shini x