Super-Secret Agent, Detective Lucy Heartfilia

AU: Lucy Heartfilia, one of the top agents in the entire country, has been paid to investigate and infiltrate a notorious gang in the distant town of Magnolia: Fairy Tail. Her mission: to find incriminating evidence linking them to several crimes committed in Magnolia and neighboring cities. That is, if she doesn't get caught—or sucked in—first.

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2017 Update: Hi guys! I've updated this story for 2017. There are minimal changes in this chapter, mostly wording. Feel free to ignore my babble below. I can't bring myself to delete it since it captures me at the time it was written (but rest assured it stops in the newer chapters).

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AnimeFlower: Hey! I've had this idea for over a year now, and although I was going to publish it as my tenth story (not close yet :p), I decided I could wait no longer! So, without further adieu, I bring you one of my favorite ideas, Super-Secret Agent, Detective Lucy Heartfilia. The name may be long and/or stupid, but I have plans for this. Since I am doing three stories (possibly four in the near future, hint hint, nudge nudge, updates for them shall be sporadic. However, I will update in a reasonable amount of time at least. Regardless of all that jabber, please enjoy this!

Happy: Aye! AF1chan does not own me nor any of Hiro Mashima's ideas. She is also not involved in any detective agency businesses.

AnimeFlower: P.S. In this first part, I'm not giving you details on purpose! Now on to the story!

Chapter 1: The Mission

"No! Someone help!" A distraught voice pleaded.

The voice belonged to a man in his early twenties. The man was cornered in a fowl smelling alley by several unknown thugs, but it was so dark, the man couldn't tell how many people actually surrounded him.

"P-Please… you c-cant d-do th-"

"Hey guys," a masculine voice scoffed, cutting him off, "he was gonna say we can't do this!"

Cruel laughter echoed through out the alleyway.

"Why can't we, Gary-san?" A female voice asked mockingly.

"I dunno, Jayla, that's a really good question. Why can't we, guy? Huh?"

"P-P-Please," the man begged, "I'll give you anything! J-Just sp-spare me, please!"

A passing car shined a small amount of light in the alley. It only lasted a second, but the man was able to see the distinct details of only two of the thugs. One thug was a man about his age with short black hair, the other being a young woman with blue hair that spiked at the edges. Besides those two, he could see three other people – and a flying thing.

"Spare ya? Who said we were gonna kill ya huh?" The man who was apparently named Gary smirked evilly.

"You rich?" A man whose voice was way burlier –and scarier- than the first's asked, cutting Gary off.

"I'm not exactly what you'd call 'middle class'…" The man replied coolly.

"That wasn't the question." A firm female voice replied. "If I were you, I'd answer the questions asked correctly."

The man felt a sharp point connect with his neck.

"Yes ma'am." He replied quickly.

"Good, good." The fierce woman replied. "Now are you rich or not?"

"I-I am…"

"Hurry, you're taking too long!" A whiny voice complained. "I wanna go to sleep."

"Stuff it," the burly voice snapped.

"Final question," another voice began. It sounded like it belonged to a man, but it was neither Gary nor the burly sounding guy. This man's voice was distinctly different, it was calm but had an undertone of playful and evil, as if he could snap any second. It sent shivers down his spine. "Do you know J-Korrey or I.D.?"

It was dead silent after that decisive question. The man did not want to answer. He knew what would happen if he did.

"Well?" The thug growled impatiently.

"I d-don't know t-them." The man replied.

"You're lying." The thug snarled.

"N-No."

"I can smell it on you."

"I-I'm n-"

His desperate sentence was interrupted by a cruel laugh, which was soon joined by others.

"Please, oh please no! You can take my money! All of it!" The man begged near hysterically.

"Goodbye."

"No! Pl-!" The man began but stopped cold.

Then, all was quiet. The sound of crickets quickly filled the sudden silence that had blanketed the night.

"Heartfilia." A voice said.

"Hm…?" I grumbled.

"HEARTFILIA!" The same voice yelled.

"AHH! What?" Quickly realizing who the owner of the voice was, I changed my response. "S-Sorry sir."

It was then that I realized I had fallen asleep in the office – again. I looked up to the face of my supervisor, Phillip Cozen, who had a scowl that rivaled that of the angriest man, and a face as red as a tomato. When Mr. Cozen wasn't frowning at me, he was actually pretty handsome – for a man in his 40s at least.

To me, his deep scowl represents the greater good of YourSleuth that frowns upon all evil doers and seeks to lock it up for good. The only person who has ever heard that number is my dog Plue. You see, I am a spy, sting operation specialist, investigator, detective and special operation tactician at YourSleuth Inc. The man who runs YS is Mr. Phillip Cozen, AKA, my supervisor. He's extremely fussy, and up until recently has kept us on our toes 24-7. Our building consists of the colors dull gray and oak brown, in a short, very blah. Normally, no one would care about that since everyone is always out on their operations or investigations, but since I've been stuck here, it's really been bothering me.

"Oh, Heartfilia, what am I to do with you?" He asked, shaking his head.

The man had a long, thin mustache that was almost mustard in color and covered his mouth, as well as a shaggy, mustard yellow, beard that was probably three to five inches in length. The hair on his head was golden blond with flecks of silver in a professional cut.

"I apologize." I said.

"Oh save it." He grumbled, rolling his eyes. "What is this, the 50th time?"

"Actually the 41st but…" I trailed off once I realized he was glaring at me.

Normally, Cozen was slightly playful with a main course of irritated, but not today. He probably had a fight with his wife or something. Now that I think about it, his brown suit is really dirty today. And he looks more flustered than usual. Hmm…

"I really wish you would take this more seriously. Like… Levy!" He said, motioning to my blue haired friend.

Levy looked up from her book several desks over. The first thing I noticed was that her blue hair was slicked back into a ponytail today, and her usual orange dress had been exchanged for a frilly white shirt and slacks. The second thing I noticed was that she hadn't been doing any work either, judging by the surprised look on her face. Cozen seemed to have noticed this as well, for his semi-pleased look was now back to a frown.

"H-Hai, sir?" Levy stuttered timidly.

Cozen sighed a heavy sigh and shook his head.

"Both of you, my office, now." He growled sternly, and then walked briskly to his office.

Shit… Here we go…

I stood up from my chair and stretched to prepare myself for what was about to happen. I took my silky blonde hair out of the messy bun I had styled it in today, allowing it to fall around my shoulders. I think I had slept for a good hour, but arms and a desk do not constitute as pillow, much less a bed, and now I was paying the price. Both of my wrists are numb, my back is as stiff as a board and worst of all; my neck feels like someone is repeatedly stabbing it and simultaneously crushing it with a boulder, AKA, my head.

"Oi, Lucy-chan?"

I looked down to see none other than Levy McGarden, my petite partner in investigations. Over time, we have become friends, although I used to dislike her strongly. She looked worried, after all, Phillip Cozen normally seemed angry, but at the same time, light-hearted and friendly, and only called us to his office if he had a job for us or if we messed up completely. Not for something like this.

"Yeah?" I replied. We began to walk toward the door with the label: Phillip Cozen.

"I'm afraid…"

"Why?" I asked, rolling my eyes. I combed my fingers through my hair to make it look just a bit more professional.

"What if we get… fired?"

It was at that moment we reached his door.

Oh shit…Ohshitshittyshitshit… My chocolate brown eyes widened as I turned pale with the very thought of being jobless. Without my job, I'd have no rent, with no rent money I'd have no home, with no home I'd be on the street… If I was on the street then… EEEK!

"We won't get fired…" I told her in the most reassuring tone I could muster.

I'm pretty sure my pale face gave away my true thoughts, because now Levy looks even worse than ever.

"Come on Levy-chan…"

I moved to knock on the door, but before I could it opened by itself. Timidly, I stepped through the door frame with Levy right behind me.

When you first walk in, there is a miniature hallway between his room and the large room Levy-chan and I work in. Cozen has everyone who wishes to speak with him wait in this hallway before they are called in. There were a couple of old wooden chairs to sit on in the hallway, but that was it. His actual office was medium sized but spacey. His large oak desk is off to the side so you can't see him when you walk in. That was the weirdest part of walking into his office, but it's probably a safety precaution. The room, hallway included, is rather dull, the walls are a burgundy color and the carpet is an ugly brown. I don't know who designed this room, but the company really should've searched further before making their decision to use them.

"Cozen-san?" I called.

It was quiet for a moment, but then he answered, "Come in."

Shakily, we walked into his office. It was slightly brighter than normal, but then again, he actually had the window open today. Which is a relief, because it was normally lit even more poorly than it was right now. Mr. Cozen sat behind his large, mahogany desk with a stack of papers in his hand. In front of his desk were two cushioned chairs that had two large orange envelopes sitting in each of them.

"You may sit." He grumbled.

We removed the files from the chairs, looked uncertainly at each other, and then proceeded to sit down. Normally the files would mean we've got a new case, though the files are never in the chairs…

"Ladies," he began, snapping me out of my thoughts, "I've noticed you've been slacking off lately…"

Oh shit. That's not a good start.

"You've gotten comfortable, laid back even." He stood up and began to pace. "Maybe I've been too lighthearted, too Mr. Niceguy, too… friendly. I do not wish to bring an iron fist down on this establishment, but you two are really pushing it."

Everyone is gonna hate us…

He sighed. "Is there any explanation for this at all?"

All was quiet. I don't know about Levy, but I certainly wasn't going to say something stupid and get my ass fired.

"Well?" He asked expectantly.

"N-No sir…" I replied sheepishly.

I looked over to Levy. She was nervously twiddling her thumbs.

"Well you two, there's no excuse for slacking off… so I've got something important to tell you."

Oh no… Notgoodnotgoodnotgood.

"H-Hai, Cozen-san?" Levy asked. She was as pale as a sheep's fur, but she's never been one to wait for the inevitable.

An awkward silence loomed in the air. He stopped pacing and began frowning at his desk in a troubled manner. I nervously began to kick my feet.

"I'm not the kind of boss to give two shits about that!" He said with a laugh.

Wait… what?

"Man I got you two good."

Me and Levy looked to each other with a dumbfounded expression that screamed what-the-fuck-is-wrong-with-him-is-he-high? As nice as Mr. Cozen was, he was never this friendly.

"Come on, laugh a little, you know I got you good." He grinned, sitting back in his chair.

"Yeah, Lucy-chan," Levy fake laughed, "he got us good."

"Yeah," I agreed, joining her fake laughter.

"But in all seriousness…" Cozen began, "I would like for you to take a look at the files you had found in your chair."

I grabbed the files from the desk and surveyed them. This packet is way thicker than the usual and had several objects in it as well.

"You see, YourSleuth has been offered a major investigation from the city of Magnolia and some of its neighboring cities." He began to grin. "It pays three hundred fifty million jewels to the company, and one fifth of that money goes to each investigator involved in the sting."

Woah… I thought. "This isn't another one of your I'm bursting-with-joy-because-I'm-so-happy jokes right?"

"No, Heartfilia," He replied, "This is not a joke, and I'm only asking you and McGarden to do this. That means each of you get what ever the fuck three hundred fifty million jewels split into fifths is."

"So seventy million each?" Levy replied.

Mr. Cozen and I both glanced at her.

"Sure…" He replied. "If that's the answer then yes."

"Woah." I mumbled.

"Woah is right." Mr. Cozen said. "If this is done right I can retire early…"

"You wish to retire, Cozen-san?" Levy asked.

"Yes I do! If you girls can keep a secret, I'll tell you something."

Levy and I nodded furiously. Being secretive and nosy was practically apart of our job requirements.

"A larger investigation company has been looking to buy us out…"

I felt my eyes grow wide with shock.

"That means there may or may not be a use for me, and only our top investigators, interrogators and secret agents will remain after the transfer."

"Oh no…" Levy gasped. "You're not going to take the deal are you?"

"Well Levy, it's quite a sum of money and to be honest, there are only a few people who will actually care about anything besides losing their source of income. Our last investigation was a real bust and we are near bankrupt."

That was some dumb shit. I thought angrily. Over two months ago, the company sent two newbies on an investigation that was way out of their rank and they almost got themselves killed. To this day I will never understand why they did that. Because of that blunder, the company had to send a rescue team and abort the mission, so they ended up spending a large some of money and not getting paid. Ever since that happened, jobs have been very small and low paying due to the company's reliability rating being tarnished. Ever since then, no one's really cared anymore.

"So selling YourSleuth is probably for the best." He finished.

Levy and I shook our heads in understanding.

"Before I can continue, I need to know if you guys are willing to do this assignment," He paused to look us each in the eye, "it's very risky, and ranks level 9 in terms of secrecy. In other words, it's extremely top secret. So, you in or out?"

"I'm in." I replied without skipping a beat.

"Good, good." Cozen smiled. "Levy?"

"I'm in too." She replied, though I could see the hesitation on her face. Level 8s and above were the hardest missions after all.

"Alrighty then." He cleared his throat, and then continued, "This is your last chance to back out. If you fail this job, you could be arrested, and if you are caught you could be killed. I trust you two will be okay, you are our top employees… but if you have any doubts I'll understand, this is extremely risky after all."

I could be arrested? What? I've been in plenty of situations where I could be killed, but never one where I could be arrested. And he hasn't told us a thing… that means this really is high stakes, not to mention dangerous. That means I'm about to get myself into a holy mess…

"I'm still in." Levy said decidedly.

"Same." I said.

"Okay, you may open the files you hold."

I almost ripped the giant yellow envelope in half with my haste. Inside the envelope I found an entire stack of papers, filled with data and pictures, a tracking device, jewels in a baggie, a note pad and a cell phone. The mission had no title, but it did have a very long description.

"Your objective is to infiltrate a notorious gang in Magnolia, Fairy Tail."

Levy and I began to giggle.

"What kind of name?" I managed between laughs.

"Although I realize their name is amusing, they have proven to be no laughing matter." He scowled at us, which instantly stifled our laughter. "They are extremely good at keeping things under raps; our investigators have only been able to gather the pictures and aliases of a few members. However, looking at the documents is an objective you must complete later."

I nodded my head in understanding, as did Levy.

"I'm glad you understand, but you must listen well," he paused to take a breath, "it could mean the difference life and death. You see, Fairy Tail has been active for nearly ninety years, and it's really been getting out of hand. It is said they are very violent, and normally just commit vandalism, steal and wreck the city. However, the city murder rate has been going up and they think the Tails have something to do with it. You're job is to locate their base of operations, and perform a sting on them. Gather evidence on murders and robberies, as well as collect data on the gang. Be sure to get pictures and info on the people as well, but your first task is to get them to trust you."

He turned to me. "Heartfilia."

"Yes, Mr. Cozen-san?"

"You are much rougher around the edges as well more brash than Levy, so you will more than likely be the ticket into the gang. Got it?"

I'm not so sure that's a compliment… "I understand."

"Since you two will be behind enemy lines, it is inevitable that you may participate in a crime. Magnolia will give you a pass if you are caught, however, depending on the officials, they may just decide to ignore that pass and convict you anyway. That is just one more reason for you to be careful, girls. Not to mention what would happen if Fairy Tail finds out about your treachery."

I shuddered in fear. I don't want to find out either.

"There is 15,000J in each of your envelopes; it should cover a month's rent as well as a month's worth of food. There is also a concealable tracking device I would like you two to carry, a journal to take notes in and a company cell phone. If you want your conversation to be recorded, dial two before entering the number or before answering the call. Got it girls?"

"Hai sir!" We replied in unison.

"We have scheduled your departure from this town to Magnolia for two hours from now, so be at the town's train station at least five minutes prior to that. As for actually reading the documents, you'll have to do that on your own, but be sure to keep them concealed. We have already set up your apartments in Magnolia and arranged for a special guide to walk you around town." He stood up from his desk. "Are there any further questions?"

"Will we be able to contact you at all?" Levy asked.

"I believe so, through that phone you've received. If there are no more questions," Mr. Cozen paused with a worried look on his face, "you two should get going. But please… be careful out there."

"Thank you, Mr. Cozen." I replied, standing up to leave.

He offered me his hand, which was unusual, but I shook it anyway. Then he offered it to Levy, who shook it promptly.

"Seriously. You two are my best operatives," he turned to look outside the window, "and I've come to see you as children. Don't get hurt out there."

I wrinkled my nose in confusion, but none the less assured him I wouldn't. After a short moment, we stepped out of his office to collect our things. A dead silence engulfed the two of us, but it was so awkward, neither of us wanted to break it. Soon, we had collected our stuff from our desks and were off to our houses.

"I think Mr. Cozen was crying." Levy said timidly, breaking the pregnant silence between us.

"Me too." I agreed.

"Lucy…" Levy sighed. "What have we gotten ourselves into?"

I shrugged my shoulders. I was feeling an odd mixture between sad, excited, happy, and scared.

"Who knows…" I commented.

It was at that moment we came to the street where we frequently split ways. For all we know, this could be the very last time we walk down this street. Man this was gonna give me a headache. Sighing, I said goodbye to Levy and told her I would meet her at the station in fifteen minutes.

I hope nothing goes wrong…

AnimeFlower: Dun dun duuuuuuuuuun!

Lucy: Af1-chan! Why~?!

AnimeFlower: Oh come on now, you're the hero! You're on an awesome mission!

Lucy: I could be killed!

AnimeFlower: I'm sure Natsu's not going to allow that to happen.

Lucy: Natsu's not in this story!

AnimeFlower: Is he not?

Natsu and Lucy: No!

AnimeFlower: Really? Natsu you think so too?

Natsu: Yes.

AnimeFlower: Whatever.

Happy: I wunder who Gary and Jayla are…?

Natsu: Hmm…

Gray: Yeah me too. Gary sounds cool.

AnimeFlower:… *facepalm*

Gajeel: I want to kick some ass! When am I gonna get in this?

AnimeFlower: *sighs* Erza…

Erza: All of you, out now!

Happy, Gray and Natsu: Aye sir! *Runs out*

Gajeel: Hmph. *follows slowly*

AnimeFlower: I hope you guys enjoyed! This is my fifth story! It probably sucked though, I've never written in first person. If I have, it's was certainly not that much in first person. I find it so awkward to work with; I don't even know how I managed to write this. *Sigh* if it sucks, I'm sorry. I will not be writing in first person very often (just for this story), so it's okay.

Lucy: Aw, AF1-chan.

Erza: It's okay, we understand you have problems.

AnimeFlower: Aw, thank you! …Wait, what? Hey!

Erza: *giggles like a school girl*

AnimeFlower: Ew. Please don't do that.

Erza: *scowls* I shall call a thousand swords down upon you!

Lucy: Erza, I'm not sure it's that serious…

Erza: You are right. Maybe just one or two.

AnimeFlower and Lucy: *sweatdrop*

Mirajane: AF1-chan is trying to decide if magic should or should not exist in this world, as well as if this should be a NALU fic. Please leave a comment with your thoughts on these two things, whether or not you like the story, and your thoughts on her first person perspective usage!

Happy: Aye!

AnimeFlower: So, I guess that's a rap! Please review, and if you really like it, subscribe! Review honestly please, I would really like feedback on this!

Happy: AYE!

Lucy: Happy…

Happy: Aye!

AnimeFlower: I thought you were kicked out…

Happy: AYE!

Mirajane: Please review! Thanks for reading! Sayonara!

Happy:… AYE!

- 1. Wrote the end chat a long time ago 2. Fairy Tail is returning! I'm so happy . Review in memory of da modderlowd?