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[ moving in ]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. They had finally moved in together, and you and the angels couldn't be happier for them. 

You were wearing high waisted blue flare jeans and white tied top with corresponding heels.

You, Alex and Dylan walked inside, finding Natalie dancing to the music channel on their new TV. You glanced down at her with raised brows, before shrugging your shoulders, throwing the box away, Alex and Dylan following suit. You quickly became in sync you danced, moving from side to side, shaking your butts to the groove. Then, you turned, grabbing a hold of each other's hands before running up and leaping forward off the couch, sending it falling backwards, to which you spun around and fell on. You were a giggling mess as Alex's head rested on your shoulder, Nat holding onto your arm, Dylan doing the same to her.

"Hey, check this out," Pete's voice rang through, Natalie popping her head up. "Our first piece of mail." 

She was quick to jump into his arms with him holding her steadily. "Your ten-year high school reunion," she read.

"It'll be a fun night, Nat," Pete said, smiling.

"Isn't that cool?"

"It's great." The two gazed into each other's eyes before kissing, and you glanced at Dylan and Alex before giggling.

You and the girls decided to give them some privacy, moving back outside to gather more boxes. "I still can't believe that Nat and Pete are moving in together," Alex sighed, a big grin on her face as the three of you stepped outside.

"Our little angel's growing up," you cooed.

"It's wild that Natalie owns a property. The most expensive thing I own are these boots," Dylan said, pointing down to her feet as you chuckled.

"Well, excuse me, those are my boots," Alex corrected, handing her a box.

"Yeah, whatever, my point is..." Dylan trailed off as the three of you poked around the U-Haul van, checking out a shirtless man who had jogged by. You each had hazy expressions on your faces as he turned around to catch a glimpse, sending you a pearly smile. "I forgot my point."

"You're broke, horny, and you're wearing her boots," you concluded, biting your lip as you stared at his back muscles.

"Thank you." You turned back, Dylan walking inside as Alex grabbed a box and you took a microwave. You whipped around at the feeling of two arms wrapping themselves around you, tossing the microwave in the air before drop-kicking the person to the floor. The kitchen appliance landed in your hand as you scowled at the perpetrator.

"Oh my God, Dallas!" you exclaimed, finding your boyfriend lying on the floor groaning.

"Jason?!" You spun around, finding Alex in the same predicament, the movie star on the ground as well.

"Hey baby," Dallas moaned, giving you a grin as you leaned down. Gripping onto his muscular arms, you helped him stand, your heels clicking against the concrete as you stepped closer to him, hands going to his as you watched him take a steady breath.

"Are you okay, honey?" you asked, tightening your grip on his fingers, receiving a nod in response before his drop-dead gorgeous slipped back to his cheeks again.

"I'm fine, but that was incredibly sexy," he whispered, lips brushing over yours as you began to smirk. Looping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down, embracing the man as you feverishly kissed him, his hands going to your back to steady you.

Pete stepped outside, eyes lighting up at the sight of his friends. "Hey Dallas, Jason. I didn't think you'd make it," he greeted, clapping hands with Dallas as Jason nodded.

"Yeah, I got off from the Hudson case for a couple days, so I thought I'd stop by, help out," Dallas explained, resting his chin on your shoulder from behind, arms still secure around your waist.

"Oh yeah, and my photo shoot ran late, plus I, you know, wanted to miss all the heavy stuff," Jason chimed in, shrugging.

"Hey Dallas! Oh, and Jason!" Natalie exclaimed, running outside and sending the boy's a smile.

"Hey, how's the sequel going?" Dylan asked Jason, crossing her arms.

"Great. Great, yeah, we had, like thirteen writers so it should be pretty good," the movie-star replied as he relaxed his arm on the TV Alex was holding.

"Man, I loved the first one," Pete said.

"Yeah, it was great," Natalie agreed.

"Yeah, we got a great title for this one—Maximum Extreme 2," Jason said, wiggling his fingers around. You silently looked at him before nodding and smiling in confirmation. "Oh, the premiere's Friday, so I brought you guys some tickets."

"I love tickets!" Natalie exclaimed, taking the papers, and handing them out to each of you. You took it from her with a grin, slipping one into Dallas' hand. Suddenly, you and the angel's phone rang, and you each fished it out of your pockets, answering, "Hello?"

"Yeah."

"Be right in."

"See ya!"

Within a moment, you kissed Dallas' cheek, the girls coming up beside you as you raced to your car, seeing as you drove Alex and Dylan here. You and the angels were gone with a rev of an engine and a stream of dust in your path, whilst the boys watched the gleaming car disappear down the road. They glanced at one another before shrugging, "Charlie."

You and the angels entered the office, hand in hand, smiles gracing your cheeks as you beamed, "Bosley!"

The man looked up with a charming grin, taking off his glasses. "What's happening, angels? How y'all doing?"

"Hey Bos," you greeted.

"Look here, I see my brother ain't checked the books in quite a while, huh?" Bosley asked with a small frown.

"We have a book?" Dylan asked as you all took a seat on the plush sofa.

"Look here, lovelies, I know I've only been here for a few days, but one of you all explain to me, what the hell is this?" he asked, holding up a black taser. "Now, what do you think-. " Bosley cut himself off as he raised the taser up to his neck by accident, electrocuting himself. 

He fell to the floor, howling in pain as you giggled, "Careful with that, Bos."

"I'm alright," he murmured, shaking his head as he stood up, though, there was a slight stumble in his step. "And I also see y'all being played. Five Gs for Kevlar vests?"

"We need those," Dylan assured.

"Yeah, they're made especially for us," Nat added.

"What? You all fine, but you crazy," Bosley tutted. You all smiled, and you stood up, grabbing his arm as he questioned you. "Okay, okay."

"Bos..." you whispered, smiling. He looked at you with an unsure grin as Nat leaned in behind you, Alex and Dylan doing the same action on his other side. "You know, your brother, he didn't sweat the details."

"We do what it takes," Dylan said, smashing her fist into her open hand.

"That's right," Nat helped.

"So, what does a Bosley do around here?"

"He does the most important job of all," Dylan said, grinning.

"What's that?" he asked, intrigued. You leaned forward, wrapping your arm around his back as Alex copied the action.

"He connects us with Charlie."

The phone rang. He grinned, nodding his head as he answered the call. "Good morning, angels."

"Good morning, Charlie!" we greeted.

"Bosley, I hope the angels aren't being too rough on you."

"Man, please, I date fat women. A couple of midgets..." he trailed off, and Alex let out a snort.

"Good work in Mongolia, angels, but I'm afraid the case has taken a new turn." Bosley pressed a button, revealing a large screen, to which he yelled in surprise, stating that he would watch tonight's football game on it. "Angels, I'd like to introduce Roger Wixon, senior director at the FBI," Charlie said. The man looked to be around his late forties to fifties with grey-black hair.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

We all welcomed him in the same manner. "Over the years, the Townsend Agency has worked on several projects for the Bureau, but never one with so many innocent lives at stake." Bosley handed us our files, but we each switched them over, seeing as he gave us the wrong ones. "Angels, you're aware of the Federal Witness Protection Program."

"Sure. People who have testified against major crime figures are relocated and given new identities for protection," Alex answered.

"The identities of these witnesses and their families are protected by a program called "HALO" – Hidden Alias List Operation. The list is encrypted on two titanium rings. The data on each ring is indecipherable on its own, but when the two rings are read together, their codes unlock each other," Wixon informed.

"Who wears the rings?" Dylan asked.

"The head of the U.S marshal services was wearing one," he supplied.

"Ray Carter," Alex murmured. 

The screen separated, revealing said man on the other side. He had a few scrapes across his face, a white bandage strapped across his cheek bone. "Good morning," he greeted with a nod.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked.

"A couple of fractured ribs, but I'll live," he replied with a smile.

"Who wears the other ring?" Nat questioned.

"The head of security for the Justice Department, William Rose Bailey." A photo appeared of the man, with light blonde hair and stoic expression. "Unfortunately, he was killed this morning, and now both rings are in the open."

"So, the list is out," you concluded.

"You may be right. Now, someone has contacted the major crime families with an offer to sell the list, and one of our protected witness, Alan Caufield, was found dead in his home in the valley," Wixon stated.

"Angels, we need to get the HALO rings back before the list is sold."

"We'll start at the Caufield house..."

"See if that leads us to HALO."

"Hey, Charlie, we could really use Bosley's help on this one," Dylan added, making you and the girls smile.

"I get to drive a race car?" he asked.

"Not today," you chuckled, shaking your head.

"Blow up a castle?"

"Not yet Bos."

"Then, what y'all need me to do?"

You hummed in thought, sharing a glance. "Read some body language," Natalie decided.

"Hell, yeah!"