Summary: You've just started your new job in the FBI, and, as it turns out, you're working with world renowned illusionist and escape artist, Cameron Black.

QOTP: Cameron or Johnathan?

Word Count: 2798

"... And that's it," Agent Kay Daniels says, finishing up your little tour of your new workplace. She turns to you. "You'll have to get caught up on our current cases, of course, and I'll get you those files."

You smile. "Thanks. I'm excited about working here. Took a lot to get here..."

Kay agrees; there's a good amount of requirements for being in the FBI, and the process is also pretty long and, sometimes, tiring. Then again, it kind of has to be.

"Hey, guys."

For most of the people in the building.

Kay turns towards Cameron Black, who's just entered. "Hey. Cameron, we have a new agent working with us - this is Y/N."

You grin and step forward, extending your hand. "Y/N Y/L/N. I've seen some of your work; it's pretty impressive."

He smiles, and it's almost a smirk as he shakes your hand. "Cameron Black. Thanks."

Kay snorts lightly and starts to make her way into the conference room, where Cameron's Mystery Woman case board is, and where the case files are. You and Cameron follow, and she hands you a file from off the table. "This case is the main reason Cameron's here."

As you look it over, Cameron explains the basics. "My twin brother, Johnathon, was framed for murdering this woman with different colored eyes, who's actually alive and orchestrated the whole thing, so now the FBI's agreed to help me find her if I help them with cases related to my area of expertise."

"This case," Kay says, handing you another file, "is the one we're currently working on." Cameron takes the previous file from you so can look the new one over. Kay explains it briefly. "A church's stained-glass window was stolen, and we think this street artist, Bishop, is involved."

You look over the file for a minute more, then hand it back to Kay. "So, what? We need to find Bishop, don't we?"

"Yeah, that's kinda impossible," Cameron says. "No one knows who or where he is. Like, at all. But I'm gonna go visit Johnathan and see if he has any input."

////

You visited another artist Bishop used to be rivals with - Switch - who knew nothing. Then, after you left, a bomb exploded inside Switch's studio.

After, you figured out where the heists were gonna happen through a code in the paintings that Johnathan figured out, then picked up a guy who you thought was Bishop, but wasn't. Bishop hired him - Mekka - to paint the paintings for him.

Then, Cameron was convinced Bishop was connected to the Mystery Woman, but he's not.

This all leads up to now - Cameron is disguised as Mekka, having just painted his signature on the top of a building. Three other men who work for Bishop are leading him to the painter in question.

And they're doing it by jumping across rooftops as you, Kay, and Cameron's team follow in a van on the ground.

"He's going to fall," you say, admittedly worried. You've only known him for a few days, but he's nice, and it'd suck if he fell.

"No, he's not," the woman in front of you says quietly. She's on Cameron's team - her name is Dina - and she's the one talking to him on a headset.

After a tense moment where Cameron nearly falls, he makes it into the building where Bishop is, the rest of you waiting outside.

And, plot twist - Bishop and Switch are the same person.

And, plot twist twist - Bishop, who escaped, is working for the Mystery Woman.

////

There are no leads on the Mystery Woman, so you can't do much about it. It's killing Cameron - you can tell - so you decide to talk to him.

He's sitting on the table in the conference room, staring at the floor, his legs swinging back and forth slowly. No one else is in there; you aren't sure where Kay is, and Mike went home ten minutes ago.

"Hey," you say quietly, stepping into the room.

He looks up and smiles a little. "Hey."

You start to walk towards him and gesture to the spot next to him. "Mind if I sit?"

"Y-Yeah, sure. Go ahead..."

You sit down, your hands clasped in your lap, trying to think of what to say. He just seems so sad and disappointed, but you don't know what to do. So, after a pause, you say the first thing that comes to mind. "We're gonna find her, you know."

He chuckles quietly, then looks up at you, his smile growing just a little bit wider. "Thanks, Y/N."

You shrug, smiling a little bit, too. "Just stating the facts." He laughs at this, mainly at the borderline awkward way you said it. You laugh, too. "Well, I mean, I am." It goes quiet again, but it's a comfortable silence. You sigh. "Man, I'm in the mood for a doughnut."

Cameron bursts out laughing. "What?"

You laugh, too, shrugging, "Well, you're not a very good conversationalist, so I was sitting here thinking and I realized I really want a doughnut right now."

You both continue laughing, and after a few stray chuckles, he pulls a deck of cards out of his pocket. "Well, since I can't provide you with doughnuts at the moment, do you wanna see a magic trick?"

You laugh. "You escaped from a chained and locked safe on live television, and you're going to show me a card trick?"

"Well, I don't currently have a safe with me," he jokes, shuffling the cards idly. You don't reply, watching as he shuffles the cards. It looks complicated - you've never seen anyone do it that way before - but he's doing it with ease, like it's second nature. He stops and waves a hand in front of your face. "Hello? Earth to Y/N?"

You look up at him, noticing his cocked brow. "Teach me how to do that."

"What?" he asks, his head tilting slightly. "This?" He beings shuffling the cards again, the same way at first, but then he adds in a few things. Bending the cards in one pile, sending them flying, and catching them in the other. He tosses a couple behind his back and catches them in front, and then he does a few other things you can't being to explain.

"Yeah," you say simply, unable to say anything else. "That."

He laughs and pulls a deck of cards out of his other pocket. "Here, take these."

"Why do you have two decks of cards with you?"

He replies as if were the most natural thing in the world. "In case I need a back up deck."

////

You went home about an hour later when you realized how late it was. You'd almost gotten the hang of shuffling, too.

That morning, you get there after Cameron, Kay, and Mike, who're all in the conference room, drinking coffee and discussing the Mystery Woman case. Cameron smiles at you when you walk in.

"Hey, Y/N," they all say, though not in unison, but also not one after the other.

Mike points to a box of doughnuts sitting on the table, which you only just noticed. "Want a doughnut? Cameron brought them."

You smile and go grab one, then look down at Cameron. "Thanks."

He smiles and shrugs, winking at you discreetly. "Eh, it was no problem. Doughnuts make everything better."

////

Later, you're sitting around while Mike and Kay go to talk to somebody for a separate case. You're not going because they're getting close to closing in on the criminal, and you weren't there for most of it. Cameron's not going because it doesn't require his expertise.

So, you're bored.

"Can I go home already?" you ask the ceiling, leaning back in your chair.

Cameron laughs, looking up from the Mystery Woman file. "That bored?"

"Yes."

He gets up and walks over to you, sitting on the table to the right and in front of you. Then, he pulls out a deck of cards. "Wanna see a magic trick?"

It's not the first, nor the second time he's asked you this. You grin. "Yeah."

He splays the cards out and tilts them towards you. "Pick a card, any card."

You snort and grab a card out of the middle, look at it, then put it back in the deck while he looks away, as he instructs. "This better not be lame."

"It won't be," he replies, shuffling the deck. Then, he takes cards out at random, making them disappear in the blink of an eye while muttering, "Not this one. Not this one, either..." Finally, he puts what's left of the cards on the table. "Actually, it's none of these. Check your pocket." Sure enough, you find your card in your inside jacket pocket.

"Show off," you mutter, despite the fact that you're amazed. You feel like a little kid again, watching a rabbit come out of a hat. Back then, you didn't understand how the trick worked, so it had to be magic.

Now, looking at him, you realize you don't understand him, either. He's so happy and optimistic, meanwhile his brother is wrongfully in prison and he can't find the woman who put him there. He sees horrible things everyday working with the FBI, and yet, every time you look at him, he's smiling. Just like he is now.

"Wanna see another trick?" he asks, his smile slowly turning into a smirk. "I could do this all day."

You're not even paying attention to what he's saying. Not really. All you can do is look at him and whisper, more to yourself than him, "You're a living magic trick."

He blushes crimson.

////

After a few weeks of bonding with Cameron, Kay, Mike, and even Cameron's magic team, you get an interesting case.

"A building downtown disappeared this morning," Kay says.

You, in the middle of a conversation about dogs with Cameron, look up, a confused and hesitant look on your face. "A what did what, exactly?"

"A building disappeared," Kay repeats. "Last night it was there, this morning, it's nothing but an empty lot."

Cameron smiles and stands, cracking his knuckles. "Sounds like the work of an illusionist."

////

It didn't take Cameron long to figure out that the building was just scaffolding holding up a life-size diorama of a building. It was hollow when it was standing.

And it didn't take you, Kay, and Mike long to figure out why; a powerful mob boss, Stepfather, was using it to launder money. While everyone thought it was vacant private property, well...

Yeah.

This next part took a good while - finding him.

You finally did, though, in a high profile hotel. He got cocky when he booked the room.

Kay, Mike, and two other agents were ahead of you, everyone with their guns raised. You were just about to round the corner when you heard gunfire and shouting. You backed up and the agents in front of you turned and took cover behind the wall. Kay came around the corner, too. "Go! We're outnumbered!"

So, you ran.

////

You all have to stay at Cameron's; according to Kay, Stepfather saw your faces - everyone's but Cameron's. She also said that he'd killed and had cops killed before, and that coupled with the fact that he open-fired the second he saw you made her nervous.

Cameron's the first to notice you're gone.

"Where's Y/N?" he asks, interrupting a discussion about a plan to take down Stepfather. Everyone looks around, completely silent. You're nowhere to be seen. Cameron, seeing the blank and hesitantly worried looks on everyone's faces, hurries to check down the hall and in all the rooms. You're not there. He runs a hand through his hair. "Where is she?"

"Just calm down," Mike says gently. "She's probably fine."

"She could be dead!"

Kay steps forward. "I'm as worried as you are, Cam, but Mike's right. You need to calm down."

"How can I?" he asks, fighting to keep from yelling. No one answers for a few moments, so Cameron sighs and grabs his jacket, pulling it on hastily. As people try to stop him, he pulls the front door open and finds you standing on the other side. He's relieved, but he's angry, and you can tell.

Your brows raise and you to push past him. "Hello to you, too." It's then he notices the box of doughnuts in your hands.

It's like you're completely obvious to everyone's relief and, in some cases, anger. They were worried about you - especially Cameron - and you just didn't notice.

"Where did you go?!" Cameron asks, surprising both you and him with his outburst.

You jump and turn from setting the doughnuts on the counter. "What?" you ask dumbly, though you're starting to get angry at him, too.

"WHERE DID YOU GO?!"

You gesture to the box behind you, your anger growing considering all he's done is yell at you since you walked in the door. "I GOT DOUGHNUTS!"

"WHY?!" he asks, completely baffled and matching your tone.

"BECAUSE EVERYONE SEEMED REALLY SAD AND STRESSED AND DOUGHNUTS MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER, STOP YELLING AT ME!"

Everyone is shocked, relieved, and a little angry all at the same time. Gunther, however, is trying not to laugh. Cameron turns and runs a hand through his hair for the second time in the past five minutes. "STEPFATHER WANTS ALL OF US DEAD AND YOU THOUGHT GOING OUT WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA?!"

"HE DIDN'T SEE ME!"

"HE COULD HAVE!"

"I'M NOT-" You take a deep breath. "I'm not talking about today."

This gives him pause. "What?"

"He didn't see my face - not today, not ever. I wasn't around the corner when the gunshots started; he didn't see me. And I told Gunter I was leaving."

After a long silence, Gunter sighs, ignoring the look everyone's giving him. "Well, that makes creating a plan a whole lot easier."

////

You had to go undercover with Cameron, and it went surprisingly well. It also looks good on paper, considering you were integral in taking down an elusive mob boss.

After the case, everyone goes back to Cameron's and the team's for dinner and drinks, as usual. You're not mad at him anymore, considering the going undercover and all that - you had to set that aside.

You could also understand why he (and everyone else) was worried; you just thought everyone was aware that Stepfather hadn't seen your face. And it's not your fault Gunter didn't say anything.

You're standing out on the balcony, enjoying the breeze, when someone comes out to join you.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," Cameron says.

You shrug. "It's okay. I would've done the same thing."

"Really?" he asks, a slight smirk on his face, glancing over at you from his place on your left, leaning on the railing.

You shrug a little again, a light blush dusting your cheeks. "Yeah. I mean... I don't want you to, like, die."

He laughs at this. "Well, I don't want you to, like, die, either." You laugh, too, and then it goes quiet, both of you just looking out on the city. Then, Cameron continues. "It's more than that, though."

"What?" you ask, looking over him.

He smiles and looks at his feet, then back up at you. "In the few months we've known each other, I may have, uh... developed-feelings-for-you." He mumbles the last part, but you understand him.

At least, you hear something, but you want to confirm before you make a fool of yourself. "What?"

"I... I have feelings for you..."

You chuckle a little, grinning. "What sort of feelings?"

"You know what," he replies, his face as red as a tomato while he looks at the street below.

"No, I don't. I mean, 'feelings' is a broad term. You could mean that you hate me, or-"

"I like you, Y/N," he finally admits. There's a pause.

"Cameron," you say.

He still doesn't look at you. "What?"

"Cameron," you repeat, your tone causing him to finally turn to you.

"Wh-" He's cut off by your lips on his, his mind going blank due to shock. It takes him a few seconds - a few seconds too long - for him to kiss back, his arms going around your shoulders, pulling you closer. Your right hand cups his cheek while the other rests on his chest. Finally, you pull away and he rests his forehead on yours, unable to keep the grin off his face. "You," he whispers, "are a living magic trick."