Y/N P.O.V.

A couple of days since I have been taking my time away from the screen--my body felt more relieved after developing anxiety from overworking so much. I was getting dressed, and Toshiki said we had to take care of some business by tonight and sent me the location to meet. 

"Heading out again?" I stopped from turning to see Michael leaning against the wall. His arms were folded across his chest, looking at me with a concerned expression. 

"Uh, yeah. Just going out to hang with my friends." I lied. 

"Again? Y/N, this has been going on for two weeks, and you haven't been getting any sleep." Michael said, looking very unhappy to see how I looked like a zombie. 

"I'm fine and have been working my butt off these two past weeks," I replied. 

"M'yeah." He walked over to me and placed a hand on my forehead. His eyes stared into mine, but I could see they weren't the usual soft ones. 

"Michael, is there something wrong?" I asked.

I noticed that whenever I was around Michael, he didn't give affection like he used to do. He started being distant, pretending to be going through some stuff after working in the studio. Of course, I knew that working in that studio could be a pain in the ass sometimes. Yet, I started to miss Michael giving me comfort or a heads up on things. 

"I'll be back tonight and early. I won't be late. I promise!" I reassured. 

Michael didn't seem to care and gave me this firm nod. I left out of the house to go meet up with Toshiki at the place where we'll find Mr. Prince. 

~

The mission for succeeding in catching Mr. Prince could have gone better. Partially, the factory business that Mr. Prince owned was a turned-down place, but it stored a lot of drugs and cash inside it. I assume it to be a secret hideout because no one knew about this place until now. As for Mr. Prince, he played a dirty trick on us and got away. Toshiki and I were walking side by side, covered in filth cause the factory Mr. Prince owned had mold, moist, and dirty stuff that I smelt like coming from a sewer. 

Third Person P.O.V.

You look at Toshiki as he frowns deeply toward you, "What?" You watched him walk a few steps forward in front of you. 

"We miss our chance to capture the guy if you weren't so distracted on the phone. We could've finished it and worried no more about this." Toshiki responded to you with a cold stare.

"I couldn't ignore the phone call when--" 

"Pft. Why? So, you can talk with your boyfriend, who's been too much on your mind lately. Real assuring." He scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, eyes narrowed into yours. 

You frowned. 

"What's your problem? Michael is only checking up on me since I go out late at night." You protested. 

He shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle, "Obviously, you don't seem to understand that he's more concerned about your absence at his residence. Why are you more concerned about the damn phone than the mission?" He vented. 

"I am focusing on the mission the whole night we've been out here!" You remarked. 

"Yet, you haven't done any of the work to turn into the office. The boss isn't very pleased with your procrastination lately, which is beginning to be noticeable." He said. Toshiki pointed at you as he continued, "You have me doing all the work and covering you without any thanks or apology. I've been working my ass off and don't receive that!" He embarked. 

"Toshiki, I have been doing the filing paperwork and need more time to get it out. Please, I don't want to argue about this when we should discuss another plan." You replied, looking up at him with a slightly angry expression. 

"I do think we should end our night here." He turned his heel to leave you and walked over to his car. He entered inside and locked the doors on the outside, and you tried to open the doors. However, they were closed, and you couldn't get in.

"How am I supposed to get home?" You asked as you stood outside by his car. He rolled down his wind,  looking back at you stoically.

"Call your fucking boyfriend to ask him for a ride or get an uber." He replied, rolling back the window to drive off as if you were just in disbelief. 

"J-JERKFACE!" You shouted. 

~

You arrived at Neverland, still covered in filth, although it was raining when you managed to get a ride by calling an uber. Entering the dark house, Michael was wide-awake, holding a book on his lap. 

"Home late again." He sighed. His eyes didn't meet yours as he caught an awful stench in the room. His eyes glanced up from the book and saw you covered in horrible stuff all over your body. "Oh, my god. What on earth happened to you!?" He asked. 

"It's a long story, and I could use a shower." You sighed. 

"Where the hell were you?" Michael demanded.

"I-I was out with a friend--"

"With who? You never told me about him." He said, slamming his book.

"Can we talk about this in the morning?" You asked.

Michael wouldn't let this conversation go after he gets your honest statement.

"Y/N, you've been acting distant lately when we're together. You're going out, rushing to do everything at a certain place multiple times. Not to mention your coming home so late dressed in all of..." He stopped himself from trying to confiscate what you were wearing.

"It's not like you would understand even if I told you. It's for your good." You clarified.

He scoffed. "My good? The only good thing I expect from my girlfriend is honesty." He pierced his lips together into a thin line. "Your hiding something from me, and I tell by your eyes. What are you doing behind my back?"

"I-I'm not doing anything awful." You quivered.  

"Is that so? Because coming from a girl that does sneak off at night and comes back so late. You've been doing cases to file through them and make reports about them in the company you worked for." He remarked.

You looked at Michael as your face frowned, forming a side of anger bubbling in your system. 

"Have you been looking through my stuff?!" You exclaimed. 

"Maybe just a little, but I haven't gotten through all of it yet." Michael vented. 

"It's top secret!" You embarked. 

"Like I give a shit. You kept some of that stuff from me and used me for your safety as a damn spy!" He remarked, staring dead at you with an intense stare. 

"You weren't supposed to know about that either! But I never used you for anything, Michael." You protested.

"Oh?" He tilts his head as a hint of sarcasm escapes his lips. 

"I'm positive. I never used you for anything and whatever you saw in those files. They don't have anything labeled on you unless it's part of the case, but not in a bad way." You tried to explain, and Michael only shook his head. 

"Did you find a new man? Post anything to the journalists? Having a one-night stand with someone?" he took a couple of steps closer to you, his eyes narrowing into yours.

"No! None of that, Michael. I would never do anything to hurt you." You said,

"Why are you searching through my stuff if you claim you aren't hurting me?" He demanded.

Michael looked pissed. His eyes were burning into your own, making you tremble a bit.

"It's just something I had to turn into the office and..." You could feel your heart accelerating, trying to explain to him without lying. "...I need it to solve a case. No big deal."

"A case? What would that be?" He took a few steps closer to you as you slowly backed away. Your back was pressed against the wall, and his eyes were not moving away from yours.

"It's mysterious."

"Bullshit."

"Watch your language, and it's not necessarily about you. Nothing bad, at least." You murmured.

"Oh, nothing bad?" He mocked. He leaned back away from you to give you some space. "I couldn't help but wonder why I spotted some papers scattered off my desk. It wasn't like that, and I noticed some of the documents about me were possibly taken. Where is it, Y/N?"

"I only need it for--"

"Your lying. You're a terrible liar to keep this act up." He vented.

"It's not..."

He looked at you sternly and clicked, his jaw tightening.

"Keep lying, or I'll kick you out of this house, girl."

"Michael, I can't tell you, or I could get in trouble!"

"Trouble? What of exactly?" He inquired.

"I can't tell you all of this tonight or even now because I don't know how you'll react when I tell you I am a spy!" You exclaimed as the words slipped out of your mouth. You covered your mouth as Michael looked speechless.

He shook his head and formed a fake smile on his face. 

"I knew it was too good to be true." He mumbled. "Are you spying on what's happening in my life?" He inquired.

He moved an inch closer to your face.

"No...Yes...not in a bad way." You sighed.

"I don't believe it." He dryly chuckled.

Michael turned his heel around to walk away and looked down skulkingly.

"Michael..."

"I trusted you. I thought we had something, but..." He croaked. His back was faced you as he continued, "...I guess when you have someone in your life, they would just backstab you."

"No. Michael, you only know some of the truth about why I'm doing this. It's complicated as it seems, but I promise you that everything--" He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

"Get out."

"W-what?" You stammered.

"I said...get out!" He shouted.

"But I hadn't finished explaining everything when you only learned part of my job." You replied, as Michael looked heartbroken and didn't even look at you.

He forced himself to turn around, saying, "I don't care about your actions. You hurt me and lied to me after all of this time! Just get out of my house!" He demanded.

"Michael--"

"Don't let me repeat Y/N, or I'll call security." He said, turning his head away, not looking back at you.

"Michael, listen to me for once! I never posted anything about you to the media and wouldn't dare to do so. You know that!" Your bottom lip quivered as he continued to ignore you. "You just don't know what I am doing because it's for the risk of your safety and mine!" 

You turned around to leave out of the room and felt your eyes watering as you ran out of the house. Looking back, you started crying and decided to phone your partner to stay overnight.