"Sup bitches!" Y/n flew into the conference room with a massive grin on her face. Everyone had been down in the dumps since Rand took over but Y/n had returned to her usual self. "Guys come on being happy! There's a party tonight and we're gonna party hardy!" Y/n tried to cheer up the room and Reagan groaned "Okay I know the party to like welcome Rand as a boss or whatever so boo for that, however, I planned it so it will be fun!"

"Nothing involving my father is fun," Reagan rolled her eyes.

"Come on, he may be a dick, but that can't stop you from having a good time!" Y/n laughed and Reagan glared at her. Ever since Rand was in charge Y/n was promoted to his assistant and Reagan felt somewhat betrayed. Y/n wasn't going to take it at first but Reagan encouraged her to due to some of the financial benefits. She still worked in the war room and was head of the investigation but she would also have side quests for Rand every now and then. She was the April Ludgate to his Ron Swanson except Ron was way cooler than Rand in every way. Ron was also a good father, but Rand was not. Reagan's train of thought was interrupted by Y/n's phone going off. As she answered the whole room could hear Rand yelling at her to get her ass to his office pronto and she was off.

"Okay, who else is getting annoyed by this shit. We never see her anymore," Gigi frowned.

"I haven't fought with her in weeks!" Glenn looked worried.

"I don't like the way Rand treats her," Brett sighed.

"My asshole of a father is somehow overworking her 10 times more than before," Reagan sighed as everyone else frowned.

Y/n was walking through the halls setting up decorations when Andre caught up to her. "Hey n/n!" he smiled. She jumped a bit not expecting his presence before nodding.

"Hey, Andre."

"What no A-dog?"

"Sorry, I'm just concentrating. This has to be perfect," She sighed looking at her clipboard.

"It's Rand we're talking about, it shouldn't be perfect," he rolled his eyes and she quickly looked around the halls before grabbing him by the collar and pushing him into the nearest closet. Quickly looking at the door behind them she turned on the light from above.

"We about to kiss right now?" Andre grinned.

"Oh you wish," she laughed. "Anyways it needs to be perfect because I'm planning this," she pulled up a piece of her clipboard paper revealing a diagram.

"What's that?"

"I'm gonna Carrie Rand," Y/n giggled.

"Carry him? Why. That's weird."

"No Carrie as in the Movie! During his speech, I'm going to pour pig blood all fucking over him and I'm resigning as an assistant. I got everything I needed from him and now I'll b coming back to the war room full-time baby!" Y/n smiled dumbly at the paper.

"What if he gets mad?"

"He won't. Trust me."

"Okay just be careful, he's crazy with power," Andre read over her notes.

"Chillax. Careful is my middle name," she smirked.

"You've almost died like 8 times in the past few months."

"I'm still here though aren't I?"

"Yeah whatever," he rolled his eyes yet again as Y/n reached for the door.

"You look cute today A-dog," Y/n winked at him before leaving and slamming the door behind her. Andre was left in the closet feeling quite conflicted.

"You need to ask her out at this point," Myc sighed spinning around on a swivel chair.

"I have! Remember! You asked for me!" Andre yelled.

"No. You need to ask her to be your girlfriend you dick," Myc abruptly stopped the chair facing Andre. "For somebody so smart you may be the biggest dumbass I know," Myc grabbed both sides of Andre's face and shook it. "Here," Myc pulled something up on his watch. "Okay I ordered you a game of thrones chair, do what you want with it. It'll be here tonight."

"Why'd you do that?" Andre looked confused.

"She'll probs find it hot and you can make out on it or whatever," Myc shrugged.

"Gross no."

"Gross? Andre, are you the same person?" Myc felt Andres's head, "What happened to the horny motherfucker that I used to know."

"I don't know."

"You used to always be down to clown," Myc laughed.

"Things change I guess," Andre shrugged.

"Shit you really like her."

"Yeah she's cool I guess."

"God you're so annoying, stop saying I guess," Myc mimicked him.

"I can't help it okay! I'm nervous. Y/n's really attract-"

"Hey Myc you got a second?" Y/n swung into the office.

"Yeah sure," Myc responded as Andre's face flushed receiving a look from Y/n.

"What's Rand planning?"

"Huh?"

"I know he's also planning something," Y/n muted her earpiece and crossed her arms.

"He set up a fake kidnapping."

"Ah, I see. Cool," Y/n nodded before turning around. "Thanks for the compliment, Andre! You're pretty hot too," Y/n shut the door behind her.

"Now that's a girl with W rizz," Myc spoke and Andre glared.

"Where is all of her confidence coming from!" Andre stared at the door in shock.

"I just think she's finally warmed up to all of us. Now that you guys know about the Illuminati shit, and you guys don't care, she acts more like herself I guess."

"Do you know how much she heard?"

"Only the attractive part," Myc responded and Andre groaned.

Y/n ran around cognito crazily trying to set everything up for the party for the next few hours before everything was complete. Running to her own office she slipped on a white lace dress. She was going to be standing next to Rand for the ceremony and thought it would be cool to get drenched in pig blood. Making her way to the party she met up with the gang.

"Hah you planned the party and you're late!" Myc laughed and Y/n shook her head walking past, ignoring him. She pulled weed out of nowhere and started smoking it.

"Woah Woah Woah! What are you doing!" Andre ran over.

"Getting high???" Y/n shrugged. "If I'm gonna keep this party alive I gotta feel alive," Y/n spotted a crowd of people standing still and instantly ran over instantly hyping the up. Her head instantly shot around to face the DJ. "Jerry! I said NO COUNTRY," she yelled running over and pushing him out of the way. She changed the song to Fergalicious and then started a dance circle almost immediately after.

"We need to get her high more," Myc spoke up.

"Myc!" Reagan elbowed her.

"What. Being high apparently makes her fun. Why don't you go talk to her Andre," Myc pushed Andre towards the dance floor and Andre groaned. However, he looked up, and as cheesy as it sounds he was mesmerized. Y/n stood in the middle of the dance circle with a single light on her. Her eyes stood out and her outfit was cute. She sang and danced to Nicki Manjai and she didn't give a shit about anybody else's opinion. Yet again she was high but she did seem so happy. Breaking away from the dance circle she saw Andre and walked over.

"Hey Andre," she smiled.

"You really outdid yourself..." he looked around.

"Sure as hell wasn't gonna half-ass a party," she shrugged and he laughed.

"Thanks for setting this all up," Rand walked by Y/n and she happily nodded, "Outdid yourself kiddo," he ruffled her hair continuing to the bar.

"We have an hour to kill before the speech," Y/n quickly spoke. "I'm so excited!!"

"You're that excited to cover him in pig blood?"

"Yeah duh!" her eyes lit up. "Let's go dance!" he pulled him onto the dance floor until the speech soon began. Rand got up onto the stage and did his whole speech. It was soon over and as people clapped two giant men grabbed onto Y/n. She quickly reacted by bringing a remote out of her pocket and pressing it. The blood instantly poured over her, Rand, and the two men. Rand shook a fist at her drenched in blood.

"Godammit Y/n!!!!" He screamed as blood dripped into his eye and Y/n stuck her tongue out. "You're-"

"I quit!!!!" Y/n interrupted him.

"I was just going to fire you!"

"But I quit first so technically you didn't fire me!!!"

"You bitch!" he flipped her off, "have fun being kidnapped!!!"

"Too bad I'm into it!!!!" Y/n yelled as she was dragged away off the stage.

"Wait what? No, you can't just! No-" Brett started to panic.

"Chill Brett. I just fired her as my assistant. She's still gonna work here. It's just for the best she, not my assistant," he shrugged and Brett nodded.

"Hey, Dad you have something on your face!" Reagan shouted out.

"Oh do I?" Rand rolled his eyes.

"Where'd your guys take her!?!?"

"To an empty warehouse!"

"A what?!?!?" Reagan's jaw dropped as did the others.

Y/n was forcefully thrown into a chair a while after. She put weight on the back of the chai causing it to tip over and she rolled back on the floor before getting up. "Hey!! What's the big idea!!"

"Garsh fellas, maybe, this is crazy by the way, maybe I don't want to get kidnapped," Y/n smiled as a dude charged towards her and she kicked him away. "Rand already paid you, let's just call it a day." Y/n crossed her arms as the two men turned to face each other. While they were distracted she slipped away and left. Her location was practically halfway across town. She pulled out her phone and rang Andre, he instantly picked up.

"Are you okay!?!?!" he yelled into the phone.

"Yeah Yeah calm your tits. I'm on my way back now."

"You're not still high are you???"

"That wasn't real weed earlier, I just tricked you guys into thinking I was high. Mainly because I didn't want Myc to make fun of me for my party actions. Halfway through I remembered he could read minds and gave up though."

"That's funny."

"Okay. I'm gonna call a uber. Maybe I'll luck out and get Kurtsworld96. See you in a bit," Y/n ordered a uber.

"Wait! What!?! No, I can just- Whatever I'll meet you in your office."

"Got it A-dog. Bye." Y/n hung up and was on her way to the Cognito. After about twenty minutes she walked in covered in blood. The party was over so she headed to her office and opened the door. She walked in and looked around but didn't see Andre. He most likely got tired and went home which was totally understandable. She continued to her desk and hit the button on her desk about to enter her secret base when her jaw completely dropped. Andre sat in the middle of her base on a game of thrones chair in Oberyns robe. "This has to be a dream. Computer wakes me up!" A robot arm fell down from the ceiling and slapped her. "kay, not a dream," she rubbed her face. "Where did you get this?"

Andre frowned, "He told me you'd be into it."

"I can't say I'm not," Y/n shrugged and sat on the arm of the chair facing him.

"You're still covered in blood?"

"Didn't have time to change. So what's this about?"

"I wanted to ask you out and asked Myc for advice. Guess that failed," he looked away.

"Hey," Y/n gently grabbed the sides of his face turning him to face her. "You don't have to pretend to be my celebrity crush for me to like you. While I guess I do like Oberyon, I like you too, and... you may not know this, but you're real! I don't want Oberyn, I want you." Y/n ruffled his hair and he still frowned. Y/n sighed standing up and she turned her Pedro cardboard cutout to face the other way. Walking back over to Andre she sat on the chair directly next to him this time. She put an arm around him and he melted into her side.

"Ew, you smell like pig blood..."

"Ah sorry about that!" Y/n backed away.

"No no come back," he grabbed her arm wrapping it around him again. "I hate you."

"You do?" Y/n looked down at him.

I hate the way you talk to me, And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your stupid detective skills and the way you read my mind I hate you so much it makes me sick, It even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around, And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, Not even close, Not even a little bit, Not even at all."

"Did you just seriously quote ten things I hate about you?" A huge grin crept onto her face.

"Maybe I did."

"That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, I love that movie."

"I know you do," Andre sat up straight facing her and taking her hands. "Okay, as cheesy as this sounds or whatever I'm just gonna say it," he took a paper out of his pocket and threw it, "I'm going off script! Anyways I have never felt this way around anyone before. I usually just hook up with people and that's that. However I genuinely want to be with you, and I want to know you more. You are the most badass and beautiful girl I've ever met. Will you be my girlfriend?!"

"Of course! I've been waiting for you to ask for weeks!" Y/n jumped forward trapping him in a hug.

"Why didn't you ask me out then?" he spoke into her shoulder.

"Scared of rejection," she shrugged.

"Who would reject you?!?"

"I don't know. I get nervous," she laughed as the two separated. Andre sat back and took time to admire her features, even if they were covered in pig blood, and he moved her hair behind her ear. "Are we going to tell anyone about this?"

"No no yet at least, let's give it a bit."

"Okie dokie, I guess we'll just have to convince Myc to keep it."

"Yeah of course. I'll go change," he started to stand up.

"I mean you don't have to!" Y/n shot up. "Well I mean if you want to you can and all but-"

"You really are attracted to this aren't you," he teased.

"You look hot okay!!! I can't help it... You rock the robe man."

"Okay I won't change," he replied, "You probably should change though. I like you but not enough to the point I'll let you get pigs' blood all over my car."

"That's so valid. Be right back." she ran into her office and quickly changed into a black long-sleeved top and sweats. She wiped off her face to the best of her ability and headed back in. "I'll have to wash out the blood in my hair later."

"Why did you do this to yourself? Why couldn't you have used fake blood?"

"You don't understand. With Rand, if you don't fully commit, you can't say you got him," Y/n shrugged. "Also if the impractical jokers go full out, so should I!" she proudly nodded and he rolled his eyes grabbing her hand.

"Les go."

"Que les by Childish Gambino!" Y/n laughed and he sighed.

"You're weird."

"Retweet!"

"Wanna go watch Netflix in my house, we can chill for the night?" he asked and her eyes went wide.

"No no! Not like that! I genuinely meant we can like watch a movie and-"

"Okay. Just knowing you-"

"I told you I'm a different man now!"

"Hah, you're cute. So what are we gonna watch?"

"I was thinking maybe we can watch Knives out! Or hunger games! Or Bullet train!"

"Whatever you want loverboy," Y/n laughed as they walked to his car.

Sorry this isn't my best work and it's kinda trashy. Had an awful case of writer's block this week. Also my anxiety has been quite bad. This isn't proofread and I really wanna go watch sitcoms and play fortnite so I'll give this a looksie later. Thaks for reading I appreciate it. Sorry for this bum ass chapter. also sorry I cant spell.