AN: Welcome to my new book💕 I wanted to give a shout out to shadow_with_fire for helping me with this book and listening to my ideas on her free time ❤️ She helped me so much with this and it was even her idea to have y/n's undercover job be a bartender which is genius! And if you haven't already then please go check out her works she is a phenomenal writer! That's all for now and I hope you enjoy this new addition to my Anakin Skywalker obsessed publications!
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"A villain is just a victim whose story hasn't been told."

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"What goes in an old fashioned?"

"One and a half ounces of bourbon or Rye whiskey, one sugar cube, two dashes of angostura bitters, and a few dashes of water." The ingredients of one of the many drinks that I had studied for hours on end with my superiors and an expert on the subject, rolled from my tongue with little to no effort.

"Correct," My interviewer, who is also the manager of this place, wrote something down before he glanced back up to me, "Except here, we do two ounces of the whiskey and no water," He informed me as he tapped the back of his pen on the wooden table, "It's the boss's favorite drink and he likes it strong and bitter, and he will be here quite a lot so making that drink his way is going to have to come naturally to you."

I nodded, shooting him a sweet smile, "Noted, two ounces of whiskey, no water." I said the changes back, showing him it won't be an issue for me.

Although I'll admit I was a little annoyed given I've studied every drink under the sun to prepare for this moment, only for him to switch up the ingredients on me. I'll just have to keep the change in the back of my mind and hope I remember it in the heat of the moment. I needed to be the perfect bartender; the future of my career is counting on me getting and keeping this job for as long as I need to be here.

"Perfect," He glanced back down at his paper while clicking his tongue, "And how would you make an AMF?"

AMF, short for adios mother fucker. A popular drink amongst the the younger crowd, it gets you drunk fast without dealing with the bitter taste of alcohol.

"Half ounces of vodka, rum, tequila, gin, and blue curaçao. Two ounces of sweet and sour mix, and lemon lime soda to top it off." I finished listing the ingredients with a quiet exhale. That drink is the one I had the hardest time remembering, there were too many elements to remember. Unlike other drinks which consist of about three or four.

He nodded, pleased with my answer. He then proceeded to question me more about every drink he could think of off the top of his head, and each time I graced him with the proper answer. This club that I'm applying to is one of the biggest in the city, located right in the heart of Los Angeles. So he needed to make sure I was good enough to be a factor in keeping the good name of this place alive.

"Well I have to say, you're the most qualified person I've interviewed this past week, you really know your stuff." He closed the folder in front of him and leaned his back into the rickety chair that creaked whenever he moved, "Usually I'd also have you make some drinks so I can see how you work, but we're short on bartenders right now."

I did my best to hold my poker face, knowing it was my fault that two of their bartenders have gotten arrested for drug possession, and another for prostitution. We needed an opening for me and luckily the employees at this place are as crooked as the man who owns it.

"So I'll be putting you on a trial period for your first three days and I'll monitor you that way. If I'm happy with your work ethic, consider yourself officially hired." He stood up from his chair, and I followed in his actions, "But I will still be running a background check, I won't find anything questionable will I?" He asked with a raised brow as he held his hand out to me.

How funny of him to ask that given the kind of people he had working here prior, but then again, maybe he's learned his lesson. I doubt he wants more of his employees going behind bars, he'd no longer have a business to manage.

I accepted his handshake with a victorious grin, "No sir, I'm as clean as a whistle," I assured him.

When he runs the background check on the fake social security number I gave him; a false identity that has been put together by the FBI themselves will appear. (y/n) Winters is the alias I'll be using and although I thought it was strange to use my real first name, their reasoning made sense to me.

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"Are you sure using my real name is a smart choice?" I questioned the FBI agent in charge of the investigation against Anakin Skywalker; he's been working on incriminating him for years with little to no success. He claims Anakin is like a cloud of smoke, impossible to grab onto and when you get close enough to try, he disappears without a trace.

"Yes," He responded, throwing the ID and social security card on the table in front of me, "It's a popular location and if anyone you know happens to show up, them calling you a different name than what we give you will only raise question."

I grabbed ahold of the cards in front of me and looked it over, making sure to memorize each detail in case anyone happens to ask, "I doubt anyone I know will show up." I do have a small circle of friends, but they're all cops like me and partying in a club is not their scene.

"Better safe than sorry," He sighed, "You'll also take down all your social media accounts along with any tagged photos, we can't have anything that will trace you back to your real identity. Also, avoid getting fired at all costs, it would ruin everything. And if you're successful in aiding me in finding enough to incriminate him Mrs.(y/l/n), I'll make sure you get your admission into Quantico."

Being apart of the FBI is my dream and gaining admission into Quantico will be my next step in achieving that. And this man here, he's a big deal in the field and getting a recommendation from him will seal the deal. It's the reason I begged on my knees to even be considered for this assignment. And after rigorous training and proving myself to be the girl for the job, here I am.

I stood up from the chair and held my hand out to him, which he accepted, "I promise not to let you down agent Kenobi."

He smiled and I could see hope in his eyes, hope that he's finally going to catch his mark, "I have faith in you."

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"The club is closed every Sunday so we won't be needing you tonight, and I should have this background check done by the morning. So I'll be giving you a call tomorrow afternoon to let you know what time to be here for your first trial day." He shook my hand once before releasing his grip.

"Thank you again for this opportunity Firmus, I promise you won't regret it." I grabbed my purse from the back of the chair I was seated in and swung it over my shoulder.

"Please, call me Piett, Firmus is horrendous," He joked with a light laugh, showing me more emotion in this moment than he has throughout the entire interview. If I had to guess, he seemed  stressed due to their lack of employees, and lack of qualified applicants I hear.

I chuckled and flashed him a deceiving smile, "Well it was nice meeting you Piett, I'll be waiting by the phone for your call."

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After a long thirty minute drive, I finally arrived at my home. This was the last night I was going to be here for awhile and I'm not even supposed to be here now, but there was someone I wanted to say a proper goodbye to until we're parted for god knows how long. I haven't been able to say goodbye to him since I've been consistently working with agent Kenobi in preparation for my assignment these past few weeks.

One of the downsides of being undercover, you have to temporarily kiss your past life goodbye and completely immerse yourself into this new false identity.

Where I will be staying after tonight is in a studio apartment that is being fully paid for by the FBI, and it's conveniently in walking distance of the club. It's there I'll have to live alone until this investigation is over. I've seen it once already although it's a bit small, it's enough for me. I can't exactly be living in a penthouse, that wouldn't be realistic for a 'student'. Which is also apart of my new identity, I'm a student trying to pay my through college. Kenobi thought that would help me look more innocent and therefore I'd be overlooked easily.

Tossing my keys into the glass bowl by the front door, I waltzed through my hallway and followed the scent of freshly cooked dinner, "Connor?" I called my significant other and the powerful scent of spices grew stronger the closer I got to the kitchen.

The moment I stepped into the kitchen, my mouth dropped at the large amount of food that was covering our dining table, "Congratulations baby," My husband whispered as he wrapped his arms around me from behind and placed a kiss on my shoulder.

"How did you know I got it?" I asked with a light chuckle as he raised his lips and kissed my cheek.

He released his hold and spun me around, "Because you're the most talented cop in our department, therefore I had no doubts," He caressed my cheek with a smile. Connor (y/l/n) is my husband of two years, we both met at the police academy and have been inseparable and in love ever since, "But as proud as I am of you, I'm going to miss you so much," He ran his fingers through my hair, sadness flickering through his eyes, "I figured a proper goodbye would be having a meal that consisted of all your favorite dishes made by yours truly." He flashed me a beautiful smile before walking to the dining table and pulling a chair out for me.

I accepted his offer and sat down, he then took the seat by my side, "This looks amazing," I scanned my eyes over the food, and I felt a little bad that I wasn't hungry. I was too nervous for tomorrow and it was making it impossible to have an appetite, "But I'm nervous about everything, do you really think I can do this?" I slowly lifted my gaze to meet his brown eyes and they grew soft when he noticed my worry.

My whole life this is something I've wanted and I've spent spent months preparing for it, but I couldn't help but feel swallowed by the doubt lingering over my head. This is going to be my first time being completely alone, and that terrified me. I've always had someone, and I've always had him.

Connor placed his hand on top of mine and stroked the back of my hand with his thumb, "Of course I do, and I know you're scared, anyone would be; I would be. But you're an amazing woman and an amazing officer. You're going to make all of us proud when you help bring that bastard down."

Although I was still afraid, his words helped ease some of my worry and I could feel my anxiety over the situation slowly washing away, "I really wish you could come with me," My eyes watered and I raised my thumb to stoke his hand that rested on top of mine, "I'm going to miss you."

"I'll miss you too," His eyes watered as well and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine and causing my chest tighten, "Please be safe and come back to me." He whispered after ending our embrace and resting his forehead against mine.

"I will, I promise."

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I know there was Anakin in this one but don't worry, he'll be there soon ❤️ This Chapter was mainly an introduction, so I apologize if it was boring, but the story will pick up eventually and become more interesting, I promise!
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