Wanted Most - Larry Stylinson AU

Part One

[A/N]: I saw this prompt on twitter and I just had to give it a go. So let's do this. Oh, and just for shits and giggles, we're going to pretend England has an FBI (they don't actually but don't crush my dreams.)

Harry Styles pushed back in his chair, standing and stretching before sauntering out of his cubicle and down the narrow aisle towards the cubicle filled with raucous laughter. Sliding up in front of the small area occupied by two of his fellow agents, he smacked his hand loudly against the wall. Both agents inside jumped, turning with wide eyes and innocent looks to face their lead agent. 

"Agent Horan, Agent Malik," Harry barked out before the corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile. "What the hell has distracted you two this time?" 

"It was all Niall, sir," the raven-haired lad procclaimed, pointing to the blonde. 

"You can't blame Horan for everything, Zayn," Harry crossed his arms, leaning against the cubicle. "You're supposed to be filing that report on the robbery at that Tiffany & Co.? Jewellery theft isn't something we take lightly around here." 

"It's not him, Harry," Niall said slowly. 

Harry adjusted his brown curls, pushing them up into a windblown fashion on his forehead, "We don't have enough evidence to know who it was." 

"We've been after this guy for over a year Harry," Zayn pointed out, sitting on Niall's desk and picking up the manila folder filled with the latest theft reports. Yet, the manila folder didn't contain reports of the thief Harry was looking for. Only Harry had that folder. "I'm fairly certain we know his habits. Fairly certain you, of all people, know his habits." 

"Plus there'd be a new video," Niall pointed out. "There's no new video." 

Harry had quite the collection of those as well. Pre-paid phones, video cameras, even iPods. All of them containing personally recorded video one of England's most wanted criminals. Louis Tomlinson. From the moment Louis had started his thieving, starting small, so small that merely the police were involved, he'd been making videos. But as time went by, and the man kept up his thieving, he grew braver, went bigger. He even became brave enough to share his name. That's when the FBI stepped in. And the feud began. 

Harry considered himself the cause of Tomlinson's more direct videos. He'd made the stupid mistake of speaking to a reporter, something he refused to do any other time for the FBI's privacy reasons. But he'd been angry that day, furious, and when he'd been asked about the case, he simply claimed, "By God I swear, the next time I see that man I'll put him in handcuffs."

The very next video Louis left, he had gleefully exclaimed, "The man on my trail is the oh so handsome Agent Styles? That's brilliant, really! It's a shame we'll never meet. Ta, Styles!" 

From then on, Louis only spoke towards Harry in his videos, simple things like, "Missed me again, dear Harold. May I call you that? Well, you can't tell me otherwise. Really wish I could chat longer but I really should dash, now. Ciao." 

Niall was suddenly clapping his hands together, startling Harry out of his thoughts, "Agent Styles. Earth to Harry. We were having a conversation, remember?" 

"I was thinking," Harry's green eyes flashed menacingly, and Niall sidled behind Zayn as Harry scoffed. "Anyway... just because there's no video doesn't mean he wasn't involved. Maybe he forgot one of his usual devices and couldn't make one." 

"Are you kidding?" Zayn chuckled. "There's nothing that crook loves more than to rub it in your face that he's already escaped." 

"Well he won't escape next time," Harry murmured. "We'll be ready, and we'll get him."