Evelyn.
Damn it.
I'm late.
This is why you don't press snooze seven times in a row.
With force, I slammed my car shut. Hurried footsteps occupied me, the click of my heels on the cement invading my brain as I pleaded my feet not to give way under me. Though, it was very likely with the floor slick of cold weather.
Thankfully, the elevator was already waiting at my level, my security clearance hung around my neck and loosely resting against my suit. The warmth of the building slowly seeped into my body, giving me room to slowly relax my stiffened position.
I made my way to my desk, most people already, though a lot were busy and on the move.
Slipping past a few other agents, I quickly sat in my seat and opened the case file in front of me, resting my bag down with a light huff. I heard the snickering followed by another man's hush.
Agent Hemmings and Agent Irwin.
Of course. Like teenage girls gossiping in the corner of the bathroom, there they were.
"I'm thinking of asking Hailey to move in with me," Ashton spoke to Luke in a day-dream voice, as though he was imagining his entire future in front of him.
Internally, I groaned. Why did they have to work right next to me?
I did not look up from my desk, trying to tune out their discussion as I heard Luke speak.
"I don't think that's a good idea mate."
For once, I agree with Hemmings. Though the news did have a relation to me, I ignored it: it was on my agenda to probe conversations regarding my friends.
"Let me go ask Eve," Ashton popped up out of his seat, walking towards me. I gritted my teeth at the nickname, irritated and ready to pounce at anyone who would come near- being Ashton in this case.
Don't they have actual work to do?
I'm sure being in the FBI isn't a job to gossip on.
Without moving my head or pausing my work, I muttered, "It's Agent Fitzgerald. Or the very least Evelyn."
"Oh come on," He nudged my shoulder, the physical contact that softened my edges a little, "We are friends, right?"
Huffing, I gave in to pausing my work, tapping my pen down onto my desk. I swiveled my chair and stared at the boy, folding my arms over each other with a tapping foot, "You're dating my best friend."
Hailey and I had been friends long before I got my job in the FBI. We went to high school and college together, before she dropped out and began her own business. It was a risky move she made, but totally worth it.
Her coffee shop blew up- the only place I would go for coffee nowadays.
And now she's dating Ashton.
Gross.
He looked at me expectantly, finally snapping me out of the daze I was in, "So, friends?"
"No, I just tolerate you."
He laughed, his cheery manner not breaking under my harsh words. He was always joyful around everyone, something you wouldn't expect an agent who had probably killed dozens, "Good enough for me."
For the love of God.
He cleared his throat, trying to catch my attention once more, "Anyways. Since you are best friends with my girlfriend, I was wondering if you could talk to her abo-"
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Fanfiction"Agent Hemmings?" I looked over the man in the frame of my door. He was currently out of his usual, formal work suit and in a black leather jacket. His whole getup, in fact, was black, dark, brooding. And it was very strange. "Luke," he corrected...
