Agent Jones- Book Two

Chapter One

"Hey, Chief, got that Dottie file you requested," I said, handing out the folder to the man in question. A folder containing information on the last Dottie sighting we had. The only lead we had to find her again.

He took it from my outstretched hand with a sigh, and I turned around to leave. "Oh wait, Agent Jones, one more thing I need real quick."

I turned around and walked back over to his desk, leaned halfway over it, and met him in the middle in a sweet kiss. It was over sooner than I had hoped, but it was the only one I had so far in the day so I'd take anything.

Letting out a sigh, I leaned back a touch to look into his face better. "I hate keeping our relationship a secret, it leaves me 'you' deprived."

Jack smiled at me, me doing the same once I saw how gorgeous it made him look. "Aww, well I thought it was rather romantic, very Romeo and Juliet-esque, no?" he asked and I laughed.

Of course, keeping this a secret was the only logical thing to do. Peggy and Daniel were the only ones in the office who knew and I'd like to keep it that way. If others find out, they'll think it's for all the wrong reasons, and neither of us want to deal with favoritism allegations.

"It is, but I'd also like to see my boyfriend more often than my boss and be able to do more than just stolen kisses when you ask me to bring you files. You should switch it up every now and then, some might get suspicious."

He chuckled quietly and snuck one more kiss before I pulled away. "Can't be too long, now Chief. I've things to do, places to be," I joked as I exited his office. I'd see him again before lunch most likely.

Back out in the bullpen, I did a quick scan and noticed not a single person cared about what I had been doing. The only person who tried to catch my eye was Martinez, but I looked away quick.

Joseph Martinez was here in New York now. After his whole ordeal of not wanting me to come up, he decides he's gonna do just that. The hypocrite makes me want to repeatedly sock him in the jaw.

I was very clear about my feelings, so I never had to work with him. We did one mission together, weren't even in the same area, and I still ended up yelling at him (in my defense, he screwed up and cost us Dottie).

So Chief Thompson did a good job of keeping us on separate missions. He told me one night that it helped that he was a bit less indispensable than me. I'm still not totally convinced he didn't just tell me that to make me feel good.

I finally sat back at my desk and worked on the files for the last mission we finished (failed) yesterday. Another Dottie one. It was getting more annoying than anything that we had yet to capture her. This game had been going on for months, although it felt more like years.

As I finalized the file and got ready to get it down to the file room, Peggy came in the office, and that's when I realized she was late. Very late. But she was on a mission.

Slung over her shoulder was a brown leather bag and she was pulling something out of it. She came up to my desk, and I expected her to ask me to follow her somewhere, but instead, she pulled my wheeled-chair away from my desk and over to hers.

Other agents looked over to what was going on, but no one focused for too long. Except for Martinez. He kept staring, and with one hard glare from me, he finally looked away.

Peggy stopped moving me when we got to her desk and sat down in the chair that I was now sitting beside. "Peg, what is going on," I whispered to her.

She started pulling things out of her bag and setting them out on her desk, placing a camera down as well.

"I think I have a lead on Dottie," she whispered back. Someone shifted in front of us and we looked up. Daniel was trying his hardest to act like he wasn't listening in.