You're Not Going To Believe This

Chapter one: Pilot

January was always cold in Washington, colder here than it had been at Berkeley. But, then again, after five years in Quantico this cold had become such a normal thing. Cross had once told him that he should pray to god for winter to become much warmer. Allen walked forward, moving through the crowds of other FBI agents that filled the hallway near the assistant director's office. He hated this, after three years working with criminal and cyber, working mindless hours with video encryption, code encryption and white collar crimes. He didn't understand, why the Bureau had decided to change his position.

He entered the room only to have his nose assaulted by the smell of cheap cigarette smoke. The man quickly put it out when he saw Allen walk into the room.

"Have a seat," the man said.

"Have I done something wrong?" Allen asked.

"No nothing at all. Cigarette?"

"No thank you, I don't smoke," Allen responded politely. "If you don't mind me being so blunt sir, why have you called me here today?"

"I have a job for you. Currently only one person working full time on the unsolved cases division because, well, you can't do much with unsolved cases," the assistant director said.

"And why do they need my assistance?"

"I was thinking that your computer expertise would be useful in dealing with these kinds of cases. The two of you could organize the unsolved files and connect any loose ends. But in truth, it's an attempt to keep that man in line."

"So I'm an over glorified babysitter," he muttered, trying to mask the disappointment dripping in his voice. "To be frank sir, did i do something to offend you, Assistant Director?"

The assistant director almost chuckled. "Nothing. But your expertise would be useful in this situation."

Allen now found himself trudging down to basement of the FBI building, half his items sticking out of a cardboard box. He muttered half complaints as he made it towards the door of his new office. He knocked on it with the tip of his foot only to find the door was open and he pushed in.

"Hello?" Allen called out.

"Welcome to hell," a man said, hidden behind stacks and stacks of paper.

"Hell? More like a tree graveyard."Allen said walking into the room trying not to push over any of the stacks of paper.

The man gave a chuckle. "You're funny, so who did you piss off so much they sent you down to the boiler room?" His head popped out over the stack of papers.

There he was. A familiar shaggy messy, haired man with dark eyes staring at him. The smug look fading as Allen almost dropped the box he was holding in dismay.

Nea Campbell.

"YOU FUCKER!" Were the only words that could leave Allen's mouth at that moment.

"I should be saying that to you! Wasn't it bad enough that your were under my shadow all through the academy! Now you've had to get yourself demoted to be under my great shadow once again!" Nea began to spout rather proudly.

"First, hold the phone," Allen said, "under your shadow? Last I checked your scores were always under mine. Second, i didn't get demoted. The A.D. sent me down here to babysit your ass.'

The smug look fell off Nea's face as he glared with pure spit at Allen. He walked around the stacks of papers towards Allen only to attempt to shove him out.

"Leave," was the only thing the purple haired man said as he began to push Allen with all his force.

"No!" Allen planted his feet in the doorway, forcing himself toward the room.