Detecting Love (ENEMIES TO LOVERS-DETECTIVES)

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝟏: 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓲𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 (𝓔𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓻)

I always thought that detectives were like Batman. Sleep during the day, strike during the night to protect the city from very bad people. But for me that was not the case. In my quiet office, I was preoccupied with a world of my own. On my computer was a very long and accurate report which highlighted all my findings in a case regarding one of the U.S. most wanted, Samuel Rodrigues Mundini. Charged for smuggling and distributing illegal substances as well as multiple offenses of money laundering. With beautifully organized and detailed accounts of the investigation labeled from a to z, outlining all the documented evidence, witness statements, and my actions throughout the case. I remained seated busy typing away with a sea of papers scattered around me, claiming their place on my desk.

Although truly tedious and exhausting, this is my job, working for the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Washington D.C. Although, only 33 to an average person, becoming a special agent is not the first idea you would normally have. Considering the factors involved like stress, emotional and physical well being, constant pressure and demand. For me those where long gone by the time I received a better and shiny badge that read SPECIAL AGENT ELEANOR BRANSON. It was seriously an upgrade compared to my last one, which looked like a piece of bent up recycled metal.

I guess my passion towards forensics began when I watched Scooby Doo. I was at the cinema with a friend and their mom, and I remember being fascinated by the adventures, clues that where uncovered, to then finally catching the bad guys. I so wanted to be Daphne. As lame as it sounds, it sparked my little 11 year old self and the day I came home I told my parents I was going to become the next member of Mystery Incorporated. Easier said than done I kept my promise. And from there on out, my unsettling determination to become a detective was born. All the way to middle school, high school and college I was drowning in A's and a GPA of 4.0, which is pretty darn good if I do say so myself.

The first day I walked into agency I realized quickly that I wanted to go home. It was not like the fantasy wonderland I created in my head and nurtured. It was the exact opposite. I couldn't just turn around and walk out, it would have been too much, all the weekends spent studying while my friends partied, the emails I sent to my supervisor and professor's chasing them for review, all the night's I cried over final exams, my teenage years and time to experience where gone. Yet I willingly chose to give up those things to chase my dream. For the next eight years I kept busting my ass to the reality of what I had gotten myself into and what I dreamed of becoming since a little girl. It indeed took a lot of my patience, emotional and physical well being.

I remained at my desk unmoving knowing I would probably be sitting here for another few hours till my perfectionate self can make up her mind, on whether or not I will be done. Until a notification pulled me out of my prolonged trance. It was my bestfriend Janet.

Janet: I'm waiting for you outside.

Eleanor: What? Why?

Janet: It's Friday you know what that means! Our girl dinner!

Eleanor: Oh right. J, I'm sorry but I can't make it today. I'm still imprisoned in my cell.

Janet: I can wait. How long you have left?

Eleanor: J, really I have to submit this report, and all I have been doing is changing the font. You can go without me.

Janet: Are you sure?

Eleanor: Yes of course! Go have fun. 😊

Janet: Alright but don't feel bad when I tell you I spotted a cute hot guy.

Eleanor: Lmao, I won't.

I chuckled quietly at the message Janet sent. I don't exactly remember how our friendship started or why, maybe over an artist album? Or when we were disappointed when Matt, another of our coworkers did not bring cake at a Friday meeting when it was his turn. We just call him Matt from the department. It was that day, that we went out for dinner and ever since it has slowly become a Fridays special.

Just as I'm about to get back to my report, someone knocks on my door.

"Come in". I say while rubbing my eyes at how bright my laptop is. The door opened revealing a tall woman dressed in a classy all black business attire with slicked blond hair put up into a ponytail.

"Ms. Branson, Special Agent in Charge Miller would like to speak with you".

I would have locked the door because certainly the room, let alone how I looked, was clearly far from her standards. As I realized my poorly executed attempt to look like the job I signed up for with my slowly decaying black dress pants (worn ridiculously too much), off white satin button down with a very noticeable ketchup stain which has been there for god knows how long. Basic wavy brown hair that falls to my shoulders and red lipstick that fades away after 5 minutes. Instead I could be mistaken for one of those posing Ad accountants plastered on the big billboards on highways who put a thumbs up and a CALL US TODAY!

"Of course I will be with him, Thank you". I replied and the beautiful woman disappeared.

An email notification poped up on the side of my screen.

Today, 7:59 PM

FROM: theodore.miller@fbiNY.com

TO: eleanor.branson@fbiNY.com

SUBJECT: IMPORTANT

Dear Eleanor,

Please see me at my office as soon as possible. 16th floor room 153B

Regards,

Theodore Miller, SAC

Federal Bureau Of Investigation

Staring at his email contemplating Miller's thought process of having to send someone over to come and tell me to see him along with his email 0.2 seconds after that person left expressing that he needs me. Is first of all over the top and something I need to do from now on. Rushing through adding the final touches to the report which really did not need anymore. I submitted it to my supervisors and was up on my feet to the 11th floor room 153B.

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