Dangerous Deception

Ch. 1: Wrong place, wrong time

       I got out of the elevator and made my way to the bullpen, holding a cup of Cappuccino.

      "Agent Reyes!"

      I turned to see who called, "I thought for a minute that you weren't gonna answer," he said, panting.

      "Why? Am I needed?," I asked him.

      "Not really, just that your bestie needs help in handling some drug dealers," he replied. Groaning, I continued walking. He trailed closely.

      "What is it this time Mark," I asked.

      "Oh well, last night some drug dealers were caught in a local area along with a woman we think is part of them," he replied.

      "But?"

      "She insisted that she was not because she just happened to be there at the wrong time. You know, wrong place, wrong time and whatnot. So we did a background check on her and she came out clean," he said.

      "Okay, so let her go if she got nothing on her," I said. it was just that simple.

     "Well. . .," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

     "What now?"

     "We wanted to be sure she's telling the truth, so we decided to run tests.The problem is, she's making a huge fuss about it in the last two hours and still doesn't want to comply," he said.

     I sighed. "Where is she?"

     "We had her detained," he said. I groaned.

     Looking at the cup in my hand, I contemplated on drinking the coffee real quick cause that would make me feel less moody on a morning like this, but looking at Mark pouting and batting his eye lashes made me change my mind.

      I chuckled, "Okay but you owe me two cups of cappuccinos,"

     "Deal."

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      As we neared the door to the room they held her in, we heard a woman shouting at whoever that's in there.

     "Ma'am, we understand. . ."

     "Oh do you? Cause I really think you don't understand the fact that I will not be used as a test for some project!"

     "We're not. . ."

     "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU GUYS DO! Just get me out of here!"

     I turned and looked at Mark. He shrugged. Great, one crazy lady to deal with. This is going to be a long day.

      I pushed the door, entering inside. Mark following closely behind. Good, cause I want someone to be here when things get messy. She might be crazy, but I'm crazier.

      The officer inside looked at me, silently begging. I nod at him and he dashed out, muttering a 'thank you'. Looks like she gave him a mini panic attack, okay I'll give her that.

      The woman was blonde and had blue eyes, she was around 5'6, which was a bit short compared to my 6 foot frame. She turned and the angry features were replaced with a cheerful smile so quickly you'd doubt she was the same person that almost made a man shit in his pants. Okay scratch what I said before, she's crazier.

      "Hello officers," she said. "Finally here to get me out?"

      "We're not here to get you out, as a matter of fact we. . ."