close to you - jim street

chapter 1

victoria's pov:

I woke up this morning nervous. I have never been nervous about work, not even when I first joined the BAU. Today felt different. I was about to walk into the LAPD and know 2 people. Commander Hicks and Daniel Harrelson. I heard Harrelson is going by Hondo now. 

I wasn't sure what to expect on Swat. It was very different compared to the FBI. The month that I spent training at the SWAT academy was way more difficult than training at the FBI academy. But I can handle anything, my resume is quite extensive. 

I did my usual routine. Got up, went for a jog, came back and showered, got ready, made coffee/breakfast, and left for HQ. I hadn't met anyone from 20-squad yet. Daniel wasn't even sure if I was going to be on 20-squad when I joined Swat. It was his idea for me to join anyway. The officer who was training me said that 20-squad is the best squad in Swat and I'd be lucky to join them. I have no concern that I won't fit in, it's just that I don't know if my training is the right kind of training for Swat. I'm a trained spy, I can go undercover at any moment and most of all,  I'm a profiler. I don't heist drug rings and take down many suspects at one time. I build profiles of serial killers and find them. 

The only thing I'm worried about is commander hicks. He has some "history" with my family and when I say family, I mean my mother. 

I found a beautiful apartment in downtown LA overlooking the whole city. Expensive, but work it. It's about a 10-minute drive to HQ, without traffic.  I probably should have picked something cheaper because I'm about to make well less money and things are a lot cheaper in Virginia, than in California. Another thing that I'm going to have to get used to is being called an officer, or maybe they will still call me an agent. I worked hard for the title of a special agent and don't want to go down to officer. Not that the officer is bad, it's just not Special Agent. 

Even though I had been training at Swat HQ for a month, I had only seen Daniel once. I was excited to see him and catch up. One of the reasons he had left the BAU was so he could be with his family more, so he moved to Los Angeles to be closer to his father and his sister, Winnie. I had met Winnie a few times and she was one of the nicest people. She was a director at an art museum, the last time we chatted. 

The only thing I had was my personal Glock and an ID with my name and picture on it. (quite a good picture of me, if I might add.) I also had my FBI badge. I was waiting for my police badge and issued gun but for now, mine is going to have to do. I hope I don't need to use it from the walk to my car in the morning and the walk into HQ. 

I was wearing black dress pants, a white button-down long sleeve, and carrying a black blazer over my arm, along with my Louis Vuitton tote bag and YSL shoulder bag. Loubitons on my feet. The one thing about me is I'm always going to be the best dressed, even when catching serial killers. 

I scanned my bag on a keypad connected to huge metal doors and they swung open. I walked down a dark hallway and was greeted by a room full of workout equipment. There was everything you would ever need in there. There was also a boxing ring with two people inside of it. Women in her mid-30s, with black hair, a bob cut, and medium height. A man in his mid-30s also has black hair and is tall. She was punching into his hands. "Two more, Chris, keep it going." He said. She hit him two more times, then backed away from him, breathing heavily. 

Another guy came around the corner wearing a muscle tee. He was tall, handsome, and very muscular. He had light brown hair and dimples. He looked like he had to have been in a frat in college. "Can anyone tell me where Harrelson is?" I say quite loudly, catching their attention. "Hondo?" The man in the ring says, "I'm not sure where he is right now." I nod. 

"Who are you?" The woman, says, surprised by my presence. "Sorry, I should have introduced myself, my name-" I begin but am cut off. 

"This my friends is a woman who needs no introduction," A man's voice says from behind me. I turn around quickly to see Daniel walk around the corner. I squeal and run towards him. He lifts me up and spins me around in the air. "Victoria fucking Bentley, how are you." He says holding me.