Intercept ~ {TVD/Eye Candy Crossover/AU}

Part {1/?}

I pretend to type on my keyboard trying to concentrate on the conversation that is being held by Sergeant Shaw and Tommy Calligan.

"I make the orders around here, not you! I need someone fresh, someone who looks vulnerable-What!-Well, what are you waiting for, Christmas? Get on it! Listen Detective, I appreciate your opinion but you have no authority to speak against my decisions. LINDY SAMPSON!" Sergeant Shaw yells abruptly.
Wait a second, that's my name! My vision immediately adjusts to the screen in front of me, pulling in my complete focus. What the hell! The file is filled with the entire alphabet in mix match order.

"Lindy, get your ass in my office. Now!" I nod hysterically. Hold on, am I in trouble? But how? I've been minding my own business all morning. I'm innocent, I swear!

I stand up frowning at my computer screen. Let's hope no one thinks I'm slacking. I leave my seat and meander through the angry, screaming mob crowding the front desk. Today appears more busy than any other day I've worked here in the NYPD Cyber Crimes Unit.

"Lindy, get your slow ass in here!" Shaw shouts over the group of loud cops standing outside of her office. I scoot inside the room and close the door behind me. It's much quieter, at least for now.

"You wanted to see me?" No shit Sherlock, but it was either that or "Yes, Sergeant. Shaw. Reporting for duty." Raising a salute. Though I wouldn't put it past her to eventually order everyone under her finger to do that. She certainly enjoys people knowing who's boss.
That is actually one thing I do admire about her.
.
She furrows her eyes with flaring nostrils.
"Sit down." She points and I follow, listening like a trained puppy.

"How long have you worked here?" She asks even though she clearly has my file laying on her desk under her bony elbows.

"No more than five months, I believe." That was a pure guess, I have no idea. So much has happened within my time working with these cops that I've already started to lose track of time, not to mention my social life.

"And do you enjoy working here at the Cyber Unit?"

What kind of a question is that to ask someone who has risked her life numerous times for complete strangers. And may I mention I could have died in each of those cases, and yet you're asking me this!

"Yeah," I'll admit it, I like living the crazy unpredictable life, especially now that I've got the taste for it. The only part I find tough though is not being able to hang out with my friends as much as I used to. I barely see George unless I have a proposition for him, even though he loves it when it involves invading discrete high technology, it's a thrill to know you can actually get into deep shit if you get caught. Now that I work in the Cyber Unit, I can almost get away with doing what I do best, which is my trait for hacking. I'm not going to deny the fact that I'm the best at what I do and class myself as a professional hacker, and during my time searching for my Sister, Sara, who in all intents and purposes got me into where I am now, unintentionally of course. While I went five years looking for her non-stop, going undercover, falling in love with- I could go on but it's a long and quite frankly, an unbearable story that I choose to bury in the past. What was I saying?

And going back to friends; although Sophia is my room-mate, we only cross paths early mornings or during late evenings when we're both exhausted from work, barely able to stay up and watch anything together anymore. I can't remember the last time we had one of our little junk food, movie nights!

"Good. Good." She mutters under her breath, looking through those loose pieces of papers, sprawled out across her desk. Okey dokey Commander Shaw, I just saw my picture, you know the one your men took when you arrested me. Yeah, that one. You may stop with the twenty questions now and answer them for yourself, missy!

"Am I getting fired?" I blurt out, what else am I to think. I feel like I'm being interrogated or something, or something, maybe I'm exaggerating but can this woman just hurry up and get to the damn chase. She's making me anxious. I need to clear up that mess I left on my computer screen. I can only imagine a crowd guffawing and mocking "Who let dopey in." I take in an inaudible sigh as Sergeant Shaw continues to sit in silence.

"Okay," She claps the folder shut, snapping me out of my trance.

"I see that you're a young, courageous woman who likes a challenge." I knew there was a catch, why else would I be sitting here in her office. It certainly wasn't to bond, that's for sure.

I can't tell if Sergeant Shaw likes me or considers me a burden, but by the expression she's giving me it looks like she'll rethink her opinion about me if I say yes to whatever obvious favor she is about to ask.

"I have been given this case that I believe will be perfect for you, though Tommy has kindly told me otherwise. But between you and me," She leans in over her desk to whisper. "he thinks you won't be able to handle such a difficult case like this." She raises her brows.
I see what she's doing, and it's working.

Has Tommy suffered from brain damage within these past few weeks?! He and I have been through hell and back and now he's going behind my back telling Miss Sergeant here that he thinks I can't handle one simple case. How bad could it possibly be?

"Feel like proving Tommy wrong?" She smirks, and as I am about to slam my hand on the desk and yell "YOU BET!" The door kicked open and everything I had previously heard before entering the office made its way around the room.

"Catherine, don't patronize Lindy." Tommy shouts as he closes the door, though I would prefer it being left open for my safety sake. By the tone of Tommy's voice, he is pissed off.

"Who said anything about patronizing anyone? Lindy and I are just having a private conversation, hence why my door was closed." I have never met such a mischievous person in my life!

However, that still didn't change the fact that Tommy told her that I'm practically not right for this particular job they seem so overpowered by.

"Can someone explain what the hell is going on?" I stand up and glimpse at both Tommy and Shaw.

"It's too dangerous-" He begins but is quickly cut off by Sergeant Shaw who is holding up her palm signaling a stop sign. She pulls back from her seat and goes through an open draw, landing a brown folder over to my side of the desk.

"Malachai Parker is a relentless killer, and by the looks of things he doesn't have a motive or at least nothing that shows any kind of connection to each of his chosen victims. He's also careless of where he leaves his victims bodies, but is smart enough to not leave any traces of DNA behind."
Wait just a second, that's it! All this aggravation just to find out that this case is no different from any of the other cases I've cracked. Maybe that blow to the head from Bubonic really got to Tommy. I take a minute to think. Okay, maybe I'm in way over my head here but I actually have full confidence that I am able to do this. To catch this guy. This Malachai Parker.

I peer over my shoulder to find Tommy staring back with that glare of uncertainty. I glance back at Sergeant Shaw and nod.

"Put me on."

"What! No! Lindy, you have no idea the kind of mess you're getting yourself into."

"Tommy, Lindy has made up her mind. Give her some credit for that." Huh? What does she mean by that?

"Excuse me?" I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You've actually made this decision on your own. Congratulations." I'm speechless and with all honesty, confused. This woman is not only mischievous but she definitely knows how to play mind games, unless that's the same thing- Damn! She's good.