The Sons

Untitled Part 1

Claustrophobia. The fear of being in closed or small space or room and having no escape. That's exactly how I'm feeling right now. Too many people around me and no escape what so ever, and the buzz of people and cars passing by was not helping at all. When they tell you that New York was a crowded city, I did not believe it, until now. To make it all worse I'm completely lost and it's raining cats and dogs.

It has been a big change me moving from the small town in Ohio to the Big Apple but I had to take this opportunity. I had a job offer to work with the most famous detective known, Alaric Peterson. I can still remember the letter I was sent, thanks to my photographic memory and all. My family was excited for me and also hesitant to let me come to a city where I did not know anyone, but after a lot of pleading they let me come. I moved to a one bedroom apartment in the not so good nor bad side of New York but it'll have to do. According to the address my apartment was three blocks from the police station but I've been looking for the bloody building for about fifteen minutes and still no luck.

After two more miles of walking, I finally found the dreaded building. The building was like any other, except this one had the word 'Police' written on top of it and had cops and crooked men coming in and out. I took a deep breath and went inside.

If the outside seemed infested with cops and criminals, the inside was an entropy. People walking from side to side, yelling back and forth and criminals causing rampage. After my initial shock, I approached a woman, who seem unoccupied at the moment.

"Hi, excuse me." I tapped on her shoulder. She turned around and her frown turned into a smile.

She was pretty and I felt self-conscious right then and there. Her loose mid back curly brown hair made her electric blue eyes pop. She has a dark blue polo shirt, that showed her figure, and dark skinny jeans. While she looked comfy, I looked like I was off to some big adventure with my grey tank top, dark brown leather jacket, blue jeans, combat boots and my strawberry blond hair in a high ponytail with my bangs almost covering my emerald green eyes.

"Hi. How can I help you?" she said, breaking my train of thoughts.

"Yes. I'm looking for Alaric Peterson. I'm Emilia Anderson-" she cut me off.

"Oh. You must be Alaric's partner then. My name is Octavia Peterson, I'm his little sister." She said way to cheerfully. "Come. I'll take you to him." She took my wrist and dragged me to the far side of the office.

We made it to the end, where there was a blond haired guy with blue eyes leaning on a desk talking to someone that had his back to us and was sitting on a squeaky chair. The blond looked up and sent a loving smile my way. Correction, Octavia's way and she returned it.

"Guys. This is Emilia Anderson. Emilia this is Eros Scott, my boyfriend and our boss." She gestured to the blond guy, who noded at me and in return I sent him a small smile. " And this is Alaric Peterson. My brother and your partner." She kicked the chair where the man was sitting on.

At that moment the man turned and HOLY JESUS. He was stunning, there was no denying that. His dark hair contrasted with his electric blue eyes. He has a five o'clock shadow and even thought he was sitting I could tell that he was taller than me. He was not skinny but not well built either, he was slim. I then adverted my eyes to his face and he had a smirk on his lips and mischievous gleam on his eyes and he was eating some Nerds.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." He boasted, in his gruff voice.

'Cocky much.' I thought.

"No it won't." I took my phone out and unlocked it."I only have 5% on my phone and it'll be a pity to waste it on you so..." I drawled out.

Octavia and Eros bursted out laughing, whereas Alaric was giving me a dirty look and I sent him a cheeky grin.

" Look here girly. I did not want a partner nor I need one. So why don't just do us a favor and go back to Ohio." he replied in a low threatening voice.

"First of all I don't take orders from you. You may not have wanted a partner but you got one so suck it up buttercup." I remarked bitterly.

He was about to make another arrogant comment I suppose, but Eros interrupted him. " Ok, children that's enough. Emilia, welcome to the team." He shook my hand and then he turned to Alaric and pointed a finger at him." And you better cross the Rubicon. You know why you got assigned a partner, so don't start."

Alaric rolled his eyes and put on a bright fake smile. " Oh my dear partner." He he said in a fake celebratory posh british accent. " This right here is your desk." He slapped the desk that was in front of him, the one Eros was leaning.

It was a plain grey desk with a PC and offices suplies. I made my way to it and took a seat on the chair, which also squeak. The desk had a smooth surface, with scratches here and there. I could feel Alaric's intense gaze following every move I made. Now I knew why he was great at his job, he payed attention to everything and everyone.

"So...." drew out Octavia, trying to get her brother's attention with no luck whatsoever.

I looked up and made eye contact with him. I gazed into his eyes with total absorption. He had some dark spots in his blue eye and he had a thoughtful look, like he was trying to read me. He then lifted an eyebrow, daring me to tear my green eyes from his blue ones.

The ring of phone ended our little staring contest. We both then looked for the source of the noise and saw Eros walking away with the phone pressed to his ear.

" Fancy some nerds?" Asked Alaric with a cheeky grin.

I eyed him warily and stuck my hand out. They sweet and sour taste hit my mouth as soon as chewed on them. Alaric had a look in his face that I could not decipher and I was about to question him but Eros interrupted me.

"Looks like we have a murder." He said going to Octavia's side."You two go."

Alaric groan and stood up. " Let's go." He jerked his head towards the entrance.