Badges & Criminals

Capitolo 5

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My desk phone rang once more but once again I refused to answer it, letting whoever was calling finally get tired and hang up. The phone began ringing again not even ten seconds after whoever had previously called hung up.

Garcia looked up at me from his seat across from me, a look of annoyance present on his face.

"Are you going to get that?" He exploded, his eyebrow twitching from his anger.

I looked up with a blank look and made eye contact with my partner, who practically had steam billowing from his ears, but just shook my head as I went back to my reports. My phone suddenly cut off mid-ring causing Garcia and I to share a brief look with one another.

"Detective." I turned around and saw one of the newbie officers making her way toward me and I raised a brow as my form of acknowledgement. "You have a visitor."

I leaned back to get a glance at who she was pointing at but as soon as I caught sight of a man with straight, bottle red hair, I immediately turned back toward my desk.

"Thank you Mendoza,"I said tersely.I made a gesture to dismiss her and she thankfully understood.

"Well?" Garcia asked with a brow raised.

"'Well' what?" I snapped. He furrowed his brows in confusion before he decided to respond.

"Aren't you going to see your visitor?" I shot him a glare but ignored him otherwise, letting a heavy silence settle between us.

"Uh, Montes?"

"What?" I muttered angrily.

"You might want to go see that visitor of yours," he advised.

I stopped what I was doing and leaned across my desk toward him. "Or what?" I challenged with a dangerous tone, daring him to test me.

"Or I'll just come to you myself."

I froze at the sound of the voice behind me. I slowly turned around and looked up at my eldest brother, Derek Montes-Vargas. He was twenty eight years old but still fooled around with men and women like he was a damn senior in high school and had a laid back attitude when it came to most things. But despite the carefree older brother character that he portrays, he was someone to fear and I knew it.

He forced a smile onto his face, one that didn't reach his eyes. How did I know? Well, he was glaring at me like he was trying to decide whether he wanted to carve my soul out or just rip it out with his bare hand.

"You made me wait for twenty-five minutes," he pointed out. I glanced at my watch and merely shrugged at the time.

"I had reports to do," I informed him. It was true, not that I was going to do said reports right now.

Derek let out a humorless laugh and I suddenly became wary, knowing that his attitude could suddenly take a turn for the worse. He narrowed his eyes at me and in the blink of an eye, he slammed his foot down onto my chair in between my legs while simultaneously making my heart rate spike.

Derek bent down to eye level and spoke so quietly that only I was able to hear him."Father wants you home."

I scoffed at that and shoved his foot off of my seat before swiveling around. "I haven't been home in nearly nine years and all of a sudden he's asking me to come home?"