Agent Kelly Tomlinson

Thirty Eight

I stormed into the London Police Department with the envelope and magazine article clutched tightly in my hand. Brianna was sitting behind the front desk, startled by my entrance and stopped what she was doing, which looked like falling asleep in front of the computer.

"Agent Kelly," She stuttered trying to rub the wrinkles out of her clothes. "I - I didn't know you were coming."

I slapped the envelope down on the counter. "I need you to get this to forensics. Have them look for thumbprints, hair, DNA, and a writing analysis. I don't care what it is, I need something off of this paper. Okay?"

Brianna nodded feverishly and stumbled out of her chair and jogged down the hall. "Move!" She even yelled at some of her coworkers walking out of the coffee break room. If I was in any other mood, I would have laughed.

I stomped through the halls and up to the third floor. I ignored the odd looks that many officers were giving me and barged into Davis's office. He looked up from his paper work shocked by my intrusion. But when he noticed that it was just me, he calmed down slightly and didn't look surprised. He looked annoyed.

"Agent Kelly. They didn't teach you how to knock at agency school?" I clenched my teeth together to hold myself back from screaming in his face. He sighed when he didn't get a reaction from me other than a look that could kill. He sat back in his seat and folded his hands on his stomach. "Look. I've done everything you've asked. I took a step back and let you handle the situation the way you wanted it done. I'm following your orders, and even though it kills me to do so, I've tried keeping my complaints to a minimum. So what could be your problem now?"

"We're running out of time. I need patrols outside of all members of One Direction's homes 24/7. They need to be discreet. The boys can't know that they're being protected. We've been getting soft - me included - and we've wasted time."

Davis had the audacity to smirk at me. "Oh. Did Miss Perfect screw up?"

I leaned over his desk, cocking my jaw and glared at the old man. The look on my face broke his cocky facade slightly and he gulped. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again. I swear the next time you even think about using that tone with me, I will make sure you're out of a job for the rest of your life." Davis scoffed and I did everything in my power to restrain myself from punching him in the face. I glanced over his desk at the family picture of him and his wife. In the picture he was wearing a wedding ring, but now his finger was bare. The picture on his desk indicated he was still married, but the naked finger told me he was hiding it from his peers...or someone else. "Not a big enough threat for you? Okay, let me try again. Disrespect me like that again and I'll pay your wife a visit and tell her all about the young mistress you've been banging instead of going home to her." This time, Davis's face fell. "I'm guessing she works here, right?"

He swallowed. "You wouldn't."

"I think you underestimate me. Always have. Would you like me to change your mind?" He didn't answer. "That's what I thought. Get the patrols out, assign shifts, and do your damn job."

**

I went to the gun range next to blow off some steam. I started with your average revolver, moving onto a heavier hand gun, shot gun, and then a sniper. I never missed my human shaped target. I aimed and hit at the head, chest, stomach, and mid neck. I pictured the man behind King's Exchange. If it weren't for him, people wouldn't be missing and my boyfriend's and brother's life wouldn't be on the line.

By the time my sniper ran out of bullets, I was panting from an adrenaline rush and was sweating from the hot concrete cave I was in at the agency's shooting range. I ripped off my glasses and head gear and smacked them on the table in front of me. I inhaled deeply and passed the supervisor my weapon.