miss federal beuro of investigation (color au)

1 : eight a.m.

black pencil skirt. white collared blouse. white pumps and the black blazer.

keys, check. phone, check. charger, check. notebook, check. files, check. bag, check. wallet, check. and, what am I missing...? water bottle...check.

"okay....that's everything." locking the door as she walked out of the light gray apartment and the phone rang.

"Hello, Cynthia speaking," she tried to talk calmly as she rushed down the stairs to her car while trying not to trip.
"Cyn, honey, I was just going to wish you good luck on your first day of work!" her mother chirped, how could someone be so peppy at seven in the morning?
"Thank you Mom, I'm about to drive, so I have to go but I appreciate it," placing the keys into the silver car and turning down the radio.
"Okay, bye hun, and hey, be happy! You might find your color today, you never know," sigh.
"I don't need to find my color to be happy, I'm not going over this again."
"I know, but when I met you're father it changed my life making me so happy, and colors are so pretty... but maybe it's a good thing you havnt found him yet, when the colors leave it..." she heard the heartbreak in her mom's voice...it's been five years and losing dad is still hard for her, losing her color hurt.
"Mom, I love you, but I'm late, and you know I can't walk and chew gum at the same time, I'll talk to you later, love you, bye."
with a forced happy tone, "Okay, love you too, bye honey, have fun!"

-

whats wrong with not having found my soulmate yet? the only real problem with living without color was having to pay attention to patterns such as driving, all of the signs were a metallic gray, the roads had to be black and the lines white for you to see them as they fade. stop lights you had to pay attention to, solid for go, blinking for stop, and no light for yield. and matching clothes, because apparently some shades of gray arnt the same color to married people, and it looks wierd to them. it was difficult, it would be worse if It wasn't normal for most everyone to see in black and white.

it's not like I havnt tried to find him, blind dates, dating sites, "putting myself out there", maybe I just don't have one. maybe I am meant to be alone, forever. that would be that bad though, would it? no "where do your want to eat" arguments, or petty fights, or snuggling ... or goodmorning texts... phone calls ... hm, maybe ... maybe having a soulmate wouldn't be too bad ... I wouldn't mind seeing in color... it would be pretty, fun, new, interesting ... falling in love world be that bad ... right?

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don't trip don't trip don't trip
don't stutter don't stutter don't stutter

"Cynthia James! you're here, almost late but here,"
"Hi Jacob, are you my your guide?"
"Basically. the CEO is out sick," a sigh of relief left, if she screwed up today, he wouldn't be there to fire her.
"Thank God."

Jacob walked her to her cubicle, all that was in there was a desk, a computer, file organizer, outlet port. all cubicles identical except for a few photos, sticky notes, and files. it was all boring in its shades of grey, black, and white.

"So this is your office," he chuckled,
"Basically you sit here, monitoring your assigned person and taking notes on everything, but put all searches, sites, people they associate with, and any red flags, under the file labeled "important" but make sure to put their i.d. at the top of every paper, scan the paper after they fall asleep or after your shift in the room down the hall and lock the files when you leave. the only way you could screw up is if you lie on an important factor, leave them unmonitered for over one minute and thirty seconds, come in too late, don't let your partner know of any complications, or if you break the computer, im sure you'll be fine. Welcome to the f.b.i. Miss Jones."

this is overwhelming.

those theories, of the government watching your every move...are true, and she has been assigned to a person.

Amanda Park
d.o.b.: 4/8/92
26, years of age as of 2017.
height : 5'8,
hair: brunette,
eyes: black/brown
parents: John and Debbie Park
status: color blind.
1284 country meadows kvc, dth, u.s.a.
father deceased, grief caused no long term effects.
no health problems.
associates degree of science from unckm

Amanda, from her profile, seemed nice. she has owned four dogs, lucky, boxer, taco, george; an odd arrangement of names but they fit the dogs personalities. she grew up in the middle of no where, fun and sweet but only had a small circle until college, where she flew solo due to her passion of the liberal arts and the need to study.

there were pictures attached, one for each year of school, and instructions on how to find every photo of her ever taken in the system.

Cyn was told the computer linked to her phone would turn on ar exactly 8 a.m., when Amanda alarm would turn on and she had to wake up.

7:56
7:57
7:58
7:59 Cyn put in the ear buds to listen to the audio connected to Amanda's phone,
8:00
alarm blared.
"fuck that's loud," Cyn whispered turning down the volume.
she watched intently as the only thing on her screen was the ceiling of a bedroom. and then a hand came into view and turned off the alarm, picked up the phone, and showed a pale, almost white, dark haired girl, with warm cheeks and bright colored stud earrings. a earthy sweater and vivid walls, warm sweet comforter with matching pillows. the file was wrong though, her eyes were brighter than black.

and with amazement and awe, "color." she whispered.