Secrets, Lies,and Love

Chapter One

Alex's POV

"No! N-O spells no!"I slam my hands down on Washington's desk. His eyes lift to me and he pauses going through his paperwork,his glasses sit on the edge of his nose.

"What's the matter now Alexander?" He sighs and leans back in his chair.

"I refuse to work that magenta fucktard!" I snarl. He sighs and folds his hands over eachother.

"Alex, I know you wouldnt agree with this, but please make an effort to work with Mr. Jefferson." His eyebrows curl together. " I assure you that Mr. Jefferson is as enthused as you are and Im sure his suprevisor and him have had the same conversions over and over. But it's for  New York's best intrests, why work apart on the same case?"

"We can take over. We'll get done faster alone." I snarl and hands ball into fists." Without Mr. 'I went to Harvard because my parents could afford it '." Washington looks like he want to say something,yet he chooses against speakingand rubs his temples.

"Alex, please. Its final, we're not changing our minds. It's easier with thirty geniuses instead of ten." He looks at the paperwork. "Im sure John would love to hear your thoughts. "

I hiss and march out of the room, I slam the door after myself and stand inthe hall way. I grind my teeth and glare a hole through the wall.

"What's the matter short stuff?" John asks, he has a towel thrown over his shoulder and sweat pants on. He must be coming back from training.

"I could kick you ass." I remind him, he smiles and rolls his eyes.

"I was having an off day." He chuckles.  I nudge him in the ribs and he throws himself to the ground. "I'VE BEEN IMPALED!"

"What?" Peggy's head darts out from out of her office, she's our field medic. She looks genuinely worried.

"He's fine." I nudge him with my foot. " He's being over dramatic." John looks up at me and winks.

"I am our best undercover agent." He purrs as I pull him up." So I have had alot of acting practice."

"Yeah,yeah." I smile and  open my office, he leans in thd doorway. My office is a mess of papers fkung everywhere and God knows how old coffee cups.

"We need to burn this room, cleaning wont kill what's hidding in this room." He sighs and shakes his head. His eyes shine a soft gold in the low lighting, green playing amoung the gold. I laugh and look at him.

"And burn hunsreds of irreplaceable government files? Washington would have our heads on silver platters." I snort. He shrugs and smiles at me.

"Better then being murderd by that murder working its way through the sections?" He raises his eyebrows. I frown and look at the cork board on the wall, its covered in possible suspects and clues.

"The thing is, he's had a few civilians thrown in. And none if them are connected in anyway." I shake my head and rub my jaw.

"Any common  pasts. Same school, old work budies, birth year?" He runs a hand through his hair and studies the board.

"No, they all had dogs, but they all came from diffrent places." I sigh.

"Could thesuspect have worken with each pet distributor?" He cocks his head. I show John a picture of James Charles.

"All I found was him and he died way back in Nineteen eighty nine. Heart attack." He studies it and sighs.

"Who knows where he is now." John growls and looks outside, sirens dance the distance and horns blaire. There's a knock at the door and I put the picture away.

"Come in." Angelica pokes her head in. She's frowning and hair tied back in a tight bun.

"They're here." I look at John and he pulls on a sweatshirt, I push offthe desk silently and follow Angelica.