Unidentified

Chapter 1

           "Excuse me, are you Chief Carlos Martinez?" A brown haired, green eyed young man said, knocking on an office door. "My name is Bryan Cozart. We spoke over the phone the other day about setting up an interview?" 

          "Ah yes, Cozart, come in. I've been expecting you."

          Bryan Cozart was a rather lean fellow with quite a bit of self confidence. He definitely wasn't built, but he was also nowhere near what one would consider scrawny. He had broad shoulders for his size and a confident jawline. His chocolatey brown hair was never longer than an inch or two anywhere on his head, and after a few years of trying desperately to grow some facial hair, he finally had a nicely groomed bit of stubble on his chin (this was probably the most he'd ever be able to get). Although, he'd probably look stunning and attractive no matter how his facial hair decided to sort itself.

          "So, Mister Cozart, tell me a bit about yourself." Now, the police chief was a big fella. Not big as in the police officer who eats a few too many donuts while on patrol kind of big, but big as in he could've been a body builder in another life. His white button-up only seemed to accentuate his muscles.

          "Well," Bryan began as he sat down in the black swivel chair in front of the chief's desk, setting his metallic briefcase on the floor beside him. "I graduated top of my class with a bachelor's degree in both criminal justice and law, and throughout college I shadowed on cases with many agencies and received first person experience with..."

          "No no no," Martinez suddenly shook his head with a slight grin on his face. "Tell me about you."

          "I... I'm not sure what you mean, Chief. I have my ID if you'd like to see that. I also have a copy of my diploma and proof of the cases I've worked on. They're just in my briefcase here." He gestured down to the floor, about to grab the metal case. Martinez then began laughing, shaking his head once again. He stood up from behind his desk, suddenly looming over the comparatively smaller Bryan.

          "That's quite alright, Cozart. I believe that you are who you say you are. In fact, I was planning to hire you no matter what your response was." A slight pause. "Well, your background check that we conducted previously checked out, but I still don't think I would've hired you if you had openly admitted to being a psychopath, but that's besides the point. It was all just a matter what what division I was going to put you in."

          "What division you were going to... put me in?" Bryan repeated in obvious confusion, still sitting in the slightly squeaky chair. "Chief, I can assure you that I am ready for investigative work."

          "I'm sure you are, Cozart, I'm sure you are. That is precisely why I'm assigning you to Detective Ashton. He'll help you figure out the ropes around here until you can walk on your own two feet."

          "But Chief!" Bryan stood up, pushing the chair back a foot or two. Making his way to Bryan's side of the desk, Martinez grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and turned him towards the door.

          "No buts about it. I'm your boss, so you have to follow my orders." He grabbed Bryan's briefcase as he started pushing him towards the exit. "You'll do as Detective Ashton tells you, but also don't let him push you around too much. You are expected to give me reports on all of your cases as well as your progress with Ashton, got it?"

          "Wait I..." Martinez cut him off with a very firm handshake.

          "Now off with you. Go find him. I'm sure you two will start to grow on each other." And with that, Martinez shoved Bryan out the door, handing him his briefcase and closing the door in his face, leaving the golden label Police Chief Carlos Martinez a mere two inches away.