By 2am Joanne was in a taxi on the way to Heathrow, Michelle her friend from university was moving in to the apartment because she had just broken up with her boyfriend and he had kicked her out of their apartment, so she was going to live there until she got back on her feet. She was due to meet up with the director of the FBI at the airport so he could show her to her apartment and give her a brief of the case that she had been assigned to. She quickly made her way through the security and found herself on the plane ready to go within forty five minutes, as the plane took off she put her headphones on and began listening to one of her favourite mixtapes that she had made it consisted of: Bon Jovi, Skid row, Manic street preachers, and Motley Crue. The cassette hadn't even finished the first side when she fell asleep.
William H Webster the acting director of the FBI stayed at the office until midnight, he had to drive to the airport at 3am to pick up the interpol agent that has been sent for the Lake Sammamish murder case. Agent Joanne Taylor's file had been faxed over by her supervising agent in the UK, William had been so busy all day in conferences, meetings, and running through active cases that were being investigated that he hadn't had the chance to read the file yet. He took a seat in his plush leather chair, a large cup of coffee placed in front of him. He opened up the file to see a photograph of a woman much similar to his daughter; she had long brown hair that had been scraped back off her face, a small button nose, she had striking green eyes with flecks of amber in them. The similarities between the agent and his daughter stopped there, however at a brief glance he thought it could've been her, except this woman had applecheeks and a wide smile. William sighed at the photograph, there was so much innocence in her grin, her eyes were vibrant and her head was held high- these were things that the job would eventually take away from her, like it had to him.
When he started at the FBI he believed that there was good in everyone and that the world wasn't a horrible place, after working within the bureau for twenty years he knew that the darkness eclipses the light in the world, and that deep down everyone is capable of horrible things. His shoulders and head used to be held high, but now the weight of the world seems to sit on them, this job took everything from him. His wife left him, taking their daughter with her eleven years ago, so he dug deeper into his job and before he realised it there was no way for them to work past it, if he had nipped this problems in the bud there was a chance he would still have a family, but he was naive then, that mistake seemed to haunt him.
Reading Agent Taylors file was impressive, she excelled at university and earned herself a masters degree in criminology and psychology, she did an apprenticeship with the metropolitan police part time while she was at university and then she applied for an apprenticeship with interpol at age twenty and has been working there ever since. The file also contained detailed reports from the cases she worked to close, each report was extremely thorough which was what her boss had noted when he recommended her.
After several cups of coffee William got in his maroon chevrolet caprice and set off on the twenty minute drive to the airport. When he arrived he made his way to the arrivals lounge and stood amongst the crowd of people eagerly waiting to greet people, after a few minutes a huge swarm of people seemed to stampede into the lounge, William stepped aside to allow a group to pass him after another few moments the crowd had dispersed he spotted a tall brunette in the distance he made his way over to her and noticed she was struggling with her large suitcase, he tapped her on the shoulder gently and she jumped slightly,
"Agent Taylor?" He asked she seemed to relax a little, before nodding, "Hello, I'm William Webster- I'm very grateful that you came." He offered to take her suitcase but she shook her head.
"It's okay I'll take it, it's pretty heavy. I should be thanking you, I am so honoured to have the opportunity to be here." She gave him a small smile, "Is there somewhere here that I can get a cup of coffee? I'm exhausted." He nodded and lead her to a small cafe just near the main entrance to the airport, she ordered a shot of espresso and he ordered water, if he had any more caffeine he would probably have a heart attack.
Once the two had bought their drinks William insisted on taking Joanne's suitcase and lead her to his car. As he drove her to her apartment he asked her about her life in the UK and what inspired her to work in such a dark line of work, he was shocked to hear that the reason she began working with criminal psychology was because her parents had been a modern day Bonnie and Clyde, until they were arrested after Joanne's grandma had tipped off the police of their whereabouts. He wanted to ask her more about her family but he noticed her discomfort talking about them, so he swiftly switched the topic of conversation to the case she was here to work.
Upon arrival at the apartment which was formerly an FBI safehouse, William lead Joanne in and handed over the keys, she had invited him to stay for a while because she had questions about the protocol in the FBI, her biggest concern was guns, she had never handled one and didn't want to start using one now.
"I just really hate guns, from what I have read isn't it protocol for agents to be carrying at all times?" She asked, he picked up on a hint of anger in her voice. Slowly, he nodded,
"I'm afraid all agents must be carrying, meet me at the office tomorrow and we can discuss it further, you need to get your sleep now, we will also arrange a vehicle for you. I'll see you in the morning agent Taylor." She nodded,
"Good night sir."
Once he left and she locked the door she didn't even bother to get changed, she threw herself on the bed dramatically and as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
Joanne stood beside her parents, or the people she imagined to be her parents. In front of them on the floor laid three bodies, each one had a single gunshot to the head- execution style- her father patted her on the shoulder,
"See kiddo, you're a natural- it's in your DNA." She shook her head and looked down at her hands, her left hand was clutching a semi-automatic pistol. Quickly she dropped it to the ground, "Joanne pick it up. We have more work to do." She shook her head and tears blurred her vision, she saw her mother pick up the gun and shove it towards her,
"No." her mother shoved the gun to her harder this time, causing it to hit her in the chest, "No!" Joanne cried.
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Glorified G // Eddie Vedder
Fanfiction1991 Seattle, three women have been murdered now the Seattle branch of the FBI are requesting the help of Interpol, the young Interpol agent Joanne Taylor finds herself been sent from the UK to America to help solve the case, during this case Joanne...
