drag me down | grayson dolan

【one】

july 12th, 1991

I anxiously tap my heels against the soft texture of the carpeted floor. I hate waiting, especially since this day is going to change my life forever. It's the day that I finally get to prove my worth, and show how good I am at what I do. I finally got hired by my ideal department, the LAPD. It has been my dream to work in this force for the last two years, and now it's a reality.

My eyes move down to my outfit, which consists of a black polyester business blazer and a matching skirt. My blonde hair is left down and straightened, giving off a professional look. This small and empty waiting room continues to make my nerves go crazy. My new boss must be running late, because I have been sitting here for a good half hour.

"This just in." The loud news anchor suddenly speaks through the small television hanging on the wall. "The masked phantoms strike again with another robbery. The Roosevelt Bank just north of Hollywood Boulevard provided us with this security footage. The robbery happened around eleven thirty am, and this is the second time this month that the bank has been robbed by them. Police still have yet to identify the suspects."

My head immediately shoots up to look at the small screen. There they are, the masked phantoms. I watch as the four men frantically grab money out of the cash drawers. Their signature black ski masks are what make them so mysterious, yet scary. I have been studying these guys for the past month, considering they are my big case. I finally got the chance to become a special agent police officer, and my first task is to catch these very smart morons.

"Miss. Jacobs?" The secretary behind the front desk calls out to me. I quickly rise to my feet and smooth out my skirt. "You can head up to the third floor, Angelo is waiting for you."

"Thank you." I politely speak before walking toward the elevator. My finger presses the button, allowing the heavy metal doors to open. I grip onto my purse that hangs around my shoulder. Once I am in the small space, the doors close and movement pushes me upward. The doors open back up and I step out of the elevator.

"Special Agent Savannah Jacobs." A deep male voice calls out to me. I move my head to see a tall man with brown hair and a grey business suit staring at me. Multiple manilla envelopes are gripped around his hand. "Day number one in LA, welcome aboard. We just went over your records, they were very impressive."

"Thank you, sir." I lightly smile.

"I'm Angelo Harper, your new boss." He extends his hand out. I immediately shake it with a tight grip, matching my posture with his.

"Pleasure meeting you." I keep my light smile as he lets go of our connected hands. He turns around and begins walking forward, indicating to follow him.

"Now, you may have been in your top two percent of your graduating college class, but out here you have exactly zero hours of experience in the field. Before you dive right into your case, I need to go over some ground rules." He continues walking while occasionally looking back at me. "In order to maintain your position with the Los Angeles Police Department you need to stay in good health. No caffeine, excessive drinking and definitely no smoking."

"Of course, sir." I nod my head.

"Have you officially moved into an apartment? This case is going to take a great deal of time."

"Yes sir, I moved in a few weeks ago to get myself settled."

"Good to hear." He stops walking once we approach a chain of computers and people sitting behind them. "This is us, the bank robbery section. You are now in the bank robbery capital of the world."

"Thirteen hundred and twenty two last year in LA county, and twenty six percent the year before." I state some facts, hoping to impress him.

"That's correct, and we nailed over one thousand of them. Do you know how we nail the bad guys, Jacobs? By crunching data." He turns his head to look back at me. His bright blue eyes staring directly into mine. "Good crime scene work, lab work, and most importantly good data based analysis."