FBI Perks

Part 1- A Donut Robbery

Kinsley

Hello. My name is Kinsley. I am a female human being. Thought you should know, so you're not confused. This story is about... uh, I'm not sure. I'll let you find that out.

It was a pretty normal morning, or as normal as things can be for me. I ate breakfast, took a shower, got dressed in jeans and a dark grey hoodie (which was way too casual for my job, but I liked it that way), brushing my black and dyed grey curls, etc. (I dyed only the bottom half of my hair grey.) I was at my desk, finishing up a case at work, an FBI case. Yeah, be impressed.

My current case at the time had to do with a psychopath who wanted animals to rule the world. What a weirdo! Anyway, I was just finishing up on the report for that case when my partner came running in.

"Hi! I got donuts!" An overly cheerful girl with straight dyed red hair and wide amber eyes exclaimed, opening a pink box full of donut of every kind. She was out of breath, taking heavy and shallow gasps, but she got over it quickly.

I looked up at her slowly. Seeing her for the first time everyday was always exhausting. She always got in trouble, so I expected to get arrested while with her wherever and whenever 97% of the time. She was wearing casual clothes like me. A blue, flowy skirt that stopped a few inches above her knees still swayed from running, with a tight black, long sleeve shirt. I didn't know her in high school, and she was super nice to everyone (except a "lucky few" as she called them), but if she really tried she could be one of those mean girls in high school.

"Did you buy them, or get them illegally?" I asked. Knowing her, she always goes against the rules even when she didn't have to. She makes a decent amount of money and she had quite the inheritance. Those donuts cost three bucks each.

As a result of her breaking rules left and right, I always end up fixing everything or getting in trouble with her. Which was about to happen judging by the look on her face. She looked behind her to make sure no one was listening in. She didn't make eye contact when she whispered, "The police have been chasing me here ever since the bakery. They're climbing the stairs right now."

"Seriously, Talon?" I looked toward the stair entrance, and sure enough LAPD cops came running through the door with their guns searching for a target. Talon. "RUN!" I yelled.

Talon didn't hesitate to listen to me for once. We ran for the stairs, er- I did. She ran into the elevators right next to the stairs. I couldn't leave her alone during a cop-chase situation, so I followed her into it. She smacked the button for the ground floor repeatedly, like that would make a difference. As the doors closed, the police officers knew they wouldn't be able to get inside the elevator so quickly, so they took the stairs to the ground level. You know, like normal people would do in this type of situation.

We stood inside the elevator, catching our breaths. Talon opened the donut box and pulled out a chocolate covered donut. How she managed to carry it while running from the cops was beyond me. I was so angry in that moment that I did something terrible. I slapped the donut out of her hand. It hit the floor with a splat. I wasted a donut. It will always be my biggest regret in life, but I just couldn't with her at the moment.

Once we went down a floor the calm piano music began to play. Talon tried to make conversation. "So, any new cases, Kinsley?"

I took a deep breath, and slowly turned to focus on her. "Not anymore, since when we get back we are definitely going to be fired!" I said the first part calmly, but my voice rose in anger.

She nodded. "Yeah, that sounds serious. Donut?" She held out a bear claw.

"Okay, I forgive you," I told her after a pause and took it. After taking a bite I relaxed. "Mmmm, this is really good. What bakery did you steal these from?"