FBI Perks

Part 8- Why didn't you tell me?

Author: Hey, my friend found this on Instagram. She said it was posted on Twitter, but found it on Instagram. I'm just trying to say that I liked the quote/tweet thingy. I have no idea who the guy is who posted it other than what it shows in the picture, but I thought it was funny and wanted to show you guys, so... yeah.

Kinsley

My turn! I know some of you wanted Felix to continue with his case or whatever, but I told the author that if she gave him two chapters in a row, I would fight her.

Author: I don't know whether to be mad or proud.

Both would probably be a normal response. Well, maybe not proud, but I'd still appreciate it.

After hearing the news of Talon and Felix dating, and kicking him, I was still a little... I guess uncomfortable or weirded out with the idea of my two best friends going on dates and making out, and other stuff. I was used to their flirting and thought it was cute, but it never occurred to me that they would actually get together. As long as they're happy.

I hoped they stayed together, but even if they broke up, I would have so much fun getting revenge on Felix with Talon.

Anyway, after Felix left, Talon and I went up to our floor. We wrote some reports, helped out in a homicide case, the usual. Mr.Slaton hadn't given us our own case, so we were bored to death.

"I swear, if I actually have to look up how to do my taxes to pass the time, I'm going to kill someone," Talon threatened, laying her head on her arms that were folded on the desk.

"You don't know how to do your taxes?" I asked.

"Nope. And I better not find out today."

I rolled my eyes. There was a simple solution. "I'll get us food from the vending machine and hot chocolate. You start up a series of cat videos before I get back," I ordered.

She lifted her head off her arms with obvious excitement. "Already have five videos in mind."

And with that settled, I walked to the elevator to go to the first floor. I could've gotten food from the third floor because there was also a machine down there, but I would still need to go to the first floor to get the hot chocolate. Plus, there's still a vending machine on the first floor, so two in one.

Once I got out of the elevator, I turned right to go to the snack room. I expected a few people to be there, lunch was in an hour. What I wasn't expecting was a familiar blue-headed giant taking my bowl of salad I had brought for lunch from the refrigerator.

I speed walked to him and snatched the bowl out of his hands before he could take a bite. He looked down at me, surprised then angry. "What the hell? I was gonna eat that!"

I let out a frustrated sigh. "That's exactly why I took it from you, idiot. It's mine!"

Ryder groaned/whined, "But I'm hungry and came here in a rush."

I lightly pushed him away from the fridge. "Too bad. Don't eat my food!"

We made direct eye contact, challenging each other. I took a fork from one of the drawers near us, and took a bite of my salad, still looking him straight in the eye.

He gasped dramatically. "Fuck you. You're the worst friend ever."

I scoffed. "This is nothing."

He was about to insult me when Nate walked into the room. He closed his mouth as soon as he noticed the certain presence. I glanced at Nate, then back at Ryder.

"Dude, what's wrong? You look constipated." I asked him, concerned but still wanting to make fun of him.

"Uh, nothing," he said unconvincingly