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Chapter 2: Mondays- The beginning and the end.

Chapter 2

Monday morning was as welcoming as one could expect the first day of the work week to be. The sun was scorching, the dust in the air was almost suffocating and the two steaming cups of coffee I carried only added to the sweat forming on my brow. I was late…as I usually was on a Monday morning, and no one batted an eye as I entered the building and made a beeline for my paper-filled desk.

I sat carefully in my chair, shifted the papers to one side and stretched across the aisle to deposit a cup on Simon’s desk. He grunted in response and I glanced miserably down at my stack of paperwork while taking a sip of the drink.

Put me out in the field, hand me a gun, drop me in the middle of a shoot-out and send me chasing after the bad guy— I could do that, all day, every day, but set me down in front of a stack of papers and I felt defeated.

I took another sip of the hot liquid, flipped open the first folder and groaned. This is what happened when your partner threw your empty service weapon at an escaping suspect—paperwork for days. I looked at Simon and shook my head. He didn’t belong in the field. Generally I respected the chief’s decisions, but taking Simon off desk duty wasn’t one of his better choices, I knew it and Sy knew it.

“You going to sit there glaring at me all day or are you gonna actually get some work done?” the bastard spoke up, his eyes still glued to his own papers as he wrote his report.

I shrugged. “The former I think.”

He smirked. “The important thing is we caught the guy, the ‘how’ is irrelevant.”

“If it’s so irrelevant then you should be the one doing this shit.” I grumbled and when he only grinned, my eyes narrowed.

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” I questioned and while his grin widened, he only shrugged, and for a minute I watched as he focused on the work before him.

“I’m guessing your Friday night pickup rolled over into Sunday then.” I surmised and for the first time since I entered the building he looked at me.

“Twins.” He grinned and I shook my head.

Twins…of course.

“Don’t you ever get tired of the multitude flocking your bed every week?” I asked in annoyance and he raised a brow.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Reynolds, my office!” we both glanced up at the sound of my name and I stood with a sigh, straightened my wrinkled shirt and made my way to my boss’s office.

“Close the door behind you.” The chief ordered when I entered his space and I knew immediately what this was about as I took in the sight before me.

Excluding the chief, five men sat in the small room, their expressions serious and eyes hard. None of them looked at me and I imagined they were all caught up in their own thoughts as they prepared to hear the news.

Two years of my life I had spent with these men, holed up in some prison for an undercover operation that provided us with nothing but a name after everything we’d been through. Two years wasted and regretted which left us with injuries and far less men than when we had started out, all because of one man; Emmanuel.

I took a seat beside Peter who nodded in greeting and we both focused our attention on the chief when he cleared his throat.

“By now you should know why I’ve called you here.” The chief began. “We have a potential lead on our elusive resident drug lord Emmanuel.” He announced somewhat bitterly and I sat up and took notice. A lead on the asshole was far more progress than we’d had in years.