Onion Hunting (Chris Hansen Reader Insert)

Forgive Me Father for I Have Sinned

Leaning back in your desk chair you let an aggravated sigh escape your mouth. You have so much evidence stacked up against this man and yet an arrest still hasn't been made. You grab your coffee and take a sip, not expecting the once hot drink to be cold. This threw you back into reality as my eyes meet the clock on the wall, it's faint clicking the only noise to fill up the dead silent office.

11:30 PM

You didn't realize how late it was. Most employees left the office by 6:30pm at the most 8 if they had a deadline to reach. But with this case it was a different story. Gregory Jackson, also known as Onision was an internet figure who mostly lingered on YouTube. He had a somewhat decent following and many videos, some that go viral, most don't. Over many years he had been called out for his slander, hypocrisy, lies, and worst of all his preadatory acts. You had sifted through many of his noteworthy uploads along with his atrocious books and disgusting twitter posts. You could see why most people were turned away from him. Even excluding his criminal acts he has a personality of an angsty 12 year old boy who seeks attention at school by being as nasty as possible to others but wonders why he has no friends. 

As you pondered your suspect, you found yourself making the trek down the office building's hallway to the kitchen, presumably to heat up your coffee. You opened the kitchen door and slipped in, walking to the small microwave on the opposite side of the room. The small room was only lit with the light of the microwave and the low glow of your phone. It was hard finding time to relax these past few months. Your normal work was relatively straight forward but this case was a huge step up in the idea of complexity. Working day and night finding victims of people who have come into contact with Onision, his track record, all of the information you found weighed heavy on your mind. It really made you think how this man had gotten off scotch free for so many years. You were brought back out of your thoughts by the loud beeping of the microwave, your coffee heated back up. You grabbed the mug and headed back to your office to grab your things, deciding you needed to head back home since you would be coming back tomorrow for another long day. 

As you rounded the corner you bumped into someone. Stumbling backwards, your mug tilted back, the scalding liquid spilling on to your white button-up. You dropped your mug and it hit the ground with a loud clatter, ceramic spreading across the linoleum tile. "I'm so sorry, let me help you with that." A voice rang out in the hallway. You looked up and saw him. Chris Hansen. You became flustered. You just ran into your boss in the hallway, spilled coffee, and broke your coffee cup, overall just making a big mess. The both of you crouched down and began gingerly picking up the small pieces of your broken mug. "None of that got on your suit did it?" You asked. He chuckled, "No, but I'd be more worried about your own shirt." You had completely forgotten that you had spilled hot coffee all over yourself and were caught off guard by his statement. A small "oh" left your mouth in realization. "Don't worry about it." You reassured him, "I was about to head home anyways. I lost track of the time." He nodded as the two of you stood up, holding the broken pieces in your hand. The two of you walked back to the kitchen and threw the mug bits away. "You're working on the Jackson case aren't you?" He asked as he washed his hands. You nodded, "Yes sir, stayed late to get a bit ahead on the case, it's a tough one." Chris finished drying his hands and turned to you, "I must commend you for working so hard. This might be our toughest case yet and you seem very driven." Your heart swelled with pride hearing him say that, "Thank you sir, I'm very passionate about my work and want to get to the bottom of this as soon as we can." Your boss smiled and opened the door, "I assume you'll be back at the office tomorrow?" "Yes sir." You responded as you walked out of the kitchen with him. "No need to be so formal, call me Chris." He chuckled. You nodded again and parted ways when you approached your office. "Goodnight." Chris said, offering you a small wave. You returned the wave, "Goodnight, Chris." You walked back into your office, gathered your things and headed home, new sense of drive to lead you in to tomorrow.

Sorry for the terrible writing, this was written on my phone at 12am because of a youtube comment I wrote. As long as my crappy fanfic is better than Onision's books I'm satisfied.