only human ― s.r.

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[kinda edited: march 14th]

[Reid]
Albert Einstein once said: "Strange is our situation here on earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose."

FBI Field Office
New York City, New York

It was a rather warm spring morning in April. The New Yorker streets were heavy with traffic, pedestrians covered the side and crosswalks and the billboard on Times Square was already showing slideshows of colorful pictures that were seemingly shining against the low morning sun.

The FBI field office in New York resembled a normal office building from the outside. Other than that the emblem of the Bureau was plastered all over the entrance door, it didn't seem much different from every other building in the city.

People of different ranks swarmed the place. Everyone who passed the doors wore rather formal colors like black, white and grey, either a pencil skirt or a suit. On each floor, there was furious typing mixed with the scribbling of half-empty pens and the sound of people talking either with each other or on the phone. The sounds of the alive working environment drowned out those of heels and boots.

The annoying coming and going of the New Yorker traffic didn't fit very well with the sirens of the government-issued SUV's that drove out once in a while. No sound in the world could overshadow that. Not even a bomb. They had that theory checked for them more than once already. It was busy working and living in the Big Apple, but by now most of them made amends that this was part of the daily routine.

Somewhere on the second floor, a phone rang. The young Agent ran a hand through her blonde waves that were loosely falling over her shoulders.

"Special Agent Brown?"

"Ma'am, there's someone on line three who says he wants to speak with the Agent leading the investigation on the Jessica Walker case?"

There was a spark of curiosity in her green eyes. "Come again?" She asked.

"I don't know his name though, he wouldn't tell me."

"Okay, patch him through!"

"Okay."

"Oh, and trap and trace the call, please. Just in case!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by heavy breathing until someone finally cleared their throat. "Hello," The voice sounded antsy. "Are you the uh, the leading Agent on the Jessica Walker case?

"Yes, I'm Special Agent Brown, I am leading the investigation," her hand reached for the little yellow notepad next to her computer, "Who am I speaking to?"

Again, there was just heavy breathing.

"You know, if you want to talk to me about this case, you must know something very important, don't you?"