Rhinestone Eyes (Frank x Reader)

Chapter 2

You hung up your coat on the rack as you sat down beside the receptionist's desk. You didn't have an official office, just a side desk near the entrance of the business's building.

"Hey there y/n girlie!" cooed the brunette receptionist. "You didn't say hi to me this morning. You were late again." She chewed on her pencil, spinning her chair towards your little spot. She crossed her legs in her pencil skirt, fixing her white blouse. She always made you feel under dressed at work.

"Oh, hey Rachel. It's a long story," you say as you start to unpack your messenger bag. You tried to avoid eye contact but you could feel the eye roll from a mike away.

Rachel uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. "I have time, honey," she said in a serious cruel tone. You two worked under a private investigation company. At this job, you work under the man who runs this business as his assistant. This consisted of you keeping the files and notes of current cases up to date and filing the ones forms the past.  The majority of these cases being missing persons. You started unpacking your mess her bag as you explain your ordeal to Rachel. She seemed very interested.

"Huh, you shouldn't be having your phone in your back pocket to begin with," Rachel lectured. You swallowed your response, knowing it was best to just let her have your moment. Your phone wasn't even in your back pocket to begin with...

"Yea, I have insurance on it. It's just I won't have a phone for a week..." you reply as you rubbed the back of your neck. As soon  as Rachel heard that she immediately resumed back to the computer. She took one of the front desk lollipops, and took it for herself. "Hey? Any chance you know where Mr. Wilson is?"

Rachel took the lollipop out of her mouth, making a popping noise. "If you were here earlier you would've noticed y'all got a new case. He's in his office reading up on it," she used her lollipop to point to the door down the hall. You have her a shy smile before making your way. Who came in around this time to already set them on a case? Usually you two would still be in a meeting with the individual. You open the cool steel knob to see Wilson's feet on his wooden desk, face hidden in a yellow folder. Papers were scattered everywhere, some even marked with round coffee stains from this morning. He didn't notice you, so in response you give two knocks on the wooden door. In response, the older man jumped, rushing to put down his legs from the table. He set aside the yellow folder, revealing his graying hair.

"Oh Y/N, didn't notice you. Thought you were going to play hookyeye this morning," he laughed nervously, gesturing to an empty chair.

"I'll have to make Rachel tell you my subway adventure then," you laugh, taking a mint from a bowl on desk. Wilson scoffs.

"Broad doesn't shut that trap," he flicked dirt off his white dress shirt. You awkwardly nod to that statement, not sure how to react. "Anyways we got an odd case, and glad you are here to get started in it!" He turns the yellow folder to your direction, revealing the contents. A picture of a tan and dark haired woman was your first glance. She looked almost your age, maybe even older. Next to the picture was a photocopy of what seemed to be her ID. The same photo, but this time revealing more information on her. You flip the copy paper over to feel laminated paper. Here you notice that within the lamination was burnt printed emails, and other conversations between the individual and others.

"What is this case about?" You ask, not seeming to understand what Mr. Wilson was doing. Mr. Wilson stiffened.

"Well the thing is, I have no idea," He replied, leaning into the table. "Look I found this file in the back of the business complex, face down. Looked like someone dropped it," he started. "Looked like a lot of it was burned too." Explains the lamination that was sticking out from the rest of the folder.

"What makes you feel obligated to do this then?" You were confused as to why he was doing any of this. You may have been late, but even then you were able to tell that it has been a slow business day. 

"Well, for starters: boredom," He replied. 

"Hmm," you responded, still not understanding. Wilson noticed and leaned his head onto his palm, elbow leaning on the table.

"Also, I've tried emailing what were supposedly her parents. They deny ever having a daughter." Oh shit. That is something.

"So this is your new passion project?" You leaned back into the leather chair, crossing your arms with a grin of amusement. He gave you a half-assed thumbs up in response. "What should I do for you then? The address on her ID is just a train ride away from here. Isn't this one of the apartment complex near the subway yard?"

"Whoa, I've just found last night and have only gotten the email from the supposed mother. But yes I would like you to visit the residency. As far as I know, nobody else lives there, so you may have to do some questionable things-"

"Just because we aren't the PD does not mean I'm breaking some laws," you interrupted.  You let out a deep exhale. Mr. Wilson has some questionable techniques that often worked in his favor, but he seems to forget that not everyone are in favor of such. They are often only boarding legality, but now he is asking you to break into someone else's living space. "I'm going to try and see if anyone lives there. Seeing the age she is and how poor the housing market is, she probably has a roommate." Wilson sarcastically rolled his eyes. 

"You probably want this then," He tossed a glock and holster at you, barely able to catch it. 

"What the heck?" You snapped. Mr. Wilson gave a hefty chuckle. 

"Just be back at 3!"

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A/N: Ik this is alot of exposition, but I wanted to give Y/N some depth since I've read a lot of fics where they are a bit too vague which is a personal pet peeve. You could Technically skip this chapter if you are only her for Mr. Frank ;)