Private

Investigator

Written

By Arielle Sag

Prefix.

I would first like to thank my friend Robin Roberts and the many times we did role playing over the phone with this main character. Since then, I've come up with a complicated plot line, and now I have a detective series to write, which will have sci-fi elements, and you don't have to leave your home to do so. I plan on finishing this book in the span of the summer, then posting it on LULU to be purchased. I have to thank my fans that continue to read my series, and that continue to check me out on Internet Movie Database Site. I own a screenplay film company. All I do is write, and one day will produce films.

Thanks

Arielle Sag

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Chapter One

The Beginning to the Ending of Her Career

The balloon busted, the float was flat, and all Emily Smith could think about is the fact that she quit her old job, she started her own company, and all she had were memories of the past that would not fade. This was the first day on the job, the first day of her life as a Private Investigator, and not an FBI agent. Why does it always have to be this way? Why do I always have memories of the past, why can't I have good memories? Shit, memories fly by and memories do fade, but how can I go on if…

The phone rang. She was in her office she had opened in the middle of Washington D.C. strait in front of the F.B.I. office. It was a nice day, hot and muggy afternoon. It was late July, and summer was in full swing. Kids were out. Murderers were on the street. People were being mugged. People were drowning in their swimming pools. People were being robbed. People were being cheated on. And her boyfriend was halfway around the world breaking and entering in someone's house, her best friend worked in top secret locations, and Emily Smith was just about to answer a phone call that she hoped wasn't her old boss. Then again, she could be looking at the law suits that happen when dealing with the law, and where the law doesn't protect you anymore.

"Emily Smith, Private Investigator's Office in Downtown D.C., how can I help you?" There was dead pause on the other end. A pause, an ending, and a what she would called fear from rejection. That was why she sat right in front of the FBI department cause there were just some cases that the FBI did not deal with, that now being solo, she had more leeway into what she could do and what she couldn't do.

"Hello?" Emily tried again in the phone. There was hard breathing, and she could tell whoever it was, was scared.

"Do you want to just breathe into the phone, I take on all the same cases that the FBI should be taking, and I take on Police cases, and I take on petty cases. If you want my credentials, I can give them to you." There was just heavy breathing on the phone.

"Can I help you?" She was trying not to hang up the phone, cause at this point in the FBI, they would put a trace on the phone, look up the information on the individual, and then do research on why this individual was calling, and then it could just be a prank phone call.

"I need your help." The male voice said hard and breathless. He sounded as if he was in pain.

"I'm not a doctor sir. I'm an investigator. If you need emergency assistance, please call 911." That was the standard responds. They weren't lawyers either.

"My son has disappeared. I think my wife had something to do with it, but no one believes me." She started writing down notes now.

"What is your name sir, so I can write down some notes…where are you located?" There was heavy breathing again on the other end. She almost flipped out as there was a click sound on the other end as if he hung up the phone, but then she heard an echo of thunder.

"Do you want me to meet you somewhere?" There was a ring at the front door, and she sighed at who it was. She didn't want to see him right now. They dated for a bit, but it never worked out. He got into those paranoia files, and he got a new partner, and then she lost him. She had her own boyfriend now, but at the farewell party she saw him there.

"I have to call you back. The power is out now. Here is my phone number…." She wrote down the number.

"Can I get a name?"

"Steve…" She didn't know if he'd call back though.

"Where are you located Steve?" She looked at Mulder (can be taken out), and he was just looking around. He was browsing on the separate computer at the secretary desk. So noisy…

"Savannah, Georgia." There was the click again, followed by thunder.

"You know that is out of my district."

"I know, but they claim you're the best. I think my wife is crazy."

"Why do you think she is crazy?"

"She claims the incident was because of UFO's." She gave a loud snort, and even he laughed at the other end.

"If you pay for travel expenses, and pay the salary, I'll get my car packed up and drive down." She saw Mulder eye her with a raised eyebrow.

"I'll pay for your expenses. How long do you think it will take?"

"Give me till 1, and I'll close my shop, grab my bag, and lock up everything. I'll get directions to your house, make hotel reservations, and contact their police office to make sure I don't need a court order to look at any documents. Sometimes local police departments are protective over their files." She heard the crackle on the other end. She didn't want to say anything or make a face, but somehow she hoped this wasn't a trap. She had locked up many freaks in her life time as an FBI special agent, but some did get out of jail recently.

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Half Hour Later

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"Mulder why in the hell are you here?" She inquired.

"I don't trust you."

"Don't trust me? I can take care of myself, and last I checked you weren't interested in my safety on the terrorist unit before…" He gave her the look, which consisted of a raised eyebrow, a scrounged up face, and he stared at her note pad. He frowned.

"You wrote in French."

"It's so if someone goes into my files, example yourself, I can at least give you guys a heads for your money in trying to interrupt them." His frowned deepened.

"I know French. I know UFO in any language."

"Look Mulder, you aren't my partner and this isn't an FBI case. If it was, he wouldn't be calling me regarding it. After all, you are famous for UFO cases."

"You know the government Emily. They are ruthless…"

"Oh give me a break. I'm not falling for that. You probably just butted heads with the wrong people. Now if you don't mind, I have to pack my bags, and lock up." She went into her drawer and took out her semi automatic and put it in her boot. She saw him look at her, she took her pistol and put it in her belt.

"You need a partner. I'm sure you can find one."

"Bug off Mulder."

"Don't do this bitch thing."

"Wait aren't you married already?"

"We aren't married Smith…and you know it." She wished he wouldn't call her Smith, but she was the reason why he went by Mulder. An then there were the reasons behind their breakup. Can't he just leave her alone?

"Leave me the fuck alone Mulder. If you want the case so badly, take it. I'm sure he'd enjoy an FBI agent on the case who is so paranoid now that he lost his brain years ago in files that have no end, have no beginning, and are just filled with people who have mental disabilities and is why they believe in aliens in the beginning." Mulder stepped forward, and she held her hand up.

"I saw my sister being taken away, and you can't tell me what I've been through is psychotic states."

"Oh yes I can. You need a psychologist. But you have a doctor, what's her name, Diana?"

"Don't get jealous Smith…and her name is Dana."

"Whatever, do me a favor and turn out the light." Why he was arguing, she was gathering her stuff. She had her laptop, her badge, her suitcase which, she always had packed for the road.

"Don't go out like this on your own." She pushed him out the door. They were now out on the street. She locked up the door, and pulled the bars down. She turned to Mulder.

"If you feel the need to visit me in Savannah, then go right ahead. But I'm going by myself on this mission, and why I do have many enemies, it is a bit far fetch that aliens exist."

"You are the one in denial."

"Shut the fuck up Mulder. What do you know of my history? Nothing….Nothing…so don't assume anything." He backed off again. This was her pressure point, and why he pressed, she never gave in.

"I just think you could die out there, and you were the best in that unit."

"Yes I was. And they fired me." She stated to him. He seemed to freak out now.

"I thought you quit."

"No I got fired. Don't ask, its classified information why I was fired. But needless to say, it has to do with all this interrogation going on right now. I didn't go with it, and stopped it, and now my ass was blamed for everything cause they realize I refuse to interrogate unlawfully."

"You put away a lot of criminals, including serial killers. Who not to mention, never got the death penalty cause, they claimed insanity I found out." She sighed.

"Yeah, well I got to go Mulder. I'll talk to you later."