Sex & Manhattan - Chapter 1
This chapter was rewritten.
Wow, I hope you review because I love this plot. I always wanted to right a story on the Secret Service and FBI. I think this will become and FanFiction favorite.
As you can see I'm updating earlier than I told you I would on Theater Lights but just because I was excited to get this out there. You guys are so amazing and I know I will get great feedback. I am still working on Her Feet, I'm trying to perfect it.
Also, I wrote out the rest of the plot for Blue and began the first chapter of Seeing Gray. I think all my stories are coming together pretty good and if I have all my reviewers and support behind me I think they will be better than great.
"And did you get he case I left on your desk yesterday morning?" Josef Anderson spoke to Agent Montez.
It was a Thursday. No specific thing happened on Thursdays except the usual anticipation for Friday and the weekend. Gabriella Montez came into her office with her usual iced coffee from the bagel shop across the street and had sighed when she caught sight of her boss spinning in her desk chair. It seemed like a case was given to her every week. Her boss was obviously challenging her and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Yes, I did, seems interesting."
The suspect was Troy Bolton, the cousin of Sharpay Evans, the ex girlfriend of all three victims. She was assigned to follow him around for the next few weeks and work with Taylor Mckessie, a good friend of hers.
"Glad you're excited about it, Miss Montez. It's not going to be an easy job, he's smart and swift and a chemist. He'll get you like that." Mr. Anderson snapped his fingers to prove his point. "Please do show precision in every step you make."
Gabriella snorted. A twenty-five year old chemist was a laugh. But by the looks of the mysterious and odd picture secretly taken of him by her coworker, Samantha Peterson, he looked capable of anything. After all, hitting off three people in a total of six days without any evidence of force of entry, fingerprints, weapon, or shoeprints, you had to be swift, smart, and have what it takes. Everything Anderson had listed this Troy Bolton as.
She watched her boss silently give her a pointed look, stand from her desk, and leave her office. Gabriella sat and sipped her carmel frap and looked at the gadgets and papers laid across her desk from the Troy Bolton case, also known as case #108 in her green and black file cabinet.
She decided to begin today. Anderson had told her his frequent hot spot was the bar on 32nd where he often had a sandwhich with his buddy Chad Danforth and few drinks. Gabriella picked up her short and small pocket gun and placed it in her boot. After picking up her 39 millimeter pistol, mace, tazer, and walkie-talkie, she had downed the rest of her iced coffee and headed out the door. She pulled out her mouthpiece and hooked it in the back of her mouth then placed her earpiece in her ear covering her ears with her hair.
"Taylor. I'm going." Gabriella called to her. Taylor nodded and picked up her bag pistol also.
"I'll be right behind you."
She walked out the everyday looking apartment building. The point of a secret agency was to remain secret, right?
A bold and blunt sign saying "Super Secret Agency of the U.S. Government Head Quarters" didn't really keep a secret. All the weaponry on her person was well hidden in her clothing and the small picture of Mr. Troy Bolton was tucked away in the purse that hung on her shoulder. The Huntington Grill and Bar was in West Manhattan so she had to take the 5 train to reach there by 10:00.
That gave him enough time to reach before her. Her phone buzzed and toned but she ignored it as she fished for her Metro Card. She could take the bus but she refused on this hot summer day to be stuck and rely on one of the hot buses of New York. At least the train system was about 2 times more reliable on air conditioning. She slightly jogged down the steps already wanting to leave the hot muggy air of Grand Central Station. Suprisingly, she spotted him, that Troy Bolton.
Smiling to herself, she couldn't believe her luck as she slid her metro card in the slot, the light switched green, and she followed him keenly. Gabriella let people go in front of her just so she could seem less suspicious. Troy went up to the machine to get his ticket, she went to the one next to him and punched in same buttons. They got the tickets at the same time and she let him turn first. She took the long way, around the pillar, behind the hot cake stand, and followed him onto the train. It was crowded and she lost sight of Troy quickly.
She took out her phone and checked her text messages for the 25 minute train ride. Taylor Mckessie – 2 new messages.
Gabriella decided to respond later. Right at this moment she had to focus. She stood and caught a glimpse of the top of his brunette head.
She was following him. He felt the eyes fixed on the back of his head. He could only imagine that it was about the "mysterious" deaths. He wondered if they found out the name of "John Doe" yet. His name was Aubrey Stewart. The most recent ex of his cousin, Sharpay Evans, the actress. He held onto the pole tightly and leaned against it in anguish. Zane. Oh my, poor Zane. He pulled his iPod out and put the earbuds in his ears.
He was innocent. He knew he was maybe not everyone else but at least he knew that. He knew what they did to his boy and it didn't give Sharpay the right to do what she did. When this was all cleared up he would like to sit and talk about it but he wasnt able to because it seemed everyone knew what he was doing and he was never alone. Even in his home. He just wanted his son back, those sons of bitches took his son from him, his precious little son.
The sickness in his stomach made him even more upset then he thought he could ever be. But something wasn't right about the way Sharpay told him. It still bothered him that she told him like she had done it herself, like as if she was there when they killed Zane.
He was tense.
Gabriella could tell from his stance. His knuckles were white, he stood stick straight, and appeared ready to run.
Once the bell dinged and the destination was announced he bounded out the cold but musty air of the train. She knew he probably felt watched. The buzz of conversation filled Gabriella's ears as she pushed past citizens to make sure she didn't lose sight of the nutcase, Troy Bolton. Now she feared that she had to be prepared for confrontation at any time.
"Brownie, you there? Over." Gabriella grabbed her walkie-talkie and quickly shut it off. She looked back and forth then answered. "You idiot. I'm on a case right now couldn't we talk later. Over!" Gabriella answered looking around for the brown head of Mr. Bolton.
"Oh sorry. Well, I see you, Ms. Undercover and he's actually in front of me sliding his metro card to get out of the train station. Why are you all the way over there? Over."
Samantha Green, undercover photographer, now a classified agent. How she got there, Gabriella had no clue because knowing Sammy, she was anything and everything but secretive and quiet. She looked around in confusion and then spotted the blonde hidden in the corner snapping away. "Stop that!" She hissed.
"I can't help that he's photogenic! The camera's calling him…Troy…" Samantha droned in a dramatic voice.
Sammy was quite the character actually. She liked to joke and was the comedian of the agency. Her personality was quite the contrast to Taylor Mckessie's, a serious woman. Gabriella shook her head and strolled over to go scold her playful coworker. Apparently, Troy was having trouble with his card so two train station workers approached to solve the problem. She grabbed Sammy by her noodle like arm. The blonde just giggled and held onto her chunky camera.
"Are you insane?" Gabriella whispered harshly and slid her card. Sammy did the same following suit and Gabriella walked out the station and stood in the corner by the door where another man stood smoking. Gabriella's phone buzzed again for at least the fifth time that day. She pulled it out of her bag and answered throwing a stern look at Sammy that told her to hush.
"Yes, Gabriella speaking?" she answered the phone.
"Gabs, it's Taylor. Any news? You haven't been answering my messages." Ms. Mckessie spoke on the other line.
Troy walked out the door and turned sharply apparently he was late for drinks with his buddy Chad. Gabriella once again pulled on Sammy's arm and began to follow him.
"Actually I'm with Sammy. We're following him down to 32nd. Anderson told me he always stopped by to hang out with someone named Chad Danforth at the Huntington Grill and Bar." Gabriella answered smoothly. Sammy yanked her arm away to get closer and took a picture of him when he turned his head to the side to glance at something.
"Hmm, where are you now?" Taylor asked as papers shuffled in the background and something beeped loudly.
"We're on 53rd. We have a long walk ahead of us." Gabriella huffed. She looked down at her watch.
"Make sure Sammy behaves. And what do you see right now?" Taylor picked at Gabriella's brain a little more.
Something was off.
Gabriella looked around and realized Sammy had indeed disappeared to the other side of the street to take pictures. Gabriella sighed quite annoyed at how easily that woman got distracted. "Well, I see what looks like a mall. I see the Coach store."
"Gabriella, he's taking you on a goose chase. He knows. You are going to the opposite direction of the bar. 32nd is the other direction. Either that or he's heading somewhere else. From what I read that's less likely."
Gabriella frowned and then realized she lost sight of him. She furrowed her brows and looked for him, "I think Anderson gave me the wrong directions. I mean this doesn't make any-"
"Gabriella. Anderson's never wrong." Taylor spoke boldly. Gabriella heard voices and then Taylor came back on, "Kelsi just told me Chad is there already."
Gabriella was about to speak before she felt someone tug her and stumbled before finding her self pushed up against the brick wall of the bank on 54th. It was a small gated alley and she knew she'd been caught. She forgot to be prepared she realized. She took a nervous breath and exhaled when she met the cold blue eyes that hardened on her soft brown ones. He pulled the phone from her hand and dropped it on the ground before crushing it beneath his size 11 brown suede shoe. Troy pulled out her pistol and examine it before placing it at her temple.
Gabriella swallowed nervously. Her legs were wobbily and she thought of kneeing him in the groin but with the apparent swiftness he had, it probably wouldn't be the best idea. The first thing she was taught when she got into this business was to weigh the strengths and weaknesses of her enemy. And right now he had a weapon, swiftness, the brains, and the agility. His weakness? Nothing. The chances weren't very good and Anderson told her to be precise about things. She'd just never thought she would be in this predicament .
"Now tell me what's going on."
Gabriella opened her mouth but it closed again. He pressed the gun farther into her temple to let her know that he wasn't patient. Then she remembered the mace. She smiled at him and slowly pulled it from the pocket in her jeans then raised it to his face and sprayed.
He stumbled back with a cry of agony and she quickly picked up the remains of her phone and ran across the street. Sammy frowned at Gabriella's frazzled appearance and was about to ask what happened but Gabriella answered her question mindlessly.
"Can't talk now!" she screamed and clutched Sammy's arm harshly tugging her, she ran down the street and climbed onto the hot bus that had approached.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Sammy asked concerned.
Gabriella nodded breathlessly and leaned back on the bus seat. "Let's just talk about it later okay? Just next time, don't walk away like that."
"Okay…" Sammy spoke and leaned back too. Gabriella let her head nod off to the side to look out the window when she realized she couldn't feel her wallet.
"Shit."
"He has what?" Taylor screeched.
"I wasn't prepared! So I don't have any pocket money, metro card, or my extra earpiece. I need a new fake ID." Gabriella murmured. "And before you say an agent is always prepared, I will remind you of what happened when you had to follow that creep two months ago."
"Fair enough. I won't tell Anderson, but I will tell Zeke when I ask him for a new ID for you." Taylor's eyes narrowed. "Where was Sam?"
"Taking pictures of the street sign, she was trying to get a picture of the Avenue sign." Gabriella looked away and combed her fingers through her hair.
"This man is swifter than we thought Gabriella, next time wait for me to come with you. He can't fight off two of us at the same time." Gabriella nodded. Taylor rubbed at her friends forearm, "Hey, I'm just glad you're okay. Everyone slips up."
"That's not making me feel better. I don't want to be everyone Tay. He knew more than me, and he isn't supposed to!" Gabriella pulled out her ear piece and then her mouth piece, "He's the case, not me."
"Maybe that's where you are wrong Gabriella, you can't think of him as a case, he is a living person. A smart living person." Taylor handed Gabriella a napkin to put the small pieces in and then sat on her desk, legs crossed. She shoved papers aside and stared in Gabriella's face, "Just no more screw ups okay?"
Troy flipped the wallet open and read the name. He searched the wallet for anything vital but found nothing but the fake ID, some money, and an earpiece. He threw the wallet in the garbage and threw his head back bothered by the fact that he knew he didn't commit the crimes.
He grew up with the murderer. She never used to have blonde hair, it used to be a rich dark brown and her big gray eyes used to be hazel at some point in his memory. He missed his cousin but not the monster he knew now. Troy got off the train dialing his friend's number to tell him they wouldn't be meeting up today. He headed back to his apartment and threw his jacket down and kicked off his shoes. Something about the woman that followed him was becoming an annoying thought in the back of his mind.
The way her eyes looked when he caught her, the way her lips curved before he got an eyeful of mace, and especially the way she didn't feel when he took her wallet. She was ill prepared, something he wasn't used to.
He undressed and stepped into the warm shower he had set for himself. He really didn't expect to go back home but to get a beer and talk about all his problems with his best friend, and these problems just seemed to increase by the moment.
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