Hey guys! So, as some of you may have guessed from the unfamiliar username, I'm new to fanfiction. Although ive been reading fanfics for a long time, i never got around to setting up my own account mainly because im not really the best of writers. The idea for this kinda came out of nowhere and as i just said,writing is not my strongest point, so don't be dissapointed if this ends badly. This story is still in the planning phases and as of today, this is the only chapter i have written for it. I've been playing around with a few ideas but in the long run, the future of this story will depend on wether you as an audience enjoy it. I know this intro is long but i just wanted to get all this info out there. Thank you and be sure to give me your opinions in the comments!
"Are you sure this is gonna work?" I asked, eying the building that towered before me.
"It's what they need to know for it to all fall into place." He muttered. I turned to face him, ignoring the busy flow of people that pushed past me; he was too young to be in this predicament, too nice. In an ideal world, I would never have met him, I would have gone on living my life and he would have done the same. That couldn't happen now though, I had met him and I needed to help him, wanted to help him.
"Ok. Are you sure it's this building?" He nodded "And I'm looking for Victor Benedict?" He nodded again. He didn't speak much, and I didn't blame him, it couldn't be easy in his current state.
I gave him a smile and turned towards the building, stopping once I reached the doors to turn and look at him one last time. He stared blankly, looking in my direction but not at me, not at anything. Taking a deep breath, I walked through the doors.
The lobby was spacious and a little too over the top if you ask me; the tiled floor was scattered with uncomfortable looking leather sofas, potted plants in a variety of specimens, and numerous paintings and murals hanging on the walls. It seemed better suited to a shrinks office than a federal building.
Crossing the floor to the reception desk, I took in the large amount of security. I wasn't surprised to see that they all carried weapons, in fact I was quite glad; this was the FBI after all, it would have scared me more to learn that the people in charge of protection weren't even properly equipped to do so. Although I was glad for their presence, it didn't stop the nervous shiver that ran down my spine. In my line of work, security wasn't always on my side, or ever for that fact.
I reached the main desk without a hitch and let out a sigh of relief, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The young woman behind the desk held up a manicured finger, indicating me to wait as she finished her phone call. Placing the phone down, she quickly scribbled something before turning her attention to me.
"Hello ma'am. What can I help you with today?"
"I was hoping to see Victor Benedict."
"Do you had an appointment?" Crap, crap, crap. I glanced around quickly, trying to think of something to say. I gave her a smile, wiping my palms on my jeans.
"Not exactly but I'm sure he will find what I have to say vey interesting." She gave me a sceptical look and moved to look behind me. Oh god, she was getting suspicious.
"Look, ma'am, I'm afraid-"
"Please, it's really important. I just need five minutes. If you could tell him-"
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." She picked up the phone and started to dial, more than likely calling security. My breathing quickened as i tried to figure out what to do. Without a second thought I reached out, taking the phone from her hand and putting it back on the desk.
"ROGER!" She let out a shrill scream, flinging her chair back in her haste to stand up. As soon as the name left her mouth, three middle age men, dressed in black with holstered guns, came running towards us, or more specifically, me.
I didn't have a chance to react before I was being restrained, arms held behind my back, body pushed against the front of the desk. One of the men left my side to go to the receptionist, who was now trying to wipe away a waterfall of unnecessary tears.
"Are you ok, Sofia? What's going on here?" He asked hurriedly.
"She...she grabbed the phone! She was d-demanding I let her in but she didn't have an appointment. Oh, Roger, I was so scared!" My mouth dropped open in disbelief. Was this woman for real?
"She's blowing it way out of proportion!" I argued, trying to wiggle my way out of the vice like grip of the security guards "I only asked to see someone. It's really important that I-"
"Baxter, get her outta here. Make sure you tell Johnson about her, I don't want her finding her way back past the front gates." With a curt nod, one of the guards stepped forward dragging me with him.
I struggled against his restraint, trying desperately to get free. The whole crowd was watching now, staring at the scene before them as if it was some sort of pay per view. I dismissed it all and continued to struggle, managing for a fleeting second to break free before being pulled back into place. I let out a frustrated snarl.
"Just let me go! I need. To see. Victor Benedict!" I tugged my arm free, the momentum sending my elbow back against the guards face with a sickening crack. I winced at the sound, slowly turning round to meet the face of a now very angry guard. I let out a cry as he twisted my arm further behind my back, pain racing up my arm and across my shoulders.
"You just made a very big mistake, missy." His mouth was so close to my ear that I could hear his teeth grind as he spoke. Oh god, I was in deep shit.
"Baxter." A stern voice echoed through the lobby causing the guard to freeze and loosen his grip on my arm just a little. I struggled against his hold to see who had spoken but the wall of flesh that was Baxter was blocking my view.
"Let her go. I'll escort her out." Baxter kept his hold for a few more seconds before begrudgingly pushing me away, causing me to stumble for a few paces before I regained my balance.
I turned in time to see Baxter leave. I'd like to say he stormed off but I was sure that was just his normal way of walking. I scanned the crowd to locate the person who had intervened, wanting to thank them for getting me out of that particular tight spot.
"That would be me." I jumped at the voice; hands moving to cover my mouth before the shriek of surprise came out, I turned to my side to find the speaker.
It was a man, not that old in age, in fact rather young compared to some of the others that were walking around. His ink black hair was tied back from his face, giving a clear view of his chiseled features and cold gaze. His lips remained unsmiling, never moving from the slight frown he wore as I looked at him.
"Uh..." I was at a loss for words, partly because my heart was still thumping from the shock, and partly because he had my heart thumping for a whole different reason.
"Shouldn't you be thanking me right now?" His voice was as cold as his eyes. There was no emotion in his words, well there was, but it sounded a lot like annoyance.
"Excuse me?" I blinked a few times trying to figure out what he was implying.
"For some reason, I just stuck my neck out for you, even though you were the one causing trouble. I think that deserves some gratitude." I let out a huff of disbelief. What he was saying may have been true but he didn't have to be so rude about it.
"I'm thankful and all but you don't have to talk to me like that. If I recall correctly, I didn't ask you to do anything for me."
Something crossed his face but it was gone before I could even begin to try and guess what it was. He took a step closer and leaned forward, face only inches away. His grey eyes scanned my face briefly before meeting mine again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
I felt my cheeks start to burn under his patronising gaze but I couldn't bring myself to walk away. Although this guy was clearly a jerk with an overinflated ego, there was something attractive about him but whatever that was, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
"No? Then why were you shouting my name at the top of your lungs?" It took me a minute to grasp what he was saying. No... There was no way in hell it could be this easy.
"You're victor Benedict?" I asked suspiciously, not quite trusting the guy but still unable to stop the sense of relief from rushing through my body.
"The one and only. Now if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be." With that he turned on his heels, walking towards the exit and leaving me standing alone, no doubt looking rather ridiculous.