This is only my second fan-fiction and my first in this style. The italics are someone else's thoughts and hopefully it makes sense. If you don't like supernatural fics then don't read it because it won't appeal. Please Read and Review, thanks! Also, it's inspired by Just Like Heaven, so some people may know where its headed!
Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from Holly.
Somebody notice me, someone has to know I'm here!
Slamming my fist into the side of the machine I cried out in anger, it was eleven at night and into my first shift at the New York Crime Lab, I'd managed to break a heel tackling some guy on the street and probably earn myself some 'looney tune' points from dancing across the trace lab waiting for results. And now, the vending machine won't work. I give it a swift kick, watching as the bar edges forward slightly, smiling at the fact that I'm winning the fight, I plant another forceful kick.
"Whoa, hold your horses there.'' A New York accent tells me from behind. I turn sheepishly, hoping that it's not the maintenance guy who is going to bust a gut that I'm kicking his machine. "That machine slap your grandma or something?'' Instead I'm greeted by a tall, dark haired man in a suit with the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen.
"It won't give me my Hershey bar,'' I answer sounding distance memorised by his eyes, probably not my finest moment.
"Well we can't have that on your first day now can we?'' He smiles, he shoves the top of the machine harder than I could, making the bar fall to the bottom. "Don Flack, but everyone just calls me Flack.''
Smooth Flack.
"Holly Matthews,'' I answer as I retrieve my Hershey. "People call me Holly.'' I laugh, my god I'm pathetic at jokes. He smiles back, although I'm sure he's just humouring me. "Want half?'' I offer the bar across to him.
"Ok, but only cause I'm hungry, usually I don't meet a girl then take half her candy.'' He explains.
Like hell you don't. Lair.
"So you're the new girl from Boston then?'' He asks, taking a seat on one of stools at the bar.
"Yeah, well I am from Staten Island originally'' I explain snapping the bar in half, and passing him some squares. "Went to college at Boston, nothing was bringing me back at the time, so I stayed and went to academy there.''
Boo hoo, no one cares about your life story.
"Should have known that kick as a New Yorker,'' he laughs. "Heard you rugby tackled a dealer from the park.''
Big deal. I can kick that in my first hour of a shift.
"It was nothing,'' I smile back, "I snapped a heel, so it really wasn't impressive.''
"Mac thought it was alright, and everyone wants to impress their boss on the first day right?'' That's as maybe but I doubt he thinks that when he caught me dancing to Sexyback I think, although I choose not to discuss that topic. "Listen, don't listen to the gossip, I know Mac was going to hire you before everything that happened.'' He catches the eye of a woman I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to know outside the break room. "I gotta go, anyone gives you hassle, send them to me yeah?'' He shots as he makes his way to the door.
Like anyone is scared of you, I laugh. I try to follow Flack back so I can eves drop what he and Stella are discussing, I want to know what she thinks of the new girl, and she's a general good judge of character. But I can't. It's like I'm stuck in this room, I am not being stuck in the break room, it's like there's an invisible barrier in front of me, I can't move any further forward. What? This has never happened before, why can't anyone see that I'm here?
I nod in response to Flacks final comment. Well at least one person is talking to me like I could actually be more than a temp. Screwing up the wrapper and tossing it in the trash, as I make my way back to the trace lab so I can finish up and maybe get back to my place before the sun rises.
Finally the barrier seems to shift and I can move, I try to follow Flack as he and Stella head for Mac's office, but I seem to be dragged away from them and I am instead being taken to trace lab, it feels like some kind of magnet is dragging me by the back of my shirt. I want to go to Mac's office!
I retake my seat at my make shift desk, meaning I can fill out my report as the results come through. Placing one headphone into my ear and turning on my ipod, probably not the best idea after today's performance but its quiet and I don't intend on making the same mistake twice. Tapping my foot along to Will Smith's Switch, I get back to examining my perps trousers.
BAM
My head jerks up, that was a definite bam against the glass. There's no one in sight, I'm sitting in an empty lab and I can't see anyone near any of the glass walls, I check the floor to see if anything has fallen into the glass somehow.
She heard that. Oh my god, she heard something I did. I try again to hit the glass but nothing happens.
I shake my head, I must be hearing things, I replace my headphone in my ear and continue on with the rest of the nights work.