Haven walked into her local coffee shop on a lackluster Monday morning. She figured it didn't matter how late she was at this point since she was already running behind. When she got to the counter, the barista asked for her order but a voice, not her own, answered.
"She'll have a skinny macchiato," the male voice ordered for her.
Haven turned around and glared at the man before turning back to the barista, "I would actually like a cinnamon dolce latte, no whip cream," she finished handing over her debit card.
"You would have liked what I ordered," the overly confident man spoke again.
Haven rolled her eyes as she stepped out of the line waiting until after the man ordered his own coffee before she confronted him.
"Listen, sir. I know your type with your three piece suit and your 'I'm better than you' hat and sunglasses. I'm not interested in whatever you have in mind for the two of us. I'm a serious FBI agent and I have zero time for a social life," Haven said, her confidence level at an all time high.
The man smiled as he cocked his head to the side, "Agent Haven Masters, I know who you are and as flattered as I am about your assumptions, I am not here on a social call at all," he began, shocking her, "My name is Raymond Reddington. Does that ring a bell with you?"
Haven's hand went up to her mouth in shock before she could stop it, "What are you here for? Do you want me to take you in?"
Reddington chuckled lightly, "No, no my dear. I am planning on turning myself in today but I need you to get yourself on Harold Cooper's task force as my inside man," he stated, his tone overly confident once more.
Haven shook her head as her drink was ready on the bar. She grabbed it and took a small sip before replying, "Do you have any idea of what you're asking? You just come to me in this coffee shop and try to get me to be an agent in the pocket of a criminal? How do I get on this task force and why me?"
Reddington smiled softly at her as his own drink was ready, "When I am taken into custody, I will be requesting to speak face to face with one agent and one alone so I can not use that hand picking method to get you as well. I want you as my inside man because you are far better at your job than any of the other agents that have tried to capture me over the years. Do you want this?"
"I don't have any time to decide do I?" Haven replied, wanting to be apart of a secret task force instead of her run of the mill white collar crime unit.
Reddington shook his head, "I'll be turning myself in once I've finished this cup of coffee. If you can track down the criminal known as the Garbage Collector while I am in processing, then Harold Cooper will find you, himself. Do you understand?"
Haven nodded, "I accept your proposition. Do you have any leads I can use to start looking?"
Reddington smiled as he turned to leave, "Start at the airport. If all goes to plan, our next meeting will take place in my hotel room paid for by the FBI," he finished with a cocky wink.
Haven took another sip of her coffee as she took a deep breath letting the events of the last few moments sink in. She inhaled and exhaled once more before beginning this new adventure at the airport.
A/N: This starts back at the beginning and goes with the new game just slightly. Reddington will eventually like this agent.