Hey Everybody! Eeesh, first story I'll have had posted in quite a while now so take a read and lemme know what chu guys think

Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Vampire Academy. All rights go to the amazing Richelle Mead.

"I brought doughnuts!" Were the first words I heard two minutes after I walked into my office for the day. They were probably the best words a person could hear at seven in the morning.

"My hero!" I exclaimed swinging around in my seat as Mason made his way in, a large white box in his hands.

He chuckled and placed them on my desk before taking a seat on the other side of it. I was ripping into the box the moment his hands had left them. Flipping open the lid, I found twelve strawberry iced doughnuts staring at me, practically begging me to eat them. Who was I to argue with the will of sweet, doughy goodness? I grabbed two – one in each hand – and looked back up to Mason who was still laughing.

"So," I said around a mouthful of doughnut. "What's up, Mase? You only bring me doughnuts when you've messed something up." It was true, too. The last time he'd brought me a box of chocolate iced doughnuts was when his office was in being renovated and he, wanting to impress a girl had taken her to see my office instead. I'd later landed on my ass after trying to sit in my chair – which they'd broken – before finding a red G-sting hanging off my potted palm. Needless to say, he wasn;t allowed into my office alone after that – I would have said at all but those damn doughnuts he'd bought had done their job. I was bribed.

"Hey!" he exclaimed as he mocked offense. "I do not only bring doughnuts when I mess up. I bring them because I am a lovely friend that you, my dear, are plain lucky to have."

I scoffed. "What's really up?"

He dropped the act.

"I heard your mom's coming in later."

I chocked on the doughnut I was devouring. "What?!"

"Yeah, apparently her team are looking into some big case and it's moved down here," he told me sympathetically.

I groaned. I hadn't seen my mother for a few months now and I thanked my lucky stars for everyday that I didn't see her.

Agent Janine Hathaway was one of the best agents the FBI had ever seen. Screw that, she was the best of the very best that they'd seen. I'd admit it – she was damn good. She was a small lady with flaming red hair, crazy expectations and a personality that rivalled that of Adolf Hitler. She was also the most intimidating woman that I'd ever met. She'd successfully cracked every case she took on and there wasn't a single officer I'd met that had not looked up to her. Like I said, she was a damn good agent.

She was also however, a crap parent.

Being the only daughter of Agent Janine Hathaway was without a doubt hard. She ruled with an iron fist and growing up it was always her way or the highway. She'd enrolled me into school when I was four – younger than any other student in my class – and when I'd graduated at seventeen, she'd shoved me off to become an officer of the law. Being under eighteen, I hadn't had any choice at the time and by the time I did turn eighteen, everyone already knew me as 'Hathaway Junior'. I was expected to live up to the living legend herself. And so I tried. I was doing extremely well too until she decide that being a police officer wasn't enough anymore. She'd pulled a few (more like a lot) strings and gotten me a job in the FBI. After uprooting my life and replanting as she wished, she'd left me alone.

The last time I'd seen her had been four months ago, on my twenty-first birthday. She'd flown in to Montana, given me a weird blue eye pendant thing, bitched me out for having a drink and took the next flight out.

Needless to say, I was not looking forward to seeing her again.

"I have to say," Mason began slowly. "I'm sort of excited to meet her. She's a legend. I want to know what weapons legends like her work with. What do you think she uses? Oh my goodness, can you just imagine her with nun chucks?!" his eyes lit up as he spoke and I resisted the urge to reach out and smack him.

"She's an agent, Mase. An agent in America. She clearly uses a fucking a gun," I snapped. I understood that everyone got excited at the mention of Janine Hathaway but come on! He was friend. He was meant to be on my side, agreeing with me as I bitched the old grump out. Instead, I could practically imagine him wearing a cheerleader's outfit with a big letter 'J' on it, his messy red hair held up in pigtails.

"Oh. Right," at least he had the decency to look embarrassed as he glanced down at his watch. "Anyway, I'd better go. Eddie's probably in now. Ciao."

Eddie was his partner. Well, not officially. Eddie and Mason just worked better as a team than they did apart. They'd sort of formed an informal team, both in and out of work. They were inseparable and had been asked more than once if they were in a relationship.

"Adios," I replied glumly as I looked back at the doughnuts. They didn't look nearly as appealing now that I knew my mother was coming. Still, I couldn't let ten doughnuts go to waste.

Taking a deep breath, I dug in.