"Assistant Director Blackwell would like to see you in five, Special Agent Chase. Again, congratulations."
Annabeth Chase dipped her head to the Division Director before turning to make her way to the elevator.
Stopping by the restroom, she tied her curly blonde hair up in a ponytail and surveyed her appearance.
Her charcoal gray suit jacket contrasted nicely with her crisp white shirt, and made her steely gray eyes stand out even more than normal.
At the ripe age of 25, she had finally been promoted from her boring-ass desk job at the Bureau of Albany.
Now the real fun began.
She was a field agent now, and that meant she had a chance to prove her worth to the Bureau.
I wonder why Director Blackwell is calling me so soon...it must be a case.
With a huff, she dismissed her image and made her way to the elevator.
As soon as the elevator pinged on the 3rd floor, she stepped out and surveyed the area.
White tile flooring, leather couches and a reception desk, where a dark-haired woman was currently glaring at her computer.
Annabeth clasped her hands in front of her as soon as she made her way over and spoke, "Ma'am?"
The woman raised her head and gasped.
"Oh, you must be Annabeth Chase! Thank you for being prompt. I'll buzz you in."
The woman pressed an intercom button before speaking, "Director Blackwell, Annabeth Chase is here."
There was a pause before a gruff voice answered, "Buzz her in."
The receptionist nodded to Annabeth, who walked over to the door and waited for the buzzer.
Assistant Director Blackwell was shuffling through a few papers as she walked in and he nodded towards the empty seat in front of him.
"Sit down, Annabeth. We have a lot to discuss."
She glanced at the man currently slumped in the chair next to hers and made a sound of disdain.
The man was a complete mess.
His raven-black hair was disheveled, and he wore a brown leather jacket and a stained white t-shirt.
"So, Blackwell. You want a picture for your how-to manual?" The man spoke, gesturing towards her without even looking her way.
"Yes, Jackson. That's exactly what I'm doing. Writing a how to manual on how not to do your job and how to get fired. But lucky for you, you have more lives than a cat, you're getting yet another chance to show us that you can do your job correctly, " The director then released a sigh of exasperation before continuing.
"Now, if you'd shut your mouth and keep your comments to yourself for once, I'd like to move on with why I called you both in here."
Annabeth leaned forward, ignoring the man next to her and listened, curious to why she'd been called in.
"Annabeth Chase, met your new partner, Special Agent Perseus Jackson."
She opened her mouth to protest but the man sitting next to her, Perseus, beat her too it.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I am not working with a-"
"If you even thought of saying girl, I will kick your ass so you won't be able to sit for a week." Annabeth hissed angrily.
"Kinky, but I wasn't talking to you, Princess, " The man snarled at her, before finally turning, showing her his face.
He was definitely handsome, with stubble across his strong jaw and sharp piercing green eyes. That didn't distract from the fact that he smelt like warmed up kelp and had an attitude.
"Maybe you should just resign all together, instead of even trying to find a partner. I'll even help you with the paperwork." Annabeth snapped back at him.
"Hey, fuck you, Barbie Doll."
"Quiet both of you!" Blackwell barked, causing both agents to turn to look at him.
"Jackson, your going to stay here until you do something so illegal even I can't cover for you or get yourself killed. Chase, you make sure he doesn't do any of those things. Are we clear?"
Annabeth gritted her teeth but bobbed her head, "Yes, sir."
"Jackson?" Director Blackwell glared at the other agent, waiting for his response.
"Crystal, " the raven-haired agent ground out.
"Good. Now, for your case." Blackwell slid a file across the desk to Perseus, who picked it up and opened it.
He sat there for a few seconds, analyzing the file before he looked up, shock written all over his face.
"You're giving us the Tèssera Case?"
Annabeth felt her eyes widen.
She'd heard all about the Tèssera Case. Four people murdered: their throats slashed, clothes ripped off, and the Omega symbol, the last letter on the Greek alphabet, written in blood on their bathroom mirror.
There was no sign of forced entry, no residue left behind and definitely no trace of the killer.
This person was definitely a pro.
And most recently, one of the victims had been an agent of the Bureau, Agent Underwood, which made the FBI more directly involved with the case.
"That's correct, Percy." He rolled his pen absently on the desk before continuing, "You will both report to the New York field office, dressed properly, " he glanced at Special Agent Percy Jackson, "at zero nine hundred. Understood?"
Annabeth Chase stood up and nodded her head, "Yes sir."
With that, Annabeth walked out the room and waited for Percy to finish talking to the director.
A few minutes later, the agent walked out of the room, sent her a glare and pushed past her to get to the elevator.
She quickened her pace and as soon as he stopped at the elevator door, she held out her hand.
"Can I see the case file?"
His green eyes narrowed and he growled, "No."
"Excuse me?"
"Get your own."
The elevator pinged and Percy Jackson strode through the door, leaving Annabeth standing there with her hand clenched in a fist at her side.
I work my ass off and this is what I get? You'd got to be kidding me.
