Agent Skywalker: Chapter One

The alarm sounds at zero six thirty hours just like I set it and I slap the snooze button turning it off. It'd be so nice to just roll over and go back to sleep for another hour- or eight but duty calls and I'm a responsible adult.

One word I never thought of myself as, dutiful yes but responsible? Hell no.

I was always the party animal, the one who liked to go out and have fun and push reality to the side for the night. There are times I wish I still had that kind of life but my partying days are behind me since I've gotten my dream job and a random knock on the door one morning by a woman whom I vaguely remembered who dropped two bundles into my arms and told me they were mine, that she wanted nothing to do with them and that they were my problem now.

Those two bundles changed my life forever and honestly, I wouldn't change anything. They may have been a mistake, an accidental pregnancy- that is, but they're the best mistake I ever made.

Rolling out of bed, I go through my morning routine of going to the bathroom, taking a shower to clean and wake myself up, shave, brush my teeth, dry off, get semi-dressed and let Bandit (our fat little French Bulldog) out into the backyard. Work usually requires a suit and tie depending on the day and that kind of day is today. I dress in my black suit with my black tie but leave the suit jacket on the kitchen chair for me to throw on when we head out this morning.

This morning has been a morning I've been dreading for a while. Luke and Leia's first day of school, real school, kindergarten- not preschool. My little babies are growing up and I can't stop it. It hurts seeing them grow but it's also beautiful too, to see the wonderful people I know they'll become and already are.

Luke, my baby boy who is so much like me already that I can already see him wearing a suit like mine with a gun holstered on his hip and an FBI badge hanging on a lanyard around his neck. He has my looks down to the same birth mark which is scary, a little brown dot that is almost like a freckle right next to our right shoulder blades. If he was born a little over two decades earlier, we could've been identical twins.

Then there is Leia, she is a firecracker if I ever saw one. She thinks she's my mother, bossing me around and already telling me what she's going to wear and do. If she wasn't my daughter, I'd show her the door but she is (I had a paternity test performed on them already to make sure of that) and despite her bossiness, I love her. She'll make a good politician one day, I may not like them, but I know she'd make a good one and she'd probably be the only one I'd ever like.

The time is zero seven fifteen hours now and the twins have to be at school by zero eight forty five this morning to meet their teacher and say bye to their parents. That's the moment I'm dreading, I love being with them and although they may drive me crazy at times, they're still my children and I'd do anything for them- like dealing with their craziness.

Since I have some time still, I take off my shirt and pants and hang them up on the chair with my suit jacket and walk down to the basement where I keep my exercise equipment and do a quick workout. Nothing too strenuous or anything that'll make me all sweaty but something that'll help me calm down. I decide to glove up, punch the heavy bag and get a good work out in by pummeling the bag making my knuckles sore, like my old boxing days before going back up stairs and getting redressed. I slide my holster on to my belt and check my glock 23 before holstering it. Everything else is already in my pockets, I can feel my badge wallet and regular wallet in my back pockets, my cellphone is on its holster on my belt, my handcuffs are in their holster also on my belt and my extra magazines for my glock are in my pocket where I tend to keep them instead of holsters.

Everything ready, I walk to the twins shared room and walk over to Leia first. She tends to take longer to wake up in the morning and I shake her awake gently.

"Leia, sweetheart," I say, trying to keep my voice down to not wake up Luke yet. "Time to wake up and shower."

She slowly opens her big brown eyes and just stares at me.

"You awake? Come on, first day of school. Remember?" Unlike me, she's been very excited for this day and was excited last night too.

She slowly nods before throwing her pink princess blankets off of her and standing to her shaky feet. She almost falls but I steady her and guide her to the bathroom where I turn on the lights and then the water in the shower.

"No longer than ten minutes, your brother has to take one too." I tell her as she nods slowly in acknowledgement and yawns, stretching her arms out as wide as her little arms can go.

"Okay, Daddy." She says in the way she and her brother do that always melts my heart. I never thought that I was capable of loving anyone as much as I love them, ironically enough I love them more than myself and that is saying something.

I leave her to her business and close the door quietly behind me. Luke's still sleeping, snoring quietly with his hand hanging on the edge of the bed and drool hanging out of his mouth. I smile and leave him alone for a few more minutes and head back out to the kitchen. We all still need to eat some breakfast and I need to pack their lunches for them. I also need to call mom this morning and make sure she can still pick up and watch the twins for me after school, she already agreed to watch them for me but I need to make sure or I'll need to arrange to leave early today. It isn't easy being a single parent of one kid, never mind twins but my boss is great and the Bureau is supportive.

Taking out the cereal, I pour them in the bowls and put them out for the twins. I'll get the milk when they're ready to eat them, no one likes soggy cereal.

Ten minutes is up and Leia is just stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around herself when I go to check on her. Next up is Luke and I walk over to his bed and shake him gently awake too, "Luke buddy, time to wake up."

He sits up in startlement and his wide blue eyes land on mine. "Oh. Morning, Daddy." He says, relaxing before yawning, stretching and rubbing his eyes awake.

"Morning, Son," I reply, kissing him on the head before helping him stand up. He stands up just fine and walks to the bathroom. "Ten minute shower then get dressed. Your clothes will be laid out for you on your bed." He nods, yawning again and vanishes into the bathroom as Leia is coming out still wrapped up in her towel. I go and pull out their navy blue shirts and tan pants, tan skirt for Leia and set them out on their beds, along with their underwear and a pair of socks. "Get dressed and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast."

Thirty minutes later, they're all dressed, we finished eating our breakfast, their lunches are made and Leia's hair is done exactly as she wanted it. Bandit is also fed and he has water in his bowl, I throw on my suit jacket and check my pockets again. I got everything I need and the twins come back giggling about something.

"Got everything you need?"

"Yup," they reply.

"Brush your teeth?"

"Yep."

"Backpacks?"

They point to their backpacks sitting on the couch and go to grab them. A stupid Elsa one for Leia and a Superman one for Luke.

"Lunches?"

I go and put their lunch boxes in their bags and zipper them back up.

"Okay, we got everything we need?"

They nod until I look at their feet and motion to them. They beam at me before running off for their shoes and then come running back and take their seats on the couch where I help them put them on and tie them.

"Alright, let's go."

We leave the house with Bandit looking at me like I'm committing a sin by not bringing him, I shrug to him and lock the door behind me before walking to my black Jeep Grand Cherokee. It's my FBI truck and for official FBI business only but I'm going to work and dropping the kids off for school before going is allowed- at least I think it is. Either way, I help them up into their booster seats and buckle them both in before taking my seat and begin our drive to school and then work.

"Daddy," Luke says from behind me. "Put on the sirens."

I shake my head with a smile, they love the lights and sirens but it's not something I'm allowed to do unless it's an emergency or time is of the essence.

"Sorry, buddy," I tell him, "but you know the rules."

He humphs before responding, "rules are meant to be broken. Your words."

He has me there. "That is sometimes true but not always. I work for the government and have to follow the rules, some rules you can bend but others you can't. This is one of the ones I can't break or they can take this truck from me along with my badge and gun. We're supposed to be responsible, it wouldn't be very responsible of me to put my lights and sirens on just for fun in morning traffic, people tend to panic around police vehicles and accidents do happen."

Luke doesn't agree but he doesn't protest either.

The rest of the short ten minute car ride is quiet until we pull up at school. Dayton Elementary, named after a very well known former school teacher who was apparently loved by her former students, colleagues and by the community for her dedication to her students and to all those around her. Cars are lined up and down the street, mostly double parked and I join them and help Luke and Leia out of their booster seats and hold their hands tight as we walk into the schoolyard.

The moment I've been dreading is here and it's bittersweet. How will they react when it's time for me to go? Will they cry and beg me to take them with me or will they just shoo me away like they're embarrassed of me? I'm hoping for the former because I may very well act that way.

The schoolyard is intimidating. Kids are running around everywhere, parents are trying to catch them and look to see where they're going and I just look for Ms. Naberrie who is their kindergarten teacher. I've never seen her before but the smallest kids should be around her and- there she is. Little kids, about the size of Luke and Leia are holding on to their parents hands and are standing around a short pretty dark-haired woman. I wasn't sure what I was expecting but I wasn't expecting their teacher to be an extremely attractive young woman around my age, that's for damn sure.

Her warm chocolate brown eyes light up landing on Luke and Leia and they see her and Leia beams up at her while Luke shyly hides behind my left leg burying his face nearly into my ass. It's uncomfortable and I nudge him just a little and he grips on to my left leg and buries his face into the side of my left leg which is far better and more comfortable than my ass.

"You must be Mister Skywalker, I'm Miss Naberrie." She smiles at me, showing off her perfect white teeth and I smile back and shake her extended hand noting just how perfectly her soft little hand fits in mine. If she was my teacher, I'd have a hard time concentrating on anything but her. "It's nice to meet you."

"It's... nice to meet you too." Looking down between the twins, I introduce them as if I need too. It's pretty easy to tell which is Luke and which is Leia, after all Luke would never ask for pigtails or ask me to do his hair. It's a miracle I even know how to do certain hair styles but mom and one of my Agents, Ahsoka Tano (or Snips as I call her) taught me how too telling me that Leia's a girl's girl and needs to have her hair done every now and again. Luke is by far the easier twin to handle, being a man it's easier to raise a boy than it is a girl but I love them both equally even if Leia likes to give me a hard time on an almost daily basis. "This is Leia and the shy one here is Luke. He may be shy now but once he's comfortable, he'll come out of his shell." Luke pinches me in embarrassment and I almost jump in surprise since his pinch was my left butt cheek.

He smiles mischievously up at me knowing exactly what he did before looking at his teacher then to his sister and then back up at me. Leia on the other hand is totally transfixed on her new teacher and takes control by leaving my side and holding her hand out to her teacher. "I'm not the shy one." Leia says with a wide toothy smile.

Miss Naberrie smiles brightly back down at her and I feel my heart trying to rip its way out of my rib cage when she crouches down to meet Leia at eye level giving me a very generous view of her cleavage. Her smile is blinding, I can't help but smile too and that smile grabs all of my attention, shocking even me. Leia already likes her teacher and Luke is starting to become less shy. He's no longer burying his face into my ass or leg, that's always a plus.

"Daddy," Luke says. Looking down at him, I raise an eyebrow for him to continue. "Could you stay with me?"

If only I could just to get closer to the beautiful Miss Naberrie... I grin, at that thought and kneel down to him. "Luke, buddy. I have to go to work and if it wasn't as dangerous as it was, I may bring you with me but it is. Plus, look at all these kids." Luke looks around at them, he doesn't look eased or impressed by them. "You'd be much happier here with Leia and other kids your age rather than with me and old people." Even I'm old to Luke. Since when is twenty-eight years old, old? I don't even have any grey hair or wrinkles!

"But I like Uncle Ben and Aunt 'Soka." Luke pouts, trying to get me to bring him but I am an expert negotiator and not going to encourage his behavior. "Uncle Rex and Cody are cool too."

Cool, not a word Luke uses to describe me. He just calls me a dork, Leia too. "That may be but I have my job to do and now you have yours." At least one of my kids don't want me to leave. "We all went to school Luke, kindergarten is fun. You'll like it, I'm sure of it and I will see you tonight after work. Grandma is going to pick you up."

Luke nods, wrapping his little arms around my neck. "Could we have pizza for supper tonight?" He asks in a quiet voice, I just smile and nod. Where did that question come from?

"I'll tell you what," I whisper into Luke's ear. "You be a good boy today for Miss Naberrie and we'll go to Dex's tonight." Luke loves Dex's, its a restaurant near our house and according to Luke, they have the best pizza. "How does that sound?" Luke snuggles his face into the crook of my neck and I can feel him grin against me. "Now give me a kiss and I will see you tonight." Luke lets me go and kisses me on the lips goodbye. He seems more at ease now, it only took a little bribing. Hopefully he'll like his fellow classmates and teacher. I like her already, though in a very different way.

"I love you, Daddy." Luke says, his words squeezing at my heart. His big blue eyes matching my own, smile at me.

"I love you too, Son." I kiss his head and ruffle his hair. Leia is back at my side after her conversation with her teacher and her big brown eyes find mine. "I love you too, Leia. Be good today."

She huffs, crossing her little arms at me. "Why do you always say that to me?" Because you're always doing as you please and disobeying me. That's why, but I can't say that out loud. Not here, at least.

Instead I cross my much bigger arms across my chest and raise a challenging eyebrow at her. "Because young lady, I know you. You should know that you can't pull one over on me, I am a Federal Agent remember? I investigate crimes and interrogate bad guys all the time. Your big brown eyes and cute little face may weaken my resolve most times but you can't fool me." Maybe I shouldn't have said all that, people don't need to know what I do for a living but I'm sure they noticed the gun on my hip by now and figured out that I was some kind of law enforcement officer even if my gun is mostly hidden by my black suit jacket. "You're exactly like your father, Leia. That is why I always say that to you. But I also told Luke, for the record."

Leia keeps her arms crossed and shrugs. "I'll try, but I won't make any promises." Yes, exactly like your father.

"I wouldn't ask nor expect any more than that but just know that should Grandma receive a less than stellar report about you when she picks you up, that doll you want will just have to wait and that iPad of yours will just have to stay with me for a week or two." Leia knows exactly what I'm saying, either she's good or that stupid doll she wants won't be bought for her and I'll take her iPad from her and she wouldn't want that.

She concedes with a nod. "Fine," she huffs. "I'll be good but I expect to be compensated for it with my doll." Where the hell does she learn these big words? Words that are way bigger than any five year old little girl? Words that even I don't use most days.

"This isn't a negotiation." She doesn't look convinced of that fact and I raise a challenging eyebrow at her in return. Of all people she could challenge she should know that I'm not one of them, I may cave in every now and again but that is because her big brown eyes melt my heart. "Now I have to get to work before I'm late." She turns her head to offer me her cheek, I give her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Have fun."

Miss Naberrie seems to have found our conversation amusing as I look back up at her. She has one of her hands over her mouth like shes trying not to laugh or at least trying to hide her laugh. "You have fun too, Ms. Naberrie." I nod to her and say bye to my own children again and take off back to my truck to begin my drive to downtown Chicago for work. We live just outside the city, I grew up in Chicago and wouldn't exactly want my children to grow up like I did but I was assigned to the Chicago Field Office when I finished my probationary period and was assigned to the Organized Crime Bureau which is where I'm still assigned and am presently a Supervisory Special Agent.

It's fun being a supervisor, sure I have some more work but it isn't all required to be completed at work. I could just bring my laptop home with me and finish my unclassified and insensitive documentation there but I tend to do it all at the office because I'd never get it done at home with Luke and Leia running around.

Just as I'm pulling out, my phone begins to ring and I answer it without looking.

"Skywalker."

"Good morning, Anakin." It's my boss- Assistant Special Agent in Charge of Organized Crime in the Chicago Field Office, Ben Kenobi.

"Morning Ben," I reply, putting my phone on speaker as I navigate through traffic to get to the highway. "I just dropped the twins off at school and am on my way in."

"I need you to go to Chicago's Wentworth Police Station for me. CPD picked up a guy for a felony warrant and he's claiming to have information that he's planning on using in exchange for his release. However, he says he'll only talk to the FBI and he has connections to the Velanti Crime Family. This may be the man we need to infiltrate their organization and I want you to question him and find out what he has before we make any deals. If he's credible give me a call and I'll brief the US Attorney's Office and we'll get the ball rolling."

"Sounds good, I'm on my way now and will give you a call soon. Just text me the information on the guy I'm supposed to be questioning."

"Very well, good luck."

We hang up and I change my destination to the Wentworth Police Station, a station that I grew up near as a kid. I don't need the GPS for it, probably one of the reasons I was assigned to the Chicago Field Office in the first place.

Thirty minutes later, I pull up at the station and park in the parking lot in a visitor spot. The station doesn't look much different from when I was a kid but that was only really over a decade ago, not that long.

Shutting off my truck, I take my keys out of the ignition and put them in my pocket and pull out my iPhone to see the info Ben sent me on this guy.

His name is Joseph Avery or Fat Joe as he's called on the street. He was picked up on an armed robbery charge, the Velanti's will be aware and will know he cooperated with the police if he just gets out, but they may bail him out and if they do then we'll have our in. If he doesn't get bailed out then we can always have him tell us everything he knows about the family, stuff that we can use to build up a case on them and then he'll have to agree to testify and more than likely we'll put him in the witness protection program. If he decides not to cooperate then I'll just let him go and try building a case without him or I'll use leverage against him to force his cooperation. I'm not above forcing someone to help me put away a crime family who has killed dozens over the years just to intimidate the community and to ensure their silence. Past witnesses ended up dead, their identities compromised before they could help us and we had to start at square one all over again. I won't allow another witness or asset to die trying to help me put away cold blooded killers.

One thing on my side is that the Velanti's don't know about me since I was never formally involved in a case against them. At least I wasn't until now and I'm sure we'll get very well acquainted throughout this investigation.

Taking my badge wallet out of my back pocket, I walk into the station, up the stairs and to the front desk. "Can I help you?" The desk sergeant grumbles.

I flash my badge letting him take a good look. "I'm SSA Anakin Skywalker with the FBI's Chicago Field Office. I'm here to see a Detective Rivers about the guy he collared."

The sergeant nods picking up the phone and then hangs up after a minute of talking. "He'll be down in a minute."

I nod my thanks and walk to the side of the desk to wait for the Detective. He comes down in a minute like the Sergeant said and extends his hand to me.

"Detective Rivers."

"Supervisory Special Agent Anakin Skywalker," I reply, introducing myself. "What can you tell me about Fat Joe?"

Rivers snickers at that name as he leads me back up the stairs he just came down. "I see you Fed's know his nickname too, eh?" There's little we don't know but I don't say that, instead I just give him a knowing look. "Right, all that I can say is that he's a dirt bag and if you want him, you can have him but only after we book him and he faces his charges. He won't say a word to us, he says he'll only talk to the FBI."

There's nothing I hate more than a pissing contest. This Detective thinks he can just wave a bone in front of me and keep it, he's wrong. When there's a bone in front of me, I take it. But he doesn't have to know that either. "What is he being charged with? Armed robbery, right?"

He nods, opening a door and leading me into the observation room. "Armed robbery, yeah, along with assault and battery with a deadly weapon. He held up a convenient store, apparently he was trying to extort the owner but the owner refused and pulled out a pistol he had behind the counter. Fat Joe pulled out his own and aimed it at the owner's head. Mind you, Joe was just on the other side of the counter and the owner dropped his gun in a heartbeat. Joe pistol-whipped him over the head with the butt of his pistol, walked around and took the money from the register and left. Someone called 911 about a robbery in progress, we arrived and the store owner wasn't able to talk but the tape for his surviellance camera was just... lying there and we took it. After all, it was a crime scene." Chicago Justice, screw the law, just bend it to your will. They wonder why they have such a crime problem.

"Crime scene, right." I'm sure he can hear the sarcasm in my voice. Police and federal agents alike still require search warrants for crime scenes. Maybe not if it's outside on public property but if it's a car, house or store like it in this case then a search warrant is needed unless waived by the owner or if the evidence pertinent to the crime was in plain view. The video tape clearly wasn't in plain view, it would be inside a VCR and if the owner decides not to press charges then that evidence is inadmissible since no search warrant authorized its seizure and the charges can't be pressed because the victim would either deny anything happened or wouldn't cooperate and the witness that called this into 911 wouldn't be enough for any prosecutor to move forward on. It would be a he said, he said and even if his pistol had the victims blood on it, without his cooperation they'd just be speculating since that tape would be inadmissible in any court of law.

I don't make cases that are that weak but this Detective obviously does. That is of course unless the owner remembers everything and does decide to press charges and cooperate, then they have a case and I could use that to force Fat Joe to cooperate. Otherwise I don't have much to go on except for the fact that he requested the FBI here.

Perhaps he's had enough of that life and wants to right some wrongs or maybe he has other reasons. I wouldn't know and won't until I talk to him. "Our conversation will be private. I don't want any prying eyes or ears to be looking in or listening to our conversation." Rivers raises his hands and walks out of the observation room, leaving me alone.

I step into the interrogation room where Fat Joe is handcuffed to the table and looking up at me with his grey eyes hidden under his bushy grey-black eyebrows. "I take it you're a G-Man?" He asks in a low gruffy voice.

I simply nod pulling out the seat across from the steel table and sit. Fat Joe's eyeing me like he's trying to size me up, I barely pay him any mind. Let him learn who's in control here, let him learn that FBI Agents don't pander to criminals like him.

But I let my eyes wander and see the sleeve tattoos on both of his slightly tan, bare forearms. It's hard to tell what they are from here, but they're certainly not new. Gangsters and even those involved in organized crime are known to get tattoos of crimes they've committed, they wear them like a badge of honor.

"Supervisory Special Agent Anakin Skywalker," I slide my badge across the table for him to see. "FBI, Chicago Field Office. Detective Rivers informed my boss that you wished to speak to the FBI and that you wouldn't talk to CPD. Here I am, why don't we discuss what you want and what you have to offer before we talk any further. You don't have to give me specifics, yet but you should know that the FBI and the US Attorney's Office don't make deals with criminals for small fish or small time crimes. If you want something from us then what you have to offer better be big and it better be one hundred percent true, anything less than that and I will leave this room and you'll never see me or another FBI Agent offering you anything, ever again."

He smiles at me, showing off his tobacco stained teeth. "I like you already," he declares, like I actually give two-fucks if he likes me or not. "You don't beat around the bush and you have the power these cops wish they had. Fine, I'll tell you what I want and what I have to offer but I won't tell you everything until I have what I want, authorized, written and signed by one of your AUSA's." This guy obviously knows his stuff, it's not that surprising given his... career but he obviously knows that while I have much more authority and power than any local or state cop, Assistant US Attorneys are the only people in the Federal Government able to offer him a legally binding deal. Of course there are their bosses too who can authorize a deal like a US Attorney, US Attorney General and the President of the United States but they're too highly placed to deal with someone like him.

"My boss ordered me to come here and talk to you." I tell him, making my point clear. In no uncertain terms. "He told me to see what you had to offer and if I thought you were legit. If you don't offer me anything of substantial worth, along with what you really want then I'll leave and you won't get a deal. Period. Now stop jerking me around and tell me what you want or I'll stand and walk out that door and you won't see me again."

"Witness protection." He answers, telling me something I already knew. "For me and my family." Family? Now that's surprising for a man like him, I may not have read his criminal history or background really but given what he's been arrested for today, he sounds like an enforcer.

"If what you have to offer me is of value then I will take your offer to my boss and he'll brief the AUSA for organized crime. I'll get your family myself, so long as your family is immediate family and so long as they actually want to go. I won't force them against their will to give up everything because of your poor career choice." He snarls at me, I just shrug. Like he didn't know what he was signing up for? Please.

"I can bring you to where three dead states witnesses are buried and where the murder weapons were dumped." He offers, giving me little to go on.

Does he think I'm new here or just dumb? "As kind as that is, that won't be enough. A murder weapon and the body may be proof that they were killed and by what but it doesn't tell me who killed them or that it was related to the Velanti crime family." That is, if the murder weapons are even still located where they were dumped.

He smiles at me again, like he knew or at least hoped I'd mention that. "I killed them on the orders of Charlie Velanti." The son of the Don or in other words, the son of the boss/patriarch of the crime family.

I'm really not surprised and suddenly have the urge to unholster my glock, shove it down his throat and pull the trigger. If I could get away it, I just might but then Luke and Leia flash before my eyes and my glock remains holstered along with most of my anger. "Do you have proof that he ordered their executions? You must understand that your word alone isn't going to be enough."

"I've been recording all of my phone conversations for the past year. Suspicions have been raised on who the father of Natalie's baby is and these recordings have become my insurance." He smiles again, looking like he's proud of his accomplishment. "We married in secret. Flew to Vegas, married and stayed for a week for our honeymoon. The family was none the wiser that I married their sweet little Natalie."

That's when it clicks, Natalie is the youngest daughter of the Don! I thought this guy was insane before, but I'm absolutely positive now that he's confessed to not only killing three state witnesses to a Federal-fucking-Agent, but also sleeping with and marrying the daughter of his Don! And in secret! Is it a bad thing that I kind of like that? What can I say? Most people lie to me even when I catch them red-handed, like Luke and Leia with the cookie jar. "So you want me to sneak your wife and child out? Do they know of your plans? Looking at the Don's daughter is dangerous enough, let alone knocking her up and marrying her in secret."

"She'll go." He says, sounding and looking absolutely confident that she will. "She doesn't like the family business, why she fell in love with me is besides me for that very reason. Not to mention the fact that I'm twice her age and that she's way out of my league but I don't question her love for me. Nathaniel is starting to look more like me though every day and I fear for Natalie and for Nathaniel for when the day comes that they realize who his father is. I'll be killed, no questions asked but what happens after that? Natalie will at best get beat senseless by her brother, more by her father. Worst case is she ends up dead too and my son ends up like me or Charlie. I never felt that way about anyone until I held him in my arms..."

I can relate but I'm not about to mention that fact to him. My children are the most precious people in my life, my mother too and I wouldn't even think of ever exposing them to the evil of my job. This guy sitting across from me now is amongst the most evil that I've ever been face-to-face with. Killing people trying to do the right thing simply because he was ordered too and he feels no remorse. He smiled telling me he killed them, if he felt remorse or was sorry for what he did then he wouldn't have smiled.

"You have a kid too, don't ya?" He asks, staring me right in the eye. No smile on his face now, just pure curiousity.

Not going there. "If you want a deal then you'll have to tell me where the recordings are, I'll retrieve them and have our techs confirm their authenticity. We'll go to the dig sites and find the bodies then we'll need to collect the murder weapons. Even if we find all of the above, we'll still need you to testify."

"And you'll get everything you asked for, so long as you hold up your end."

"I'll see what I can do and just in case I wasn't clear earlier, if any of what you just told me is even a tiny bit false then the deal is over before it begins and you'll be enjoying the next ten years inside a state penitentiary and your fears, if that part is true, may very well become reality." I take my badge back off the table and slide it back in my back pocket and pull a notepad out of my jacket pocket. "Tell me the names of the three witnesses as a show of good faith for me to confirm they actually were state witnesses and that were in fact going to testify against the Velanti's."

He gives me the names and I step out into the observation room to call Ben.

"What did he have to offer?" No beating around the bush this morning, he must really want to take this family down. He was involved in this case for years now, he just never got the break that we may have gotten this morning. I relay the offer along with the names he offered as a show of good faith and what he wanted in return. "Looks like the names are good. They were all ready to testify before grand jury's about what they saw in relation to the Velanti crime family and just happened to disappear. Their bodies were never found."

"Yeah," I say trying to reign in my anger. "They were killed by orders of the son but those orders were carried out by this son of a bitch."

"Anakin, you know how this works." Ben says, much to my frustration. "We're after the big fish and the only way these families, like so many others will get justice is for us to take down the whole Velanti crime family. We'll start with the son and then start to dismantle the rest of them, piece by piece until they can't stand any longer and collapse."

"Copy that," those aren't the words I wanted to say but there's no point in taking my anger out on my boss. He doesn't deserve it.

"I'll get back to you when I speak to the AUSA about what he has to offer and what he wanted in exchange. He may want to hang him up on a flagpole too like you do but we still need those bodies and those murder weapons. Without them, there is only his word." He's right about that, but that doesn't mean we can't find them on our own. Of course, if they were that easy to find, we would've found them already and there is a chance they won't be found for years, if ever. We can't do that to these families, they deserve better and they deserve justice. That is what we do.

"I'll be waiting." Hanging up, I snap my phone back onto my holster and wait in the observation room for a response.

This was the first part of the two-chapter pilot for Agent Skywalker

I'm a big fan of Anidala, I'm also a fan of the twins and I'm also a fan of crime drama's and I decided to wrap them all up into one and I decided to write in the first person pov of Anakin. In this story, Padmé obviously isn't their mother, rather she is their kindergarten teacher and that is because I wanted to write this as a romance story (among other genres) and I wanted to start that romance from the very beginning.

Throughout this story, it'll evolve from the romance aspect of Anakin and Padmé (which only really involved Anakin's roaming eyes and fantasies but will evolve greatly over the course of this story), the case aspect (which will begin at the beginning of an organized crime case as you saw and will go through the motions of taking down this fictional Italian crime family), the family aspect (which will show how close and dynamic Anakin and his children are together and will see some more of the twins cuteness, Leia's sassiness and Luke's adorableness, as well as Anakin's relationship with his mother and step-family), and lastly, the friends/coworkers aspect (which will show Anakin's close relationship with his boss and coworkers/team since he is a Supervisory Special Agent which is the boss of a team or a unit most times, as it is in this case).

As of this moment, this is rated T for teen but I will move it on up to M for mature when we reach that point for violence and adult situations.

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