Authors Note: Wow I'm on a Mimato role now! Yes, that's right, another Mimato! Just to tell you hardly any of the digidestined ever met in this story, and none of them have ever been to the digiworld. The only thing digimon in this story is the characters. That's about it so enjoy!
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this one to my friend Gia_B cause she has an obsession with FBI agents. Don't try to deny it either, you know you do! I also want to thank her for her help.
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon that'll happen after world domination. (You knew that was coming, didn't you?)
~ Cheating Destiny ~
"Here's your new assignment, Ishida," A tall burly man issued, dropping a folder of documents onto his underling's cluttered desk. Gazing around the office he noticed strewn books and scattered papers everywhere. Month old styrofoam coffee cups lay across the blond mans desk and on the floor. Even the coffee cup the special agent's colleagues had given him for Christmas the last year still had the same coffee in it from the following year as well. Not surprising since the young man hardly ever took the time to clean, focusing all his attentions on his cases. Dozens of sharpened pencils hung embedded in the suspended ceiling, some falling every now and then on the occupant below. Pizza boxes were scrunched into the small trashcan in the corner and the papers that were meant to be in the garbage lay around it instead. The only thing in Special Agent Matt Ishida's office that spoke of his personal life was the picture of his and his brother TK that sat on the corner of his desk.
Matt like his office was unnaturally unkempt. His sun blond hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in days, but that really didn't bother Matt, it looked like that even when he did brush it. He had a thin layer of stubble across his chin and side of his face. His clothing was wrinkled with his coat jacket hung over the back of his chair, his white shirt sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and his happy face tie hung loosely about his neck.
"And clean up a little, will ya? This place is a pig sty!" He ordered scratching at his graying beard.
Without replying Matt Ishida opened to folder and fumbled over the notes and papers, "What's this?"
"It's your assignment Ishida. Haven't I already said that?" Matt's superior mentioned.
"This is a case for the local cops!" Matt spat, "I'm a profiler! I track and document serial killers not cat burglars. I try to get into their heads to find their next victim, not their next pay check!"
"This isn't any cat burglar Ishida!" his boss stated, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why must Ishida always be so stubborn? "She's stolen millions in jewel, art, bonds, cash, and more. She hasn't been caught and she hasn't killed anyone… not yet anyway."
"Whatever jackass, its not like I have a choice either way." Matt coughed out under his breath.
"What was that Ishida?" Director Ronalds questioned, his anger flaring even though he was getting use to Matt's smart-ass remarks.
"She? So a chick's stealing more then most guys, big deal. Were in the twenty first century now, women are doing everything that men are." Matt argued, focusing his attention to the documents in front of him while at the same time ignoring his boss's attempts to get him to confess to his mutterings.
"Yes, Lilly Barton. It's suspected she's in her early twenties, late thirties. No past records led alone criminal ones, no evidence found at the scene of the crimes, nothing."
"So how do you know who did it if you have no evidence?" Matt wondered, looking over the long list of thefts.
"We caught her on camera, she even smiled for us and an eye witness told us her name."
"I take it Lilly's not her real name then?"
"We doubt it, there's no records of a Lilly Barton whatsoever. So are you up to the task of catching her or would you like me to find you a serial killer?"
"No… I'm fine… just…" Matt answered already engulfing himself in the case.
"That's what I thought," Matt's boss said to himself, after all Matt probably wouldn't listen to anyone for the next couple of hours.
* * *
Matt stepped out of the silver gleaming car warily.
'How on earth did I ever get stuck working on a case of robberies? I'm a profiler for God's sake!' Matt thought to himself as he removed his shades and entered the large museum where some very expensive jewels were stolen. 'Well that's what you get for willingly becoming one of the governments under paid over worked lackeys.'
"Excuse me, can I help you sir?" an elderly man asked Matt when he had walked up to the front desk.
"Yeah, I'm Special Agent Matt Ishida," Matt introduced himself glumly pulling out his badge, "I need to speak with the museum manager.
"Right this way sir," the white haired man said politely leading Matt to an office with the word "Manager" painted on it.
Knocking lightly on the door the old man waited for a light feminine to admit them to enter. He opened the door giving Matt access to the office then just as quietly shut the door behind him.
The woman sitting in the desk before Matt looked about in her late twenty's early thirties, she had long blond hair that was tied up into a tight bun at the top of her head. She wore a slimming dark blue suit that complemented her equally dark eyes. Looking up from a stack of documents on her desk she hungrily raked her eyes over Matt, openly admiring his handsome features.
"Well hello there," she smiled somewhat seductively, "I take you're the Agent the bureau sent over, ne?"
"Umm yeah," Matt agreed, not liking the way she eyed him at all, and "I'm here to investigate the robberies."
"Of course. I'm Trixie Summers," she stood up holding out her hand.
"Special Agent Matt Ishida," Matt nodded shaking her hand. "Do you mind if I check out the crime scene?"
"Not at all Agent Ishida," Trixie admitted walking to the door to lead Matt to the place where the Heart of Fate, the jewel in question was stolen.
Ducking under the caution tape that the local police had put up Matt began his investigation. "Where was the diamond located?" Matt asked, it looked to him as if nothing had been stolen at all.
"See that empty display case? That's where it was. I must admit that it was an extremely clean job. I wouldn't have noticed that anyone had broken in myself if it wasn't for the fact that the Heart of Fate was missing." Trixie admitted pointing to the empty display case.
"Thanks. Did the cops do any fingerprinting or forensic work?" Matt questioned peering into the empty glass case carefully.
"Oh yeah, they did all that stuff. I had to block off this whole wing of the museum for them," Trixie explained as if Matt really cared.
"Was there any security tapes?"
"Yes but they were all wiped clean by some kind of magnetic pulse after the thief left."
"Why didn't the security guards notice?"
"The guards in the security room were gasped. The other was in the north wing of the museum, this is the south, so even if he could have heard something going on in here, which is virtually impossible by the way, he couldn't have gotten here in time if his life depended on it. Why? Doesn't you have all the police reports and such." Trixie queried her brow furrowing with concentration.
"I do, just making sure for myself. Sometimes the cops leave things out," Matt answered mindlessly, "Do you mind if I look around the rest of the museum?"
"Go ahead," Trixie smiled, "just call me if you need anything at all."
Speechlessly Matt ducked back under the caution tape and continued on through the rest of the museum while Trixie returned to her office. Even though Trixie had retired to her office Matt still felt as if someone was eyeing him. He started to look around suspiciously when his eyes caught the eyes of a young brown eyed woman across the room for him.
Realizing that he had caught her the woman darted her eyes to the painting in front of her to avoid his stare. Matt on the other hand couldn't help but stare at this young woman who had caught his glance. She was so unnaturally beautiful but it wasn't a fake kind of beautiful you could get by subjecting yourself to cosmetic surgery, it was natural. From her slender supple body, to her chocolate brown eyes, to her silky brown hair. Everything about her seemed so perfect Matt was absolutely dumbstruck. Or was that love struck? He couldn't be sure at least not at this moment.
Gathering every once of courage he had, Matt walked up to her casually until he was standing a few inches to her left and pretended to study the painting in front of them like she had.
"So what do you think of this piece?" Matt asked the lady, taking in the splashes of color that occupied the canvas before them.
"Well," she began in a light cheery voice, "I was thinking about stealing it."
"Really?" Matt chuckled with fake enthusiasm but no where near fake amusement, "and how would you plan on doing that?"
She smiled him a smile that could have melted any man into her palm. "I'll have to get back to you on that one."
Matt laughed his shocking blue eyes still fixed on her calm cool brown ones. "I'll be waiting." By this time Matt's FBI training had begun to kick and he began to observe the stranger that stood before him.
Her laugh was so light, almost musical, and the way she smiled was truly amazing, although he didn't need government training to tell him that. Her golden brown eyes held a wisdom that few could ever see due to their quick judgement on her somewhat dense first impressions she was known for, although no one has ever been sure if she did that on purpose. She had a relaxed but confident stance that gave said "Are you sure you want to play with me?" that all in itself was a huge turn on for Matt. He hadn't met a woman that could go toe to toe with him in a long time, but this mysterious woman steamed to fit the criteria he set, she could quite possibly even exceed those standards if he decided to get to know her. And more importantly if she left him.
"I'll call you when I have an answer then, Special Agent Matt Ishida," she smiled turning to leave.
"What!?!" Matt gasped grabbing her arm to turn her to face him. "How do you know me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry! How silly of me." She began still smiling, only now her smile was more mischievous then seductive, "Your name's written all over your badge. You… dropped it," she explained handing him the badge that he did remember dropping.
"I dropped it?" Matt questioned skeptically.
"Yep," she agreed wistfully before smiling devilishly. Matt Ishida, she decided was getting way too personal at this point so she intended to push him off guard.
Before Matt could even think let alone move the enigmatic woman before him grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into her, pressing her soft lush lips against his rather roughly, prier to exiting the building, with him still standing in the same spot, an expression of shock written all over his face.
Matt blinked a few times before he even dared to breathe. Did that really happen? His frantically beating heart and sweaty palms told him it did, yet his mind just couldn't process the information of the past few seconds until he went over the situation a few dozen times.
"Getting hot and heavy with the clientele?" Trixie smirked from the hall entrance. She had come to see if the Agent needed any help when she found him attached to one of the museum's regulars but major donators as well.
"Looks that way, doesn't it?" Matt muttered trying to get past Trixie so he could get as quickly as he could to his car.
"You know I could accidentally let it slip that you were necking with some woman on the job," Miss Summers informed, there was after all a reason why she still remained a Miss.
Now that got Matt to raise an eyebrow as he stopped in his tracks.
"That is unless you're willing to go out with me?" Her question was more of a statement then a query.
"Baby, you stick with me and I'll do things to you, that'll leave you trembling for a week, if you get what I'm saying," Matt gave her a sexy as sin smile as he turned on the charm.
"Try me Agent," she grinned letting him pass.
"You're on babe, I'll call you," Matt lied as he exited the building.
'Does she actually think I care? I could get fired for all I care!' Matt though angrily as he climbed into his car, 'How dare she try to blackmail me! It wasn't even me who kissed that chick! So why do I care so much that she saw some chick kiss me? Who was that chick anyway, I didn't even get her name. Damn it! My life is so screwed!'
* * *
"You still here, Ishida?" A small lanky Agent poked his head into Matt's office as he passed.
"Yeah, Terry I am, some of us actually like to finish cases before the criminals die from old age," Matt spat, looking up from some of Lilly Barton's profiles.
"Lighten up man, I solved a few cases in my career," Special Agent Bill Terry assured.
"And how long have you worked here Bill?" Matt questioned.
"Umm… twelve? Thirteen? I'm not sure anymore they all seem to blend into one big image of hell," Bill admitted.
"And how many cases have you solved?" Matt pushed to prove his point.
"Seven, are you happy now Ishida? Still it's nine o'clock on a Friday night. Guys like us should be out painting the town. Why don't you come hand with me I'll buy you a drink.
Matt decided to go along, at this point a drink wouldn't be such a bad idea. "I'll go on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You realize that you and me are nothing alike and never again put us in the same category."
"You're on, now let's get going it's almost happy hour at my favorite hang out."
It took everything he had not to laugh at Bill's attempts to be young and cool, they were so pathetic Matt almost pitied Bill. "Bill its always happy hour where you go."
"That it is my boy, " Bill chuckled grabbing Matt's coat for him, "that it is."
They took Matt's car to the small bar a few miles from the J. Edgar Hover building that was located in Washington DC since Bill took to walking home in the early hours in the morning after way to many drinks. Matt had seen Bill drink and found it extremely hard to believe that anyone could walk after consuming so much alcohol.
Entering the bar Matt was hit with the stench of smoke and spilt drinks. The small room was dimly light, and tiny groups of people chatted amongst themselves while they idly sipped their drinks. Bill took his regular stool at the bar and ordered a beer for himself and his colleague.
Matt, sitting down beside Bill wonder why anyone would ever come back to a seedy place like this and made a note to never coming drinking with Bill again.
"So what case are you trying to crack now, Ishida?" Bill asked pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one to Matt.
Shaking his head Matt answered, "I'm working on the Lilly Barton case."
"Lilly Barton," Bill replied slyly, "I saw one of the security tapes with her on it. Damn! She a hoty! Short blond hair, full red lips, nice hips, huge ti-"
"I've seen the tape Bill," Matt assured knowing exactly where Bill was going to go next, "so how's your girl?" Matt desperately wanted to change the subject before Bill had a chance to link Lilly to one of the chicks in his massive porn collection.
"I dumped her," Bill stated without a single once of remorse.
"Don't you mean she dumped you?" Matt laughed knowing that no girl in her right mind would ever willingly stay with Bill Terry.
"Same difference, either way she's gone. I didn't really like her that much anyway, if she didn't have such a great body I never would have picked her up in the first place."
"Whatever," Matt mumbled taking a sip of the cheap beer in front of him. He swallowed the warm liquid reluctantly then coughed out a protest. "How can you drink this shit Terry!"
"It gets easier after the first few drinks," Bill admitted, downing his whole glass all at once then ordering another.
"I don't think I'm going to get past this glass led alone a few more," Matt set down the glass of almost full alcohol and pushed it away.
"Suit yourself man, if you won't drink yours I will," Bill informed reaching for Matt's glass.
"Be my guest," Matt offered still trying to get the offal taste out of his mouth.
"So why don't you have a chick of your own, Ishida?" Bill began to slur as he gulped down Matt's drink, "You're what? Twenty-eight? You're a well off, gentlemanly, and all around pretty boy."
"Bill are you coming onto me?" Matt joked trying to hide the fact that he was trying to change the subject.
"Nice try Ishida, now fess up, what's with you and broads?"
Matt sighed heavily, and despite his companions degrading slang he told him anyway, "I'm not sure, I just haven't found the kind of girl I want to be with, that's all. I want someone who can keep up with me, you know? I want a girl who's not afraid to get her hands dirty."
"Good luck there, pal," Bill chuckled, starting on his third drink.
They sat in silence for quite a while, Matt, making shapes on the bar with a bowl of peanuts that sat beside him, Bill loosing himself in drink. An odd feeling over came Matt, telling him to turn around. He didn't really see the need and kept his attentions on the nuts in front of him. That is until the feeling began to send chills up and down his spine, standing the hairs on his neck on end.
Reluctant to move he groaned turning around, he knew better then to ignore his instincts, ignoring your instincts could get others and yourself killed, especially in his line of business.
"What's up with you's Ishida? You leav'in already?" Bill slurred trying to focus on the figure Matt was starring at.
To be continued... hehehe
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this one to my friend Gia_B cause she has an obsession with FBI agents. Don't try to deny it either, you know you do! I also want to thank her for her help.
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon that'll happen after world domination. (You knew that was coming, didn't you?)
~ Cheating Destiny ~
"Here's your new assignment, Ishida," A tall burly man issued, dropping a folder of documents onto his underling's cluttered desk. Gazing around the office he noticed strewn books and scattered papers everywhere. Month old styrofoam coffee cups lay across the blond mans desk and on the floor. Even the coffee cup the special agent's colleagues had given him for Christmas the last year still had the same coffee in it from the following year as well. Not surprising since the young man hardly ever took the time to clean, focusing all his attentions on his cases. Dozens of sharpened pencils hung embedded in the suspended ceiling, some falling every now and then on the occupant below. Pizza boxes were scrunched into the small trashcan in the corner and the papers that were meant to be in the garbage lay around it instead. The only thing in Special Agent Matt Ishida's office that spoke of his personal life was the picture of his and his brother TK that sat on the corner of his desk.
Matt like his office was unnaturally unkempt. His sun blond hair looked like it hadn't been brushed in days, but that really didn't bother Matt, it looked like that even when he did brush it. He had a thin layer of stubble across his chin and side of his face. His clothing was wrinkled with his coat jacket hung over the back of his chair, his white shirt sleeves pulled up to his elbows, and his happy face tie hung loosely about his neck.
"And clean up a little, will ya? This place is a pig sty!" He ordered scratching at his graying beard.
Without replying Matt Ishida opened to folder and fumbled over the notes and papers, "What's this?"
"It's your assignment Ishida. Haven't I already said that?" Matt's superior mentioned.
"This is a case for the local cops!" Matt spat, "I'm a profiler! I track and document serial killers not cat burglars. I try to get into their heads to find their next victim, not their next pay check!"
"This isn't any cat burglar Ishida!" his boss stated, pinching the bridge of his nose. Why must Ishida always be so stubborn? "She's stolen millions in jewel, art, bonds, cash, and more. She hasn't been caught and she hasn't killed anyone… not yet anyway."
"Whatever jackass, its not like I have a choice either way." Matt coughed out under his breath.
"What was that Ishida?" Director Ronalds questioned, his anger flaring even though he was getting use to Matt's smart-ass remarks.
"She? So a chick's stealing more then most guys, big deal. Were in the twenty first century now, women are doing everything that men are." Matt argued, focusing his attention to the documents in front of him while at the same time ignoring his boss's attempts to get him to confess to his mutterings.
"Yes, Lilly Barton. It's suspected she's in her early twenties, late thirties. No past records led alone criminal ones, no evidence found at the scene of the crimes, nothing."
"So how do you know who did it if you have no evidence?" Matt wondered, looking over the long list of thefts.
"We caught her on camera, she even smiled for us and an eye witness told us her name."
"I take it Lilly's not her real name then?"
"We doubt it, there's no records of a Lilly Barton whatsoever. So are you up to the task of catching her or would you like me to find you a serial killer?"
"No… I'm fine… just…" Matt answered already engulfing himself in the case.
"That's what I thought," Matt's boss said to himself, after all Matt probably wouldn't listen to anyone for the next couple of hours.
* * *
Matt stepped out of the silver gleaming car warily.
'How on earth did I ever get stuck working on a case of robberies? I'm a profiler for God's sake!' Matt thought to himself as he removed his shades and entered the large museum where some very expensive jewels were stolen. 'Well that's what you get for willingly becoming one of the governments under paid over worked lackeys.'
"Excuse me, can I help you sir?" an elderly man asked Matt when he had walked up to the front desk.
"Yeah, I'm Special Agent Matt Ishida," Matt introduced himself glumly pulling out his badge, "I need to speak with the museum manager.
"Right this way sir," the white haired man said politely leading Matt to an office with the word "Manager" painted on it.
Knocking lightly on the door the old man waited for a light feminine to admit them to enter. He opened the door giving Matt access to the office then just as quietly shut the door behind him.
The woman sitting in the desk before Matt looked about in her late twenty's early thirties, she had long blond hair that was tied up into a tight bun at the top of her head. She wore a slimming dark blue suit that complemented her equally dark eyes. Looking up from a stack of documents on her desk she hungrily raked her eyes over Matt, openly admiring his handsome features.
"Well hello there," she smiled somewhat seductively, "I take you're the Agent the bureau sent over, ne?"
"Umm yeah," Matt agreed, not liking the way she eyed him at all, and "I'm here to investigate the robberies."
"Of course. I'm Trixie Summers," she stood up holding out her hand.
"Special Agent Matt Ishida," Matt nodded shaking her hand. "Do you mind if I check out the crime scene?"
"Not at all Agent Ishida," Trixie admitted walking to the door to lead Matt to the place where the Heart of Fate, the jewel in question was stolen.
Ducking under the caution tape that the local police had put up Matt began his investigation. "Where was the diamond located?" Matt asked, it looked to him as if nothing had been stolen at all.
"See that empty display case? That's where it was. I must admit that it was an extremely clean job. I wouldn't have noticed that anyone had broken in myself if it wasn't for the fact that the Heart of Fate was missing." Trixie admitted pointing to the empty display case.
"Thanks. Did the cops do any fingerprinting or forensic work?" Matt questioned peering into the empty glass case carefully.
"Oh yeah, they did all that stuff. I had to block off this whole wing of the museum for them," Trixie explained as if Matt really cared.
"Was there any security tapes?"
"Yes but they were all wiped clean by some kind of magnetic pulse after the thief left."
"Why didn't the security guards notice?"
"The guards in the security room were gasped. The other was in the north wing of the museum, this is the south, so even if he could have heard something going on in here, which is virtually impossible by the way, he couldn't have gotten here in time if his life depended on it. Why? Doesn't you have all the police reports and such." Trixie queried her brow furrowing with concentration.
"I do, just making sure for myself. Sometimes the cops leave things out," Matt answered mindlessly, "Do you mind if I look around the rest of the museum?"
"Go ahead," Trixie smiled, "just call me if you need anything at all."
Speechlessly Matt ducked back under the caution tape and continued on through the rest of the museum while Trixie returned to her office. Even though Trixie had retired to her office Matt still felt as if someone was eyeing him. He started to look around suspiciously when his eyes caught the eyes of a young brown eyed woman across the room for him.
Realizing that he had caught her the woman darted her eyes to the painting in front of her to avoid his stare. Matt on the other hand couldn't help but stare at this young woman who had caught his glance. She was so unnaturally beautiful but it wasn't a fake kind of beautiful you could get by subjecting yourself to cosmetic surgery, it was natural. From her slender supple body, to her chocolate brown eyes, to her silky brown hair. Everything about her seemed so perfect Matt was absolutely dumbstruck. Or was that love struck? He couldn't be sure at least not at this moment.
Gathering every once of courage he had, Matt walked up to her casually until he was standing a few inches to her left and pretended to study the painting in front of them like she had.
"So what do you think of this piece?" Matt asked the lady, taking in the splashes of color that occupied the canvas before them.
"Well," she began in a light cheery voice, "I was thinking about stealing it."
"Really?" Matt chuckled with fake enthusiasm but no where near fake amusement, "and how would you plan on doing that?"
She smiled him a smile that could have melted any man into her palm. "I'll have to get back to you on that one."
Matt laughed his shocking blue eyes still fixed on her calm cool brown ones. "I'll be waiting." By this time Matt's FBI training had begun to kick and he began to observe the stranger that stood before him.
Her laugh was so light, almost musical, and the way she smiled was truly amazing, although he didn't need government training to tell him that. Her golden brown eyes held a wisdom that few could ever see due to their quick judgement on her somewhat dense first impressions she was known for, although no one has ever been sure if she did that on purpose. She had a relaxed but confident stance that gave said "Are you sure you want to play with me?" that all in itself was a huge turn on for Matt. He hadn't met a woman that could go toe to toe with him in a long time, but this mysterious woman steamed to fit the criteria he set, she could quite possibly even exceed those standards if he decided to get to know her. And more importantly if she left him.
"I'll call you when I have an answer then, Special Agent Matt Ishida," she smiled turning to leave.
"What!?!" Matt gasped grabbing her arm to turn her to face him. "How do you know me?"
"Oh, I'm sorry! How silly of me." She began still smiling, only now her smile was more mischievous then seductive, "Your name's written all over your badge. You… dropped it," she explained handing him the badge that he did remember dropping.
"I dropped it?" Matt questioned skeptically.
"Yep," she agreed wistfully before smiling devilishly. Matt Ishida, she decided was getting way too personal at this point so she intended to push him off guard.
Before Matt could even think let alone move the enigmatic woman before him grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into her, pressing her soft lush lips against his rather roughly, prier to exiting the building, with him still standing in the same spot, an expression of shock written all over his face.
Matt blinked a few times before he even dared to breathe. Did that really happen? His frantically beating heart and sweaty palms told him it did, yet his mind just couldn't process the information of the past few seconds until he went over the situation a few dozen times.
"Getting hot and heavy with the clientele?" Trixie smirked from the hall entrance. She had come to see if the Agent needed any help when she found him attached to one of the museum's regulars but major donators as well.
"Looks that way, doesn't it?" Matt muttered trying to get past Trixie so he could get as quickly as he could to his car.
"You know I could accidentally let it slip that you were necking with some woman on the job," Miss Summers informed, there was after all a reason why she still remained a Miss.
Now that got Matt to raise an eyebrow as he stopped in his tracks.
"That is unless you're willing to go out with me?" Her question was more of a statement then a query.
"Baby, you stick with me and I'll do things to you, that'll leave you trembling for a week, if you get what I'm saying," Matt gave her a sexy as sin smile as he turned on the charm.
"Try me Agent," she grinned letting him pass.
"You're on babe, I'll call you," Matt lied as he exited the building.
'Does she actually think I care? I could get fired for all I care!' Matt though angrily as he climbed into his car, 'How dare she try to blackmail me! It wasn't even me who kissed that chick! So why do I care so much that she saw some chick kiss me? Who was that chick anyway, I didn't even get her name. Damn it! My life is so screwed!'
* * *
"You still here, Ishida?" A small lanky Agent poked his head into Matt's office as he passed.
"Yeah, Terry I am, some of us actually like to finish cases before the criminals die from old age," Matt spat, looking up from some of Lilly Barton's profiles.
"Lighten up man, I solved a few cases in my career," Special Agent Bill Terry assured.
"And how long have you worked here Bill?" Matt questioned.
"Umm… twelve? Thirteen? I'm not sure anymore they all seem to blend into one big image of hell," Bill admitted.
"And how many cases have you solved?" Matt pushed to prove his point.
"Seven, are you happy now Ishida? Still it's nine o'clock on a Friday night. Guys like us should be out painting the town. Why don't you come hand with me I'll buy you a drink.
Matt decided to go along, at this point a drink wouldn't be such a bad idea. "I'll go on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You realize that you and me are nothing alike and never again put us in the same category."
"You're on, now let's get going it's almost happy hour at my favorite hang out."
It took everything he had not to laugh at Bill's attempts to be young and cool, they were so pathetic Matt almost pitied Bill. "Bill its always happy hour where you go."
"That it is my boy, " Bill chuckled grabbing Matt's coat for him, "that it is."
They took Matt's car to the small bar a few miles from the J. Edgar Hover building that was located in Washington DC since Bill took to walking home in the early hours in the morning after way to many drinks. Matt had seen Bill drink and found it extremely hard to believe that anyone could walk after consuming so much alcohol.
Entering the bar Matt was hit with the stench of smoke and spilt drinks. The small room was dimly light, and tiny groups of people chatted amongst themselves while they idly sipped their drinks. Bill took his regular stool at the bar and ordered a beer for himself and his colleague.
Matt, sitting down beside Bill wonder why anyone would ever come back to a seedy place like this and made a note to never coming drinking with Bill again.
"So what case are you trying to crack now, Ishida?" Bill asked pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one to Matt.
Shaking his head Matt answered, "I'm working on the Lilly Barton case."
"Lilly Barton," Bill replied slyly, "I saw one of the security tapes with her on it. Damn! She a hoty! Short blond hair, full red lips, nice hips, huge ti-"
"I've seen the tape Bill," Matt assured knowing exactly where Bill was going to go next, "so how's your girl?" Matt desperately wanted to change the subject before Bill had a chance to link Lilly to one of the chicks in his massive porn collection.
"I dumped her," Bill stated without a single once of remorse.
"Don't you mean she dumped you?" Matt laughed knowing that no girl in her right mind would ever willingly stay with Bill Terry.
"Same difference, either way she's gone. I didn't really like her that much anyway, if she didn't have such a great body I never would have picked her up in the first place."
"Whatever," Matt mumbled taking a sip of the cheap beer in front of him. He swallowed the warm liquid reluctantly then coughed out a protest. "How can you drink this shit Terry!"
"It gets easier after the first few drinks," Bill admitted, downing his whole glass all at once then ordering another.
"I don't think I'm going to get past this glass led alone a few more," Matt set down the glass of almost full alcohol and pushed it away.
"Suit yourself man, if you won't drink yours I will," Bill informed reaching for Matt's glass.
"Be my guest," Matt offered still trying to get the offal taste out of his mouth.
"So why don't you have a chick of your own, Ishida?" Bill began to slur as he gulped down Matt's drink, "You're what? Twenty-eight? You're a well off, gentlemanly, and all around pretty boy."
"Bill are you coming onto me?" Matt joked trying to hide the fact that he was trying to change the subject.
"Nice try Ishida, now fess up, what's with you and broads?"
Matt sighed heavily, and despite his companions degrading slang he told him anyway, "I'm not sure, I just haven't found the kind of girl I want to be with, that's all. I want someone who can keep up with me, you know? I want a girl who's not afraid to get her hands dirty."
"Good luck there, pal," Bill chuckled, starting on his third drink.
They sat in silence for quite a while, Matt, making shapes on the bar with a bowl of peanuts that sat beside him, Bill loosing himself in drink. An odd feeling over came Matt, telling him to turn around. He didn't really see the need and kept his attentions on the nuts in front of him. That is until the feeling began to send chills up and down his spine, standing the hairs on his neck on end.
Reluctant to move he groaned turning around, he knew better then to ignore his instincts, ignoring your instincts could get others and yourself killed, especially in his line of business.
"What's up with you's Ishida? You leav'in already?" Bill slurred trying to focus on the figure Matt was starring at.
To be continued... hehehe