A/N: okay, so the formatting on this is a little awk. cause I'm writing it on my IPad. Anyway, just so you all know, the parts in bold are Veronica's POV. These are very short chapters. Aight here goes nothing!
WELL, ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER NICKEL. WORKING MY REAR END OFF TRYING TO BECOME THE NEWEST MEMBER OF THE F.B.I. REALLY WAS TAKING ITS TOLE ON ME, I HAD TO ADMIT. I WAS BEGINNING TO FEEL A LITTLE LIKE CLARICE FROM THE BEGINNING OF "THE SILENCE OF THE LAMBS." THE TRIALS I HAD TO GO THROUGH EVERYDAY WERE SERIOUSLY MAKING ME FEEL LIKE I WAS LIVING THOSE FIRST FEW SCENES. SPEAKING OF WHICH...
"Put your hands on your head. You have the ri-" Veronica Mars paused mid-shpiel as the click of a fake gun sounded next to her ear.
"Mars!"
"Yes sir," she responded to her superior observing this drill on catching what her BFF Wallace was now calling "monsters of the week" due to her frequent catching of criminals in the past.
"Explain what went wrong," the instructor commanded, crossing his arms in a manner that demanded respect.
"I did not check all of my blind spots, sir," Veronica said, swallowing some of her pride.
"And now you're dead." He was smirking a little. WHAT A PRICK. HE'S BEEN OUT TO GET ME EVER SINCE HE FOUND OUT DAD PUT AWAY HIS NEPHEW. COME ON. WHAT ARE THE ODDS THAT HIS BELOVED NEPHEW HAPPENED TO BE A DRUG DEALER IN NEPTUNE WHEN DAD WAS A SHERIFF?!
"Yes sir. Dead as a doornail," Veronica said, smiling defiantly. The instructor scoffed.
"Dismissed Miss Mars."
"Oh darn! I was hoping to stay late!" She quipped.
"Keep it up Mars! Just watch what'll happen!" The instructor, Harold, red in the face said angrily, pointing a finger at her.
"Sorry Harold, got other things to do. Bye Jim!" Veronica said to the other agent who had held the gun to her head and was now holding a hand over his mouth, looking unsure if he wanted to laugh or scold her too. He just nodded at her as she waltzed out the training room door.
OKAY SO THINGS AT THE BUREAU HAVE BEEN A LITTLE ROCKY... AND MAYBE IT'S SORT OF MY FAULT. BUT I DON'T TAKE DIRECTION WELL AND I'VE BEEN CONSIDERING THE POSSIBILITY THAT MAYBE BEING AN F.B.I. AGENT ISN'T ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE. WELL, SPENDING SOME TIME BACK IN NEPTUNE WITH DAD SHOULD CLEAR MY HEAD. OR MAKE IT COMPLETELY FOGGED UP. ONLY TIME WILL TELL.