Enjolras stopped his black car and quickly opened the door and ran out of his car into the house of the Thenardiers.
He loved his job as an FBI agent; it meant that he got to help people. Most people considered it weird for a 20 year old to be a FBI agent, but he didn't care about what other people thought. His parents had wanted him to follow in their footsteps and become a lawyer, but Enjolras had absolutely no interest in becoming a lawyer. It was too boring and he wanted to do something that involved more action. Enjolras had only become a FBI agent a month ago and this was his first action case.
This case was particularly important, the Thenardier couple were abusing their five children and the FBI had just received an urgent phone call from their second eldest daughter saying that their parents were drunk and they feared for their lives. Apparently they were armed with AK-47'S, how they got their filthy hands on those, Enjolras didn't know.
As soon as they got the phone call, they rushed over to the Thenardier house, planning to arrest the Thenardier couple and take their children away to a foster home. Hopefully one where the children could be together, but their main priority was dealing with their parents and taking the children to safety.
Enjolras raised his gun and jogged over to the beaten down door of the house, walking inside without a moment's hesitation.
When he walked into the house, Enjolras knew that something was wrong with this house. Something was different than most houses. There was a certain air around the house that just wasn't right. Other people might have thought that all houses that the FBI went to for work would be creepy, but this house was so odd, it couldn't usually have been like that.
Enjolras hesitantly walked up the creaky stairs and began to hear quiet sobbing coming from one of the rooms. "Hello?" he called, lowering his gun and letting his guard down due to the pathetic sobbing noise. "Who's there?" he asked, following the noise to one of the rooms which he assumed was a bedroom.
He opened the door to confirm that is was a bedroom and saw a girl who looked about 16 kneeling on the ground along with three boys –one looking no more than 13, the other two twins who looked about 9- kneeling down beside her, the four children all crying.
The girl had long dark red hair and striking green eyes that were brimmed with tears. The oldest boy had a mop of long curly blonde hair, much like Enjolras' and bright blue eyes that also looked exactly like Enjolras'. He looked like he could be Enjolras' little brother. He couldn't help the small smile that escaped his lips despite the circumstances. He quickly wiped the smile from his face and looked and the twins. The twins had curly mouse brown hair and amber coloured eyes. They were exactly identical apart from the fact that one of them was slightly frecklier than the other.
For family, they sure did look very different.
One of the twins turned his head to look at Enjolras, but apart from that they were too absorbed in staring at whatever it was that there were staring at to notice the ambitious FBI agent entering their room.
"Who are you?" the twin asked him, causing the others to look at him questioningly.
"I'm Enjolras," Enjolras introduced slowly, "I'm with the FBI. I… We a… got your call."
"You're a little bit late!" the girl exclaimed, standing up angrily to reveal a mess of dark brown hair, Enjolras squinted to try to see it better.
"What do you mean?" Enjolras asked, panicking wildly. Where was their sister? Who's hair was it? Why were they crying? Enjolras had a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach that he knew the answer to those questions. He prayed that he was wrong. "What happened?"
"Our sister," the girl managed to make out, once again breaking into sobs, then collapsing onto the ground before Enjolras could catch her. He flinched at the girl's fall and the thumping noise that she made when she hit the ground.
"What happened to your sister?" Enjolras asked, breathing heavily with worry.
"Our parents," the oldest boy choked out, standing up the reveal the pale face of a girl who looked about 18.
Their sister…
The boy gave his brothers a slight kick, motioning for them to get up. They listened to their older brother and got up, so Enjolras kneeled down beside the girl, holding her small pale, freezing hand in his own, trying desperately to bring warmth to it, but to no avail.
"She needs to go to the hospital," Enjolras said, trying to appear calm as to not worry the children more than they already were. He quickly checked the girl's pulse and heard a quiet beating noise. "Come with me," he instructed, picking up both their sisters, who were both alarmingly light, "I have got to tell my associates about this, but you need to come with me to make sure that nothing happens. When we get to them, you need to tell us all your story. Is that okay?" he asked without turning to look at them and walking down the stairs quickly.
"Yes," one of twins whispered quietly, following Enjolras down the stairs.
"Please! It's important, she could die, you need to phone an ambulance NOW," Enjolras said, trying to convince everybody to phone an ambulance for the two girls and maybe for their three brothers to get a check-up due to their cuts.
"Later Enjolras, you're just a rookie and we've been at the FBI for far longer than you so just leave it to us," Thomas, one of the men who have been working here for over 10 years said.
"Thomas it's important, I'm calling the ambulance now and I don't care if it gets me fired. I'm phoning the ambulance and then when we get to the hospital the boys can visit their sisters for a short while and then they can tell us what happened. Is that clear?" Enjolras asked, now completely filled with rage. He then took out his phone, stalked off and dialled 911.
Was this really what the FBI was like?
"Hello, what is your emergency?" a female voice asked.
"I need an ambulance. Now," Enjolras replied, his heart beating dangerously fast.
"What address, sir?" the voice asked.
"Uh…" Enjolras racked his brain for the memory of the address, "13 Minette Street!" he exclaimed, suddenly remembering, "in Patron Road."
"Ok we will send an ambulance now," the woman replied, "what has happened?"
"Two girls are unconscious. Please hurry, I'll explain the rest when you arrive," Enjolras requested frantically. The woman hung up.
"Come on," Enjolras said to the three boys, "we're going to go and see your sister."
A/N
So….. What did ya think? Four stories at once… I feel so sorry for any of my followers, but AU'S are AWESOME! Who's with me!? *Cricket sounds*
Ok then… please review! I'll probably continue this, but it depends on the feedback, I'm really excited for this story, but if no one likes it I don't think I'll bother as I already have three stories that I'm in the middle of writing.
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