Impression

I glared at my new house as I left it, I hated it.
I'd had to move from Washington to New York because of the Director. In the interest of cross-agency co-operation I had to get a new partner. Not even another FBI Agent from a different department, an NYPD Detective. I had done just fine on my own without my old team. I did not need a partner. At all.

Two hours later I was finishing putting my things on the desk.
Wondering when my idiot 'partner' would finally arrive. Their desk had already been there for a while, likely from the previous day. I just hoped it wouldn't be a rookie. I couldn't stand rookies they were basically useless.


I started the computer and waited. Finally some movement, I looked up as he was putting things away.
I already didn't like the impression of him as he turned around.
Tall, pale skinned with short black hair. It was messy as if he hadn't even brushed it in the last two days. Even worse he was ... pretty. He was a damned 'pretty-boy cop'.

Huge dark eyes, so dark that I couldn't tell if they were black or brown.
Those eyes dominate his face, even more than the high cheek-bones. His lips were dark but bright red, like fresh blood. He was wearing casual clothes. A black jacket , dark blue shirt and black slacks.
Small boned, lean muscled better for chasing than fighting.

I scowled at him... this was worse than a rookie.


He stares at me, looking confused, than leaning back against his desk.
His voice was quiet, barely above a whisper but it had resonance
" I'm Detective Anderson, Neo Anderson. Your new partner. "

As I growled, I glared at him in resentment "Special Agent Smith, A. Smith.
And however did you manage to become a Detective ?, Anderson.
I know that I, myself do not need a partner so it has to be you."

Anderson seems to resist the urge to glare back. Dark fire flickering deep in his eyes, before it gets restrained. Half biting his bottom lip to keep, most likely from insulting me.


He moves and sits behind his desk muttering

" Special something alright. Special asshole.
I'll have you know I worked for it, like anyone else." the last Anderson said at his normal level

For some reason I found myself quashing the urge to smile at the sarcasm.
Jones and Brown had never been clever enough, just boring.


Then Anderson straightens, looking down the aisle as his captain walked up

"Neo, and Special Agent Smith. It is quite nice to meet you.
We've heard good things about you and I'm sure this will work out well.
It has to … because you two just got your first case."

He stops in between our desks, he had a darker skin tone and brown hair.
I didn't know his name yet or at least I hadn't bothered to remember it.

Anderson responds " We won't Captain Shane. If we do, at lest it won't be my fault. "


I glared at him as we gathered our things and went into the parking garage.
Found myself moving towards my own FBI standard car.

"Where'd you think your going ? My jurisdiction. My cruiser, deal with it. "

I slammed the cruisers' passenger door. The Director was a bastard.
I didn't need a 'partner', much less a useless pretty-boy.
The sooner this case was over, maybe I could transfer back.
Would I even be alive to enjoy it ?


Wait, that implied Anderson had the skill to kill me.
He was just a Detective, probably twenty-five years old.
Most likely, only five years out of the Academy.
Pretty... useless.