Alright, so this is my next step at writing a mult-chaptered fic that hopefully won't end in tragedy. As I'm writing this, let it be known that I first started this on June 14th, 2011. And I have no fucking clue how long it'll be after I finish it.
(Based on my past history, I'm assuming a while.)
But, interestingly enough, this is my first foray into the world of AU. I tend to shy away from it, mostly because my mind is already flighty enough as it is and it doesn't need any additional encouragement to go off and chase butterflies or whatever it does for almost half a year.
But I've had this batting away in the dark recesses of my brain for a little while and I'm curious to see if I can finish it before disaster strikes again. Especially considering, if this goes well like I'm desperately hoping it will, I'll be using this as the green light to see if I can go through and write the novel that will involve a storyline (slightly—extremely slightly) like this. :)
And... here... we... go.
(Yes, I'm a nerd. We knew this.)
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I saw a spider, I didn't scream
'Cuz I can belch the alphabet,
Just double-dog dare me
And I chose guitar over ballet
And I take these suckers down 'cuz they just get in my way
- "One of the Boys," by Katy Perry
"Walker."
Annie Walker turned around in her chair immediately at the sound of her boss' voice. She set her pen and pad of paper down and tried not to squirm too much. "Yes?" she asked calmly, subtly trying to straighten her charcoal grey pencil skirt.
"There's a problem—dead body down by the Potomac," Director Joan Campbell barked. She looked as cool and collected as ever in a simple blue sheath. She really had to envy her boss' ability to be both terrifying and awe-inspiring simultaneously.
Annie frowned slightly in confusion. True, she was an agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but she wasn't a Special Agent and she never investigated murders. Over the last few months, she had hand in a few murders, but none actually involved dealing with the actual bodies—hell, they barely let her leave the office most days.
"Why do you need me?" she asked and stood up from her desk quickly, mostly out of nerves. She wasn't afraid of going out in the field, per se, she was mostly afraid of why they needed her out in the field.
Especially when Joan continued to look so angry. "Unfortunately, a high-ranking diplomat from Pakistan was murdered," she explained, her tone clipped and almost emotionless, if not for that underlying tremor that belied her frustration. "He was supposed to be our key to establishing slightly better relations with Pakistan. The Secretary of State specifically requested that we investigate his death. Unfortunately, some jogger found him early this morning and decided to snap some pictures and send it to the Post. Now there are press swarming the place and I need someone to placate them until we get down to the bottom of this political nightmare."
Annie blinked owlishly at her but nodded. It was no secret that, despite being the director of the FBI's DC division, Joan extremely disliked politics, especially if they got in the way of completing her agents' jobs. Annie understood the aggravation, and she knew better than to argue about politics or assignments.
"You'll go with Special Agent Rossabi and Special Agent Schwimmer. They'll investigate the murder, you'll keep the press at bay. Understood?"
Annie nodded curtly. Looked like she was going to be a field agent for the day.
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Pay attention, folks! My ANs are usually filled like blather (well, they still are...) but this is actually important. This is my next attempt at a multi-chaptered story, but it's not technically new. As you can read in the paragraphs above, this was started several weeks ago, and I've been holding out because I wanted to get as far ahead of it as humanly possible before I caved and posted it for all of you to read. At the moment, I'm halfway through Chapter 9, and I'm thinking there will probably be about 5 chapters at most left to go. So here's the deal (that I made with myself because I'm a lunatic): I'm posting this first chapter now, but I won't post the second until I'm completely finished with the story. At the current rate I've been writing, that means it shouldn't be more than a week, two at maximum.
Well, I hope.