Mike's POW
I could barely believe my luck- a position at NCIS as a federal agent, working under Leroy Jethro Gibbs? Without hesitation, I packed my bags and moved myself and my three godchildren out to Bowie, Maryland, in order to stay close to work. When the four of us got there, all I could see was this sprawling metropolis. Our house was amazing- five bedrooms, three bathrooms, a wine rack, movie room, outdoor pool, and closets big enough that a nursery could be put inside. I loved it there already- there was so much history there in the capital city, not to mention their not-to-shabby hockey team, the Washington Capitals.
The next day, the sun had risen into a pale, forget-me-not blue sky that reflected off of the paint on my Shelby Cobra GT-500. Luckily for the kids, it was early June and they didn't have to start their new classes until August, which certainly made things easier. Naturally the three of them were sleeping, leaving me to go to work on my own and test out my car on the highway. Even with morning traffic, it didn't take me longer than thirty minutes to get to the Navy Yard in the capital city.
That's where my heart stopped for a split second.
Walking into the building was this tall, beautiful brunette with smoldering brown eyes, dark hair pulled into a ponytail, legs covered by tan cargo pants, high-heeled boots strapped to her feet, and a black V-neck t-shirt. Who is that? I thought to myself as I circled the parking ramp, looking for a spot to let my car rest for the next several hours. I searched for two minutes before I parked next to a black 1966 Ford Mustang and turned off my engine. Whoever had that classy car double parked and either didn't realize it or was too much of an ass to care, so I had to turn the car on, open the sun roof, kill the engine, and literally crawl out of my car. My mind didn't stay focused on the subject; I had to find that brunette.