Authors Note: So...I'm continuing with the story, hoping to make it a little more interesting.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, and I do not own any Cop Shows that I get ideas from.
-Throws Confetti- Special...no...SUPER SPECIAL thanks to Lightning Streak, my first reviewer of my first fanfiction ever. -Gives Cookie.-
About a week later, I was on a plane to Amity Park. The flight was long, boring, and uneventful...and I don't even see the need of telling you about it...I'd just put you to sleep.
I exited the gate about four hours later, my carry-on-bag over my shoulder. I stretched out my legs, which felt good, sitting in one place for too long can be really uncomfortable. After a few moments of searching, I found a man in a drivers uniform holding up a sign labeled 'Manson.' and walked over to him.
"Hello...I'm Sam Manson." I said, offering him a thank you as he took my rolling suitcase for me and lead me out to the parking lot. There was a car waiting for us there, and he placed the bag in the trunk. He climbed into the drivers seat, and I opened the passenger door and took my seat as well.
"Where to, Miss?" He asked me, checking his rearview mirror to make sure the area was clear. He had a strong Australian accent as he spoke, and it was almost difficult for me to understand him.
"1601 Specterville lane." I answered, buckling my seat belt. He nodded.
"That's the FBI's Address...are you one of the witnesses they're flying in from Australia?...that's where I'm from, you know." I shook my head, not even aware of any witnesses at all...and also very surprised that this driver knew of classified FBI information. I brushed it aside, making a mental note to ask someone at the Bureau about it later.
"No...I'm an Agent. They transferred me to Amity." He nodded again as we pulled out of the Airports parking lot.
The car ride from there was pretty uneventful...the driver started talking (In great detail) about life in the outback, and after about five minutes, I stopped listening. Fifteen minutes later, the car pulled up to a tall brick building, which I assume was the FBI's headquarters. He helped me with my bags and I paid him, and he had soon driven off.
There was an African American man waiting for me at the front door. He seemed to be sort of a nerd, with thick rimmed glasses and a PDA in his hand.
"Are you Samantha Manson?" He asked. I nodded my reply nodded my reply.
"Sam. Call me Samantha again and you die." Okay, not the way to greet someone you just met, but he seemed to realize I was joking and let out a light laugh. He then noticed I had my luggage with me and looked at me strangely.
"Did you come straight from the airport?" I nodded again.
"There wasn't any time to stop by the apartment to drop them off. They said they wanted me here at noon...It's noon." The FBI in New York City had found an apartment for rent in Amity Park about a day after I agreed to the transfer, and I was able to purchase it without ever stepping foot in it...
oh the joy of working for the FBI.
The man helped me with my bags, turning to look at me again.
"I'm sorry, I seemed to have forgotten an introduction. My name is Tucker Foley...I'm in your unit and I was sent down to greet you." He looked me over again, smiling a jokingly-flirtatious smile at me.
"But the ladies call me Friar Tuck." I rolled my eyes.
"Okay...Tucker, you do know that Friars aren't aloud to date, right?" Tucker's eyes widened. "What? I'm gonna have to get a new nick name." I shook my head at him with a smile, not saying anything.
We walked down the hallway, passing several people who stopped to acknowledge Tucker. "Wow...Someone's popular." I observed. He shrugged.
"Our unit tends to solve the majority of cases here...We've got a variety of people with different skills, and it balances every one out...because of this, everyone knows our unit, and everyone in it. You'll probably be just as well known within the week." I made a face.
"Joy..."
We made it to the elevator, and Tucker pushed the button to summon it. It was already on this floor, so it opened up right away. We went inside, and he pressed the button for floor 8. We waited for our floor in complete silence. The elevator was slow, it seemed to take forever to get to the designated floor. To make matters worse...that annoying elevator music was playing...you know, the kind of music that makes awkward situations seem even more awkward? Yeah.
We finally reached the eighth floor, and we exited the elevator, still not saying anything. I prayed that things between me and the other unit members would be much less awkward.
Tucker opened the door to our Units room, offering me a smile. Once I finally saw it, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. The room didn't look all that different from my old unit headquarters in New York. It was spacious, but still had a warm kind of feel, with several desks set up in different spots around the room. I immediately spotted an empty desk and made my way towards it, placing my bags down next to it.
"You must be Samantha." A female voice said, causing me to turn around. I nodded, taking the hand she offered me and shaking it. She was an attractive African American woman who looked about my age. "Yes, but it's Sam, please." I replied, deciding to take the polite approach this time. She smiled. "Okay Sam, I'm Valerie." I nodded, looking around the room.
Valerie seemed to notice I felt a little lost, and spoke up again. "Let me introduce you to your other unit members. You've already met Tucker..." She called over everybody in the room, and they obeyed, walking towards us. She motioned to a tall man who was definitely older, looking to be in his mid forties. "This is Charlie Bennet." Charlie held out a hand and I shook it, nodding my head in greeting. She turned to woman who looked a couple years older than we were. "This is Tara Cardwell." I shook her hand as well. She finally turned to the last member of our team, and my eyes widened slightly. Thankfully, I was able to return my expression to a mostly emotionless one. The man Valerie was now introducing me to stood at a decent height. He was very well built..and his muscles were visible through his button down shirt...not that I was looking. His hair was jet black, and his eyes were an intense icy blue.
"And..this is Danny Fenton." I extended my hand to shake his, and actually brought myself to speak...as if I was trying to prove to myself that I can't be affected by a mans physical appearance...no matter how impressive it was.
"Nice to meet you Danny." I said, successfully maintaining a casual tone. Though inside, I felt really strange. Something told me things just got much more complicated.
Aiiee...This chapter was longer, but it wasn't exactly long...and it wasboring, and pretty uneventful other than the fact that Danny, Tucker, and Valerie were introduced. Iwarned you about the first few chapters...once "Simon" Comes into play, It'll be much more interesting...promise. Yes, I do plan on putting in a little DxS somewhere in the story...but that's not the main plot line of this fic. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review, give me as much constructive criticism as you feel necessary, and you'll earn your way into the next chapters Authors Note.
