I know some of these chapters are short but they are pre-written. I hope you still enjoy them. There are some really long ones as well.
The next morning I awoke to a loud knock on my door. I got up groggily, stretching in my T-shirt and pajama pants. I grabbed the door-knob, a dagger hidden on my leg. I opened the door being stared down by two burly men in suits holding up FBI badges.
"Can I help you, gents?" I sighed, stifling a yawn. I noticed Sam and Melinda's door crack open and I subtly shook my head.
"Are you Miss Lindsey McCord?" he asked.
"Depends on who's asking and why," I responded, crossing my arms.
"Its best discussed at the Bureau , ma'am."
"Heh…yeah… whatever, let me get dressed," I muttered going back to my room pulling on my Cruel Girl jeans, Ariats, white camisole, and jean jacket. I threw my hair up in a ceremonial braid and grabbed my dragon charm necklace. When I came back out the feds took a post on either side of me. I glanced to Melinda letting her know if needed, I would send for them.
The two men escorted me to their government paid car and we drove off.
000
We get to the agency and I had to quell my nervousness as so many humans. Especially nosey ones. I was seated comfortably in a conference room.
"Miss McCord, lovely to see you again," came a familiar smooth voice. I clanked up to my dance partner from the night before.
"Mr. Caffery," I said, "Consultant for the FBI. I'm impressed. What pray tell, have I done wrong?" he shut the door.
"Look my partner is about to come in here and tell you why he doesn't want you to help. Namely it's too dangerous. But I have seen you handle yourself. I really need your help, Lindsey," he said, a hint of fear. I looked into his eyes shocked.
"Y-you remember…"
"Well it's not something easily forgotten," I almost fainted. My spell hadn't worked. It always worked!
I was still in awe when my sapphire blue clutch hit the table. I glanced up at him. He gave a smile and then looked toward the door.
In stormed an agent with stern features. He shot a glare in Neal's direction before turning his stern gaze to me.
"So Miss…McCord-"
"Call me Lindsey."
"Lindsey. Neal tells me you may have some skills useful to our current case," he said.
"Did he now?" I inquired, shooting a glare at the young consultant, "And what, pray tell, do these skills entail?"
"Knowledge of the arts, surprisingly delightful strength, and he said you had Aryan beauty."
"I think I'm gonna hurl," I muttered, rolling my eyes, "I do have the knowledge and strength. Beauty is another matter entirely. But don't you think if I am to work on this case, or not, the deciding factor just might be the case itself?"
The agent looked at Neal who nodded. The agent laid some pictures of priceless Celtic jewels before me. I felt a pang of familiarity but didn't know from where.
"These are known as the Druids Crown Jewels. Expertly crafted, for there era, they were supposed to give a certain linage of druids more magical power," Neal explained, glancing from the pictures of the jewels to me. "Please, Lindsey. I need your help on this."
"I'll help," I said, "Because I have druidism in my blood. These jewels are part of my culture."
The agent sighed seeing he'd lost, "The Bureau will do everything that we can to keep you safe." He handed me his card. I glanced at the name, Peter Burke, before standing to leave.
Neal met me at the door holding it open in a gentlemanly way. I walked through not giving him a second glance.
"We'll meet here in the morning to go over the plan," Peter said.
I nodded, "You know where I'll be," I muttered before leaving.
Well there it is short and sweet. Lindsey gets bombarded next chapter.
DeansTrueGirl: I hope you enjoy these short chapters too this next one should be longer though.