"Hey, isn't your father FBI?" One of the thugs that asked walking out of a room, "I asked you a question. Aren't you Agent Peter Burke's Daughter?"
Peter started to reach for the walkie-talkie.
"Let it play out. She's not made yet." Neal said.
-Back in the building-
"Are you deaf?"
"No, I just don't know who you're talking about."
"Really? Because you sure look like Agent Burke's Daughter."
"Who? Look, I'm not from around here. I had a friend and he told me where I could get some dope to sell. That's all I'm here for."
"Barry what's going on? And what is this about some FBI agent." Another guy asked walking out of the very same room.
"It's Agent Burke's Daughter." Barry said.
"Again, who are you talking about?"
"What's your name, kid." The other guy asked.
"Jo."
"Well Jo. If you really are one of us. Prove it." The guy said handing me a bag of powder.
"What good am I high, when trying to sell a product? That's bad for business."
"What's your last name Jo."
"Stone. Jo Stone."
"Mhm. Give her about hundred bags and send her on her way."
"But-"
"Do it. Or I'll put a bullet in your head." The guy told Barry as he pulled out his gun.
"Got it, boss." Barry went and did as he was told.
"So, you're the man in charge?"
"Name's Greg." He said, "When you're finished with those come back and we'll talk." He headed back into the room and closed the door behind him.
A few moments later Barry handed me a duffel bag with the drugs, "I don't care who you say you are. You're still Burke's Daughter."
"I still have no idea who this guy is." I said exiting the building.
I started making my way to the van but realized that I was being followed. So I went to plan B, sell my part. I walked pass the van and into an alley way where I knew there would be druggies with their money ready.
"How much?" A man asked eyeing the bag.
"$350."
The guy pulled out seven hundred dollars, "I'll take two."
I gave him the two and watched as he turned around and headed to a girl and handed her bag. Then more started to crowd around me, and before I knew it I should all hundred bags. I zipped up the duffel with the money on the inside and continued walking. Then my phone started to ring.
"What's up?"
"Where are you? I told you to come straight back to the van."
"No, I don't have the money. It's hard to get with someone is looking over your shoulder."
"Lose him, then met us back at the Bureau."
"I'm working on it, but I can't do that while I talk to you now can I?" I hung up the phone and continued walking.
-2 ½ hours later-
"There you are. I was about to looking for you." Dad said with a sigh of relief.
"Didn't help that I went all the way downtown, it took me forever to shake him. I finally just took a cab and luckily there was twenty of them at the time." I said tossing the duffel on the table and taking a seat, "So, how'd I do?"
"Before or after your dad almost pulled you out?" Neal asked.
"Right. Now what? Barry is pretty sure that I'm your daughter. How does he know that?" I asked.
"I don't know, but don't worry about him. You got the boss convinced, that's all that matters." Dad said.
"Greg's not the boss. He's just making sure everything was going smooth."
"Kat-"
"If Greg was the boss he would have been running as soon as he heard FBI, not check to see how things are. Even you know this."
"I just got pushed into letting my daughter in on the case. I'm more worried about you being killed right now."
"I can handle myself."
"Just because you can break the nose of a football player doesn't mean that you can defend yourself against a drug lord Kat."
"I'm going home. Unless if you have other things you want to throw at me?" I asked walking out the door.
I walked into the house and into the kitchen to see Mom getting ready to start dinner.
"Hey, how'd it go?"
"I was okay. Some guy recognized me as Dad's daughter, but I was able to push the subject aside for now. I got what I needed and started to head out and before I got to the van I realized I was being followed and went to sell it so that I can sell my cover. It took my 2 ½ hours to shake him. I finally lost him and headed back to the Bureau."
"That's good. Do you want to marinate the ribs for tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Kat?"
"Yeah Mom."
"You need to give your father some slack, okay? He's worried about you."
"I know."
About an hour or so later, I was sitting at the table with a book and sandwich in hand as dad walked into the door.
"Hey, Hon." Mom said meeting Dad at the door.
"Hey."
"Tough day?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you just relax and I'll get you some dinner."
"Mhm."
"Kat."
"What?" I said putting my book and my sandwich down.
"What are you going to do about the guy that could potentially blow your cover?"
"I don't know yet, but I'll come up with something by tomorrow."
Knock, Knock.
"I got it." I said getting up to get the door, "Michael. What are you doing here?"
"To talk and I heard about what happened yesterday."
I pushed Michael away from the door so that I could close the door and said, "What's up?"
"Look, you know about my… Past. Why were you in an abandoned building walking out with a duffel bag that doesn't belong to you." He whispered.
"Were you following me?"
"Yes."
"I can't say."
"Can't or won't?"
"Both. I'm already in danger as is I don't need you in it. So, please, stay out." I said going back inside.
"Who was that?" Dad asked.
"Nobody, I'm going to bed." I said heading up stairs.
"Goodnight."
Okay, so this probably won't be my best chapter but certainly hope it's not my worst. And yes, ilovecrimedramas, Kat is a snotty little girl but there is reason for that and you (along with everyone else) will find out what that is soon enough. So, please, leave reviews and let me know what you think, and if you want tell me what you think is going to happen. Who knows I might need the help ;)