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Who's Knocking on my Door?
It was late Saturday morning and I was still laying around in bed. I had an excuse though, well one it's the weekend and two my best friend of three years just died tragically yesterday. I heard it was a gruesome murder and most of her body was ripped to shreds. It was horrible, but I heard that was the third one this month with a similar crime scene.
There was a loud knock echoing through my apartment and I figured someone was at my door. I didn't know who it could be. I already talked to the cops about how Annie, my friend, was normal and didn't have any enemies. I just hoped it wasn't another person to offer their condolences, I already have about six pies, and I don't even like pie.
I looked through the peephole of my door and saw two handsome and tall men in pristine suits. I didn't know who they were, but I would sure like to.
"Who is it?" I asked them without opening my door.
They didn't even say a word. They just flipped up two badges showing they were from the FBI. I sighed, I had no clue what the FBI wanted, but if they're here about, Annie, I'm scared to know there is something deeper involved with her gruesome death.
I opened the door fully and both men took in my appearance, with my light blue low cut pajama tank top, my short pajama shorts that had light blue stripes and dark blue stripes, and my blue socks. The taller one with the longer hair immediately looked at my face after the once over, but the smaller one with spikey hair lingered at my chest area.
I cleared my throat and the smaller one's head snapped up to my face. The taller one gave the smaller one a look that I interpreted as, "Dude seriously." The smaller one just shrugged and put a huge smirk on his face.
"Sorry, about that. My names Agent Drake and this is my partner Agent Carter," the taller one said.
"It's fine. What's this about?" I asked.
"We are investigating the death of Annie Parker. We heard you were one of the closest people to her besides her sister who lives on the other side of town," Agent Carter said.
"I was, I worked with her and we went to school together. Why is the FBI investigating?" I asked.
"We're not allowed to discuss that, it's classified, but we want to get to the bottom of it before anymore murders happen," Agent Drake said.
"Okay," I said.
"Can we ask you a few questions?" Agent Carter asked.
"Sure, you guys can come in if you like. I can make you both a cup of coffee?" I said.
"No thanks, we…" Agent Drake started, but he was cut off by Agent Carter, "Sure, we can't pass up a nice hot cup of joe."
Agent Drake gave Agent Carter a weird look and Agent Carter just shrugged. I showed the two men into my small kitchen and started my coffee machine. I saw Agent Carter's face light up as he took a look at my kitchen counter filled with different flavors of pies.
"Do you like pie?" I asked him.
"Do I like it? I love pie! Can I have some, I mean if you're offering," Agent Carter said.
"You can have all of them. I'm not really a pie eater," I said.
"Are you serious? You're going to give me all these pies," he said with the biggest grin I've ever seen.
"Yeah, take them. I'll probably end up throwing them away," I said.
"No, you can't throw away perfectly good pies. I'll take them," he said.
"Okay," I said.
My coffee maker beeped and I poured each of us a steaming hot cup. They both took it from me and drank it like it was. I had to at least put a little creamer and sugar in it.
"Do you have a fork?" Agent Carter asked.
I got him a fork and as soon as I gave him one he was digging into a blueberry pie. I watched him go to town on it and his partner just watched him with disgust.
"Uh… Sorry again. My partner is not on his game today," Agent Drake said.
"It's fine," I said.
"Come on its free pie. This is the best day of my life," Agent Carter said.
"Yeah, okay. Anyway, Miss Lindon. Did your friend notice anything weird in the past few days or weeks before her murder?" Agent Drake asked.
"Just call me, Timi. I honestly don't remember. Actually, come to think of it though. Annie was telling me about how she felt like she was being watched when she'd be out and about. She even heard weird noises outside her house, but she mentioned that it didn't sound normal. They were different and strange noises," I said thinking about the information.
"Weird noises? Can you elaborate on that?" Agent Carter asked.
I noticed that he finished almost half of the pie he was munching on and was still slowly picking at it.
"I don't know. I think she said like low grumbling and scratching sounds. I think the one night she actually heard a screech, but I honestly don't know," I said.
"You mentioned that she thought someone was following her. Do you happen to know if she seen who was watching her or when it started?" Agent Drake asked.
"I think it started about two weeks before her death. She never mentioned to me if she actually caught a glimpse of them," I said.
"All right, thanks for your time, Timi," Agent Drake said.
"No problem," I said.
Agent Carter was gathering the rest of his half eaten pie and his other pies I gave him.
"Thanks for your help, Timi, and for the pies," Agent Carter said.
"No problem. Anytime," I said.
I led the two men out of my apartment and watched them get into a beautiful classic car. I watched them pull off and I went back into my little apartment.
"I'm sorry about your friend, Timi," Castiel my friend said.
"Thanks, Castiel. So those were the infamous Winchesters?" I asked.
"Yes they were," he said.
"You didn't tell me they were hot," I said.
"Focus, Timi," Castiel said.
"Fine. You didn't tell them about me?" I asked.
"What's there to tell?" he said.
"Oh I don't know. That I was an angel who fell almost four years ago because I was tired of all the angel crap and wanted more in my life," I said.
"I know, but I don't think they're ready for more angels in their life. They already have a lot on their plates," Castiel said sternly.
"I guess that's fair," I said.
"I think so," he said.
"Am I going to see you again soon?" I asked him.
"I don't know, maybe. You know the deal, Timi," Castiel said.
"I know," I said.
"I'll see you around, my angel," Castiel said sadly.
With that he disappeared and I was alone in my apartment again. It still tore me up inside that I decided to fall from grace and become human. I still wondered if I should have stayed. I only wish Castiel would have joined me when I asked him to fall with me.
He did not want to betray our father and still was tightly wrapped in the stupid angel politics. I loved him with all my heart and I still do. I just wish he'd still feel the same way as me like all those years ago.
A few days later, Castiel relayed the message to me that the Winchester boys once again saved another city, my city, from being the victim of a supernatural creature. I knew after that message I'd probably wouldn't see Castiel for another few years, but somehow, I'm kind of okay with that.
