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Chapter 10;
But It's Better If You Do
Chapter Complete!Jace has a meeting…
Luke starts to count the days till he can retire…
*~********~*~********~* Other-Other-Other-Other-Other *~********~*~********~* (Jace)"Agent Wayland? You can go in now. The director will be here in just a few minutes, just have a seat."
Jace glanced up, flashing a smug, flirtatious smile at the pretty blonde secretary.
"Thanks Katya, always great getting to see you."
"Mmm Hmm..." She mumbled, hitting the button on the side of her desk, the obnoxious buzzing sounding. Katya tilted her head towards the door, widening her eyes faintly,
He stood up, walking over towards the door, pausing, leaning in slightly,
"So, what are you doing after work?"
She quirked her eyebrow,
"Going on a date with my 6'6" navy SEAL boyfriend."
Jace nodded quickly,
"O-okay, I, uh…I'm just gonna go in now."
She gave a frozen, sarcastic smile,
"You do that."
Jace hurried along, slipping through the door.
Damn, too bad…
Katya was gorgeous…
Eh probably for the best. Starting up something with the director of the DEA's secretary would probably be a bad idea.
Jace made his way into the large, elegant office, hesitantly taking a seat in one of the twin chairs facing the desk, fidgeting slightly,
He wondered why director Corvin wanted to see him. Jace had never really had an actual meeting with him. I mean, he's been IN meetings with him and like twenty other agents, or in briefings on big time cases, or when for whatever reason he needed to address his agents, that kind of thing, but he's never actually had a one on one meeting with the man.
Which was also probably for the best…
Director Corbin was kind of distractingly attractive.
It had kind of thrown him the first time he saw the man. It was at one of the briefing things his first week as an agent. He'd been all set to try to make a move…until he happened to overhear someone call him Director and he realized exactly who the very attractive blond man actually was. At least he caught himself before he did anything really stupid.
That'd be pretty hard to come back from…
I mean it's not like it's his fault…you just naturally assume the director of the DEA is gonna be a fairly old, stuffy, conservative type…
You most definitely don't expect a handsome, thirty something with sandy blonde hair, a distractingly appealing smile, and brilliant blue eyes in an expensive Italian suit.
Though he supposes it's not really hard to tell how he got where he was…
Oliver Corbin was almost unsettlingly confident, suave and smooth. He had a specific air about him that just kind of felt strong and commanding…
Which honestly was pretty damn hot…
The guy reminds Jace of a younger, blonder, American James Bond.
Yeah…it's probably for the best he hasn't had too much one on one time with the dude…
Despite what his siblings say he does actually have SOME sense when it comes to the whole dating/flirting/random hookup thing…
Maybe not a lot, but he knows enough not to try to start something with your boss…
Or in this case his bosses, boss…
Yeah…that'd pretty much be career suicide…
No thanks….
Dude's hot, but not throw your career out the window hot.
Besides, he wouldn't have even really thought the director knew who he was. I mean, yeah he probably saw him in meetings or whatever, knew he was an agent, but not anything beyond that…
Yet he'd been called personally to the director's office…
There shouldn't have been anything wrong with his last case, and it was a pretty smalltime thing anyways. Everything was accounted for; there were no loose ends or anything like that…
So…why was he being summoned to the Directors office?
For the life of him he cou-
His thoughts are cut off by the sound of the door opening,
He scrambled up, standing straight,
"Good afternoon Director Corvin." he said quickly, giving a confident smile, reaching forward to shake his hand.
Corvin tilted his head, nodding faintly, taking his hand in a surprisingly strong, firm handshake.
"Afternoon agent Wayland, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat." he finished, gesturing towards the chairs, slipping around the desk.
Jace quickly set down, ramrod straight,
Director Corbin settled in his own seat, leaning forward, resting his elbows on the desk. The director sighed, tilting his head,
"Agent Wayland, do you have any idea why I called you here?"
Jace blinked, swallowing slightly, shaking his head,
"No, sir…I…if there was an issue with the Brantley case t-"
He gave a slight huff of a laugh, waving Jace off, shaking his head.
"It's not about a case…at least not yet…hopefully not ever."
Jace tilted his head in confusion,
"I'm sorry sir, I don't understand. Did you have an assignment for me?"
Again he shook his head,
"No Agent Wayland...I don't have an assignment for you, just a bit of friendly guidance."
Jace blinked again,
"I still don't understand sir."
Again Corbin sighed, reaching into the drawer of the desk, pulling out a folder, opening it, pushing it across the desk.
"Agent Wayland…Jace…What is this?"
He hesitated a moment, leaning forward, reading it over, pausing in confusion, glancing back up at the director.
"T-this is the request I put in for a formal investigation…" he shook his head,
"I know it's a bit flimsy but I think we'll find a-"
Corbin shook his head, chuckling, quirking his eyebrow,
"Jace, remember how I said I had a bit of friendly guidance for you?"
He paused, nodding slowly,
Corbin nodded back, reaching across the desk, grabbing the folder. He held it up, turning in his chair, calmly feeding the entire folder into the industrial paper shredder, before turning back,
Jace gasped,
"W-what? Why did y-"
Corbin shook his head faintly,
"Jace believe me; that was for you own good. You never turned that in, I never saw it, and you will immediately cease and desist any and all inquiry into Magnus Bane."
Jace startled, shaking his head,
"Why w-"
Corbin gave an annoyed sigh, rubbing at his face, before looking up again, meeting Jace's eyes,
"Jace, I am trying to help you here. I've looked at your record, at your cases. You're a good agent; right now you have a bright career ahead of you…" Corbin paused, tilting his head, meeting Jace's gaze head on,
"But you start investigating Magnus Bane; that ends…flat out."
Jace blinked uncomprehendingly,
"What? Y-you're going to fire me for-"
Again Corbin shook his head,
"I'm not saying that…I can't fire someone just for looking into a person."
Jace shrugged, tilting his head in confusion,
"Then w-"
Corbin groaned faintly, rubbing at his eyes before looking back at Jace, giving a faint wave.
"Look, I stopped you once, I won't do it again. If you are dead set on this I can't just order you to stop.
But I can tell you exactly what will happen if you do."
Jace gulped at the tone, feeling a prickling sensation all the way down his spine,
"W-what would happen?"
Corbin leaned forward a bit more, folding his hands,
"First off, it would not affect Magnus at all. His life will go on just as it always has. The request will go nowhere, it'll end up getting buried in some old, dusty file room somewhere and forgotten by everybody…
Including you.
Next, it gets out you're going after Magnus Bane, you will be done. No more cushy assignments, no more interesting, worthwhile cases, no more promotions…All of that would stop.
You'd be reassigned, probably shipped off to some tiny, backwater little town, pushing paper in some facility, and one little slip up, even one, you'd be out entirely." he paused, meeting Jace's eyes,
"I don't want to see that happen to you. That would be a waste of a perfectly adequate agent…
But you continue with this, my hands are tied."
Jace froze, blinking rapidly, trying to process all of this,
What?
T-that just made no sense…
Why would the investigation into some pretty, flashy, club owner really matter to any agency?
The way he talked it was over even HIS head….
That just made no sense…
He tried to think back to the meeting with Magnus, trying to come up with some kind of clue…
There wasn't anyth-
Wait…
He thought back to the feeling he got from Magnus…to the threat.
It hadn't felt like a usual 'pissed off pretty boy' kinda threat…
It'd felt like…
O-oh…
Oh…Crap…
Jace swallowed again, looking up, eyes wide, meeting Corbin's gaze,
"D-does Magnus work for us? Or did he?
NSA, CIA, something else…"
Corbin chuckled, giving a slight shrug,
"Oh he's definitely something else alright…" he paused, chuckling again, before glancing back up, leaning forward, nearly unnaturally blue eyes shimmering so bright they almost seemed to glow, though that had to just be a trick of the light.
He gave a slow, somewhat mysterious smile, something strange, sharp and almost cold passing behind those brilliant shimmering blue eyes.
Jace had to fight down a shiver,
"Jace, you know I can't tell you anything like that…I shouldn't even be telling you this much.
I'm just looking out for you…
I don't was to see a bright, promising career torpedoed from one little misstep. Take a bit of friendly advice from someone far more experienced than you…
Leave this one alone.
Okay?"
Jace swallowed, giving a quick, kind of shaky nod,
"Y-yes sir."
Corbin seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, giving a slight nod and a far nicer smile,
"Thank you Agent. As I said, I'm sure you'll go quite far."
He stood back up, reaching across the desk to once again shake Jace's hand. Jace returned the gesture, feeling oddly wobbly.
"Thank you Director. And I do appreciate the heads up."
He nodded once more,
"Of course, don't mention it…" he paused, quirking his eyebrow,
"Literally; do not mention this.
Telling you even this much could cause a lot of problems for me, I am really going out on a limb for you here…
Please don't make me regret it?" his eyes caught the light again, shimmering brighter, flashing that sharp, odd smile,
Jace nodded quickly,
"Of course sir, not a word. Thank you again." he turned making his way quickly towards the door before pausing, hand on the doorknob, glancing back,
"Oh umm…"
Corbin looked back up, quirking his eyebrow,
"Yes agent? Was there something else?"
Jace swallowed, nodding hesitantly,
"Uh…y-yeah kind of…I put in the request to look into Magnus, but I was also planning to submit one on someone else."
Corbin tilted his head,
"Who?"
"Raphael Santiago?"
Corbin's eyes went wide, freezing, before promptly bursting into riotous laughter, shaking his head quickly.
Jace blinked in concern,
"Uh…s-sir?"
He gasped faintly, shaking his head still, waving him off, trying to get his laughing under control,
"T-that…oh wow…That would actually be even worse than Magnus…
Raphael Santiago will eat you alive."
Jace blinked, before tilting his head in confusion,
"My brother said the same thing…"
Corbin chuckled again,
"Obviously your brother is very intelligent…I'd advise you to listen to him...clearly he knows something you don't."
*~********~*~********~* Other-Other-Other-Other-Other *~********~*~********~* (Luke)Okay seriously,
How is this his life?
Did he somehow piss off a genie or get some kind of hex placed on him? Did he walk under a ladder or break a mirror or something? Because seriously, that's the only explanation he can find for such horribly bad luck.
He couldn't quite contain an agitated groan that was really far closer to a growl,
It's now official, no getting around it…
Paper works all went through, no road blocks, no issues, not a thing standing in the way…
It's official…
Magnus Bane is opening a PI agency…
Magnus Bane AND Raphael freaking Santiago are opening a PI agency…
An Agency that will no doubt give them numerous reasons to hang around his station…
Reasons of which they will take flagrant advantage of…
It's already happening; they're out sitting in his bullpen right this very minute. Glancing through the blinds he can see them.
Raphael's leaning against Simon's desk. The young detective is practically beaming, smiling bright bouncing slightly, leaning against the desk next to him chattering away. Raphael is listening; a warm, soft smile on his lips the likes of which Luke had never imagined the snarky, suave, collected Vampiric pain in the ass was even capable of…
It was downright disturbing.
As he watched Kevin slipped over next to Simon. he settled on the edge of the desk, glancing over, tossing some comment towards Raphael. The Vampire's eyes widened, he quirked his eyebrow, chuckling faintly, He tilted his head, eyes bright and almost mischievous, sending some comment back that had the young officer blushing and giving a totally heatless glare, Simon rolling his eyes, nudging Raphael playfully. He chuckled, tugging Simon a bit closer to his side.
Luke shook his head,
That was SO far beyond disturbing…
Though it was a tossup as to which was stranger.
One of the most feared Vampires in the country acting like a besotted, carefree teenager, or one of the most powerful supernatural beings period setting on the edge of his head detective's desk as if he just belongs there, chatting animatedly with said head detective, spinning some elaborate, crazy story, hands gesturing wildly, sending sparks and shimmering, fluttering lights floating about the precinct.
Alec seems fine, a playfully annoyed, FAR too indulgent expression on his face, laughing, smiling, rolling his eyes faintly at Magnus's antics, totally oblivious to the psychedelic lightshow practically engulfing him.
Simon and Alec's desks are in the very center of the precinct. All six of the desks around theirs are deserted, it's like there's a field around the group. He can see a couple pairs of wide, nervous eyes peaking out the blinds of the records room.
Even from here he can see the tremble in poor officer Byrd's hand,
Yeah…he must be cursed….
That's the only explanation he can find for his two best detectives starting something up with two of the most feared Supernaturals in the country…
He shook his head again, giving another, louder, growl like groan,
Raphael's head tilted curiously, he glanced away from the conversation with Simon and Kevin, looking over towards his office, meeting his eyes.
He smirked, eyes flickering black, giving a wink,
Luke fought off another groan,
Also the near overwhelming urge to repeatedly bang his head against his desk…
He settled for a sigh, rubbing his temples, reaching in his drawer, fishing out a bottle of Tylenol, idly wishing he was the kind of chief that'd have a bottle or two stashed there instead…
If this is gonna become the norm he may have to consider it…
He sighed again, opening the bottle, fishing a couple out, downing them dry, shaking his head again.
Just ten more years till retirement…
*~********~*~********~* _End Of Chapter Notes_ *~********~*~********~*Oliver: Elf Warrior
Corvin: A Raven
Bet you weren't expecting a Jace segment right? Couldn't resist… I know we didn't get the directors 1st name but figured I should put it in too…
Kay so I know this was a bit short but I figure we need at least one of those…I know Luke's part didn't add a whole lot, but had to give him a bit of time… you know the poor dude's gonna have his hands full trying to keep his precinct from descending into chaos.
So what do you think? Will Jace be able to just let it go?
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