Author's Note:

Hello and welcome.

I don't really have much to say here, just that a new character is being introduced and the story is being built further.

Not much happens, but I hope you enjoy it anyways(?)

Scenery flashed by in a haze, sunlight reflecting off of buildings and people walking slowly.

The car pulled into the space, engine purring softly before it was cut off. Maggie yanked the keys out before walking to the large building.

Maggie walked into the station, papers in hand and dressed in her standard uniform.

She walked up to the receptionist, who smiled warmly but continued to type and chew obnoxiously on her gum.

"Can I help you?" she asked, smacking her lips.

"Yes, I need to see Director Park."

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, continuing to type on her keyboard.

"No, but it'll only take up a few moments of his time."

"You can schedule an appointment with him if you'd like, ma'am."

Maggie sighed, regaining control over her growing impatience. "He knows me. Tell him who I am, I'm from the first district."

She pointed to the patch on her uniform.

"My name's Maggie S-"

"Sawyer!" a voice boomed, followed by a young man with small eyes and a happy face. "What brings you to my station?"

"She doesn't have an appointment, si-"

"I'll take it from here, thanks," he said, cutting the receptionist off and leading Maggie to a conference room.

"How can I help you Sawyer?" he asked, plucking up a coffee cup and shuffling papers into a pile. "You here to take up that job offer? I could always use a co-director."

Maggie rolled her eyes at the man. "No, Park. I've told you before that I'm perfectly happy with my position. I needed to ask you some questions about one of your officers."

The man's eyes narrowed in disappointment before widened slightly, leaning forwards in his chair and motioning for her to continue.

She slid the picture of the cop over to him.

"This man was at a crime scene earlier today," she began.

"Well, yeah. I would assume so," he cut in, smirking devilishly at her. "He's a cop."

Maggie bit the inside of her lip, stopping herself from grinning. Now was not the time for conversation.

"He's a person of interest for a case that I'm working on, and he's wearing your division patch."

She pointed to the small indicator.

"This angle doesn't show his name tag, but his face is clear. Tell me if you recognize him."

Officer Park sighed before picking up the picture, examining it closely and running a hand through his thick black hair.

After a while he straightened and handed the picture back.

"I haven't seen him around," he said, seeming sincere. "He's probably an officer here…I could've just forgotten his face."

He looked up. "Could you take the picture around and ask a few of my officers? If he's involved with a case, I want to know right away."

Maggie straightened and stood, but Director Park stopped her.

"What's this all about? Something bad?"

Maggie sighed. "You know, I can't tell y-"

"He's wearing my uniform, Sawyer!"

Maggie flinched at the sudden intensity and raised voice but understood where the man was coming from. If she were in his position, she would want to know.

"It's an attempted homicide case. That's all I can tell you."

He seemed to consider the words.

"Do you trust me?" he asked suddenly. Maggie was shocked but nodded her head anyways.

After all, she had been through training with the man. They had been close competitors, constantly battling for the best position all the way through training. Despite this, they had grown close, working together many times to solve cases only days after they had received them.

"Let me in on the case," he said.

Maggie's head was already shaking before she opened her mouth.

"Sawyer, listen. You're a great detective, and as much as it pains me to do so, I'm willing to say that you're just as good as me. That means I'm just as good as you, too. We can put our heads together and figure this out quicker. You want this resolved just as much as I do."

Maggie stared at him, contemplating.

"Why do you care so much?"

"He's wearing my uniform," he stated blankly, only half lying. "And I'm a detective. It's in my nature."

He would never admit it to her, but she had become one of his close friends. More than a few times, they would meet up for a drink or two after work. He was even Maggie's best man at her wedding. She didn't have many others to rely on.

He reached in his pocket, pulling out a paper and scribbling on it before handing it to her.

"Go check that picture with my officers. If anything happens, I would really appreciate knowing. I just want to help the case."

She pocketed the slip with his personal phone number on it and nodded her head in a small gesture of thanks before sliding open the glass door and walking around, stopping every officer to have them look at the picture.

Much to her dismay, none of the officers recognized the cop in the picture.

She started up the car, the humming of the engine calming her bones as she crawled along the evening rush of traffic towards the DEO.

It was going to be a long night.

Author's Note pt2:

So, yeah. Once again, not my proudest work. I do like Park though. He's a hoot.

I honestly don't know what keeps happening, I write it and change some things to make it better, only to realize that I liked it even less than before.

So I just write and rewrite, change and edit, only to rewrite it again.

I'm still not absolutely satisfied, but this is what I disliked the least, so…there's that.

At least my punctuation is decent. If all else fails, add more commas.

Thanks for reading; please comment and check out some of my other works.

They're pretty similar to this one, so if you like this, you might like them.

Thanks again.