People think I'm paranoid. They're
probably right. I'll admit, some of my ideas are kind of out there.
Most people wouldn't ever entertain the idea of a government hospital delivering
the alien babies from Area Fifty-one. But then, I'm not most people, am
I?
My paranoia's a part of me; it's what makes me such a good agent. It's saved my butt a million times. Come to think of it, it's saved a lot of other people's butts too. And while it's not always fun to live with, it can be pretty helpful. Hey, I may be nuts, but I'm not dead now, am I?
Most of my life people have looked down on me because of my paranoia. Even my ex left me because of it, claiming I was being overprotective. But I was just worried, that's all. Sometimes my imagination gets the better of me. When that happens I just have to check on people. I have to prove to myself that the horrible thoughts running through my head haven't really happened. Of course, no one else understands that. I've even been accused of stalking people a couple of times. But I'm not really stalking them, I'm just checking to make sure they're okay. God, I wish I could make them understand...
I've been bounced from job to job because of it. The CIA dumped me in the lap of the FBI, the FBI just dumped me- eventually, the only place that would take me in was the Department of Fish and Game. Well, it wasn't F&G per se, it was an independent government agency funded by F&G... But that's need to know information, and you don't need to know.
The first person who ever really understood me was my partner. No, not that type of partner! The agent who was assigned to me as my partner, the guy I was supposed to train. He wasn't exactly the sort of person you'd expect to find working for the government. In fact, if it wasn't for a special gift he had for hiding from sight- he could practically disappear into thin air when he wanted to- he would never have been considered for any type of government work. In fact, I know for a fact he would've ended up in a maximum-security prison.
We didn't hit it off at first; in fact, we were downright hostile to one another. I didn't trust him and he didn't trust me. But after a while our opinions of each other changed. I'm not exactly sure when, but they did. He and I developed an understanding of each other. I'd worked with other agents in the past, but I had never really been able to relate with any of them. But this guy was different. I would've given my life for him. And the strange thing is he would've done the same for me.
People think I'm paranoid. They're probably right. But I don't care, because I have Darien Fawkes to watch my back. He's my partner. No, he's more than that. He's my friend. Probably the first real friend I've ever had. And when he's around I couldn't care less what people think about me or say behind my back, because I know that there's at least one person who's on my side. And believe me, that's a pretty good thing to know.
My paranoia's a part of me; it's what makes me such a good agent. It's saved my butt a million times. Come to think of it, it's saved a lot of other people's butts too. And while it's not always fun to live with, it can be pretty helpful. Hey, I may be nuts, but I'm not dead now, am I?
Most of my life people have looked down on me because of my paranoia. Even my ex left me because of it, claiming I was being overprotective. But I was just worried, that's all. Sometimes my imagination gets the better of me. When that happens I just have to check on people. I have to prove to myself that the horrible thoughts running through my head haven't really happened. Of course, no one else understands that. I've even been accused of stalking people a couple of times. But I'm not really stalking them, I'm just checking to make sure they're okay. God, I wish I could make them understand...
I've been bounced from job to job because of it. The CIA dumped me in the lap of the FBI, the FBI just dumped me- eventually, the only place that would take me in was the Department of Fish and Game. Well, it wasn't F&G per se, it was an independent government agency funded by F&G... But that's need to know information, and you don't need to know.
The first person who ever really understood me was my partner. No, not that type of partner! The agent who was assigned to me as my partner, the guy I was supposed to train. He wasn't exactly the sort of person you'd expect to find working for the government. In fact, if it wasn't for a special gift he had for hiding from sight- he could practically disappear into thin air when he wanted to- he would never have been considered for any type of government work. In fact, I know for a fact he would've ended up in a maximum-security prison.
We didn't hit it off at first; in fact, we were downright hostile to one another. I didn't trust him and he didn't trust me. But after a while our opinions of each other changed. I'm not exactly sure when, but they did. He and I developed an understanding of each other. I'd worked with other agents in the past, but I had never really been able to relate with any of them. But this guy was different. I would've given my life for him. And the strange thing is he would've done the same for me.
People think I'm paranoid. They're probably right. But I don't care, because I have Darien Fawkes to watch my back. He's my partner. No, he's more than that. He's my friend. Probably the first real friend I've ever had. And when he's around I couldn't care less what people think about me or say behind my back, because I know that there's at least one person who's on my side. And believe me, that's a pretty good thing to know.