NOT JUST ANOTHER INVESTIGATION
Doggett nodded his appreciation to the woman who held the door open for him and he took his cell phone from his jacket as he hurried along the J. Edgar Hoover steps. Squinting his eyes, he looked up at the sky and then began to dial a number.
"Reyes," came the female answer.
"It's Agent Doggett."
"And from the office cell, no less. You know Agent Doggett, all work and no play could ruin a man, especially if it's on a Saturday afternoon."
"Kersh called a meeting. It's a shame you missed it," Doggett smirked.
"Touché."
"Agent Reyes, you wouldn't happen to be near a computer at the moment now would you?"
"I might. Why do you ask?"
"I need a background check."
"Uh-oh. Another blind date go horribly wrong, Agent Doggett?" Monica twirled the phone cord with her finger and swirled around in her chair. Agent Doggett's life had been turbulent at that, and she never missed an opportunity to cheer his often serious but kind demeanor up with her twisted sense of humour.
"Not particularly. She's an intern here. Or at least was. Kersh gave me the low-down this morning."
"Doesn't like the little lady's company?"
"I suppose you could put it that way. Name is Cassidy Adamson." Doggett tapped his foot and waited for an answer.
"Is that a yes?"
"Sorry. That name sounds a little familiar, I was just trying to think where I've heard it before."
"So tie business in with personal interest."
"I'll try my best Agent Doggett."
"Thanks."
"Oh, and John?"
"Agent?"
".Go take a nap. You sound a little cranky."
Doggett nodded his appreciation to the woman who held the door open for him and he took his cell phone from his jacket as he hurried along the J. Edgar Hoover steps. Squinting his eyes, he looked up at the sky and then began to dial a number.
"Reyes," came the female answer.
"It's Agent Doggett."
"And from the office cell, no less. You know Agent Doggett, all work and no play could ruin a man, especially if it's on a Saturday afternoon."
"Kersh called a meeting. It's a shame you missed it," Doggett smirked.
"Touché."
"Agent Reyes, you wouldn't happen to be near a computer at the moment now would you?"
"I might. Why do you ask?"
"I need a background check."
"Uh-oh. Another blind date go horribly wrong, Agent Doggett?" Monica twirled the phone cord with her finger and swirled around in her chair. Agent Doggett's life had been turbulent at that, and she never missed an opportunity to cheer his often serious but kind demeanor up with her twisted sense of humour.
"Not particularly. She's an intern here. Or at least was. Kersh gave me the low-down this morning."
"Doesn't like the little lady's company?"
"I suppose you could put it that way. Name is Cassidy Adamson." Doggett tapped his foot and waited for an answer.
"Is that a yes?"
"Sorry. That name sounds a little familiar, I was just trying to think where I've heard it before."
"So tie business in with personal interest."
"I'll try my best Agent Doggett."
"Thanks."
"Oh, and John?"
"Agent?"
".Go take a nap. You sound a little cranky."