AN: I know two things: 1) Monica wasn't born in El Paso, And 2) no i am not sure if there is a field office in El Paso, But deal with it!!! And Christian and Sidnii are figments of my own demented mind!!!
She felt the plane lift up of the ground, tears drying on her face. The time to cry was over now. John was behind her. Along with the dreams and worries about Mulder, Dana, William, and the X-files. She was going back to her birthplace. To work, and live around her home. Her language. Her favorite foods, her flavors. The mariachi. She didn't realize how much she had missed it until she thought about seeing all of it again.
Her stomch was lodged somewhere up in her throat. And it stayed there the entire flight until the plane had taxied to the gate in the desert like heat of Texas. El Paso. Home. Or at least so she was told. She only knew Mexico as home. But she would survive.. She made her way slowly into the town and towards the FBI Field office that she knew was there. She pulled out the directions she had gotten from what was soon to be her boss, and followed them up to the building. She didn't really want to go in, but he had said that he wanted to get her acclimated to the Texan way of running things. And in addition, she needed her pass to cross the border without lots of crap.
"Agent Reyes!" Came a slow southern draw from her left almost as soon as she walked into the building, "Welcome to Texas. Glad to have you."
A tall slim man held out his hand, his boyish smile lending light and sparkle to his hazel-green eyes. She hesitated to shake his hand, "Are you- " She glanced down at the paper to make sure she had the name right, "- Christian Jenkins?"
"Yes ma'am. I am. You'll be reporting to me, let me take you to meet your partner, then we can sit down and have a drink in my office." He said dropping his hand awkwardly and taking the lead. Monica self-consioulsly finger-brushed back her thick hair, aware slightly of people staring at her as she walked by. He led her to an elevator, and pressed 2, "You'll be working on the second floor, in your own office. You have a connecting door to your partners, we've been a tad bit short here lately, so not only are you a welcome addition to the El Paso team, because of how long you've been in the Bureau, you have senority over a lot of the agents here. We usually get the rookies." She noticed that he was running his hands through his hair, as though he was nervous.
The elevator stopped, and the door that was right across the hallway already had her name on it. He handed her a key, "It's yours, as I've already said. Ummm- if you don't mind, i'd like to go ahead and introduce you to your partner, you can check out your office on Monday." She nodded mutely, which caused Christian to be sent into a near tail-spin. He conitinued talking as they walked down the hallway towards a wide open door. They stopped in front of the doorway, and Christian gestured for her to walk in ahead of him. She walked into the room and was surprised to see one of the most beautiful women she hd ever seen up close and personal. The woman held out her hand to Monica, "Hello, Sidnii Rodreiguez. Pleasure to meet you."
Monica answered back, only hesitating for a second, "Monica Reyes, and I feel the same." Monica noticed Sidnii's slight accent. It wasn't Mexican, it sounded French. But Monica knew that the girl definatly had some Spanish, or Mexican blood in her. She had honey-brown skin, with golden-green eyes that shined. Her hair was a mass of chestnut brown curls, highlighted with blondes and reds. She was a few inches taller than Monica, but she seemed shy, yet sure of herself at the same time. She continued talking with Monica, and her gestures were broad and sure, as though she had been in the theatre. They were in the middle of a livley conversation about El Paso when Christian cleared his throat pointedly. The two women had forgotten that he was even in the same room. Monica patiently went into his office, had the promised drink, and waved goodbye to Sidnii as she walked past the door.
She drove through the Mexio/US border, surprised at how quickly she had made it through, she still had about a hour long drive until she got to the town she was supposd to live in; La Coyotera. An hour of uninterrupted thoughts, which inevitably wondered about John. She missed him. Badly. She thought about the way his face looked when Brad had told him about Texas. The hurt, anger, and confusion. And then his eyes, the sadness of them after she had finished talking to him that morning. Right before she had fled from him. The entire night she had tossed and turned, hoping, but not wanting him to show up at the door. To keep her from leaving. He didn't, and here she was, driving to a small town in Mexico, dreading making this morning commute. She told herself, over and over that it was best, that she really didn't miss John, that she simply missed Washington. But even her own mind didn't believe it. Washington was John. Wherever he was was home.
She shook her head, feeling tears drip off of her chin. No Damnit, Monica!!! You can't have him! give him up!!! She had to pull over because of the overwhelming tears clouding her vision.