Black Moon
Nakita
AN: thanks for the reviews ppl. This chapter doesn't have much Piper/Leo in it and either will chapter 3 probably but most likely in chapter 4, and when it shows up it'll be good ppl. ; )
====Chapter 2====
I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. Reluctantly I picked it up. "Hello." I said in a groggy voice.
"Halliwell, where are you Triker has been asking for you. You better get your but down here he sounds pissed." I sat up in my bed. Crap, it was a friend from the bureau calling to tell me I'm late.
"I bet he is. Look Pet just tell him I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll explain later." I hung up the phone and fell back down on my bed. God, can't he just forget about making my life hell for once? Triker is the assistant director, in other words my boss. He has always tried to get me fired in any and every way he can. I can't even be a few minutes late with out him noticing.
Luckily the rest of the bureau realized this and every attempt he makes fails. Now they don't even listen to his complaints. I don't know why he hates me so much. I guess I'm just to intimidating. Yeah right.
I sat in my bed for a few more minutes before forcing myself to get up. Why can't every day be the weekend? Of course, that really wouldn't work for me though. I usually have to work.
My head aced. I didn't fell like getting dressed. But a shower was one thing I did need. I walked out into the bathroom down the hall from my bedroom and took my shower. Remind me to thank whoever invented them.
I dried my hair and threw it into a ponytail. I didn't have time to do anything with it. I put on a black paint suit, with a blue button up blouse underneath the jacket. And I was off to work. Breakfast I didn't have time for, but I'd pick up some coffee on the way.
It turned out I wasn't in trouble after all. Triker had an assignment for me. A murder case here in San Francisco. That didn't make me feel to good. But, then again, I get to make sure he's caught and put in front of a jury. Which can also be a bad thing, seeing as twenty-five percent of the time the jury would let a convict go.
I sat in my office looking over the papers. There have been three murders. Each two weeks apart from each other. All three victims were women.
The first name was Jessica Gland, a brunet about 5'3" 25 years old. The second a red head about 5'5" named Rita Herbung, 23 years old. And the last another brunet, 5'1" Fran Jiner 28 years. It was the same thing each time. They were left on there bed, left hand missing. Missing. Now that's discussing. That probable meant this psycho had kept them for a keepsake. Disgusting.
I read the reports threw a couple of times, not wanting to miss a thing. When I finished it was time to head home. Most of the people in the office had already left. There were only about five of us still working.
I sorted threw the files and put them back in there folders. I put the folders into my bag and made sure I had every thing I needed. I picked up my jacket off of the back of my chair, turned off my lamp and headed out of my office. I had my jacket draped over my arm. I closed the door behind me and as I turned around Triker was standing right there.
My heart nearly leapt out of my body. "Oh, god. You scared me." I said, putting my hand over my chest as if I had to hold my heart in.
"Did you look over the papers?" Triker asked me.
I set my brief case down and put on my jacket. "Yes." I picked up my brief case and looked up at him. "Is there something you want?"
"Yes, I want-"
"Other than me fired." He just looked at me. "Didn't think so." I walked past him toward the elevator. As I waited for the elevator to descend four floors my cell phone began to ring. I fished it out of my pocket, hoping the reception would be okay in the elevator.
"Hello."
"Hey, its Leo. Leo Wyatt. We meet last night."
My pulse quickened. I didn't expect him to call me so soon. "Ya, I remember. Hey."
"I was wondering if I could take you out tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Ya, I'm sorry is that not good for you," I could hear the regret in his voice.
"No, no. It's fine. I just that I literally just got off of work. I'm riding the elevator down now." The doors to the elevator opened and I walked out of the building.
"Oh well whatever time is good for you."
I looked down at my watch, Six-fifteen. "Is eight ok?"
"Fine with me. So since I already know where you live I'll pick you up then?"
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye." I pushed the end button and put my phone back in my pocket. I couldn't wait until eight. I didn't know why, but every time I thought of him my head spun in circles.
It was obvious he felt, somewhat, the same about me to. Most guys try to play it cool. Wait a day or two to call the girl, but he hadn't. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
AN: I don't know if there is even an FBI branch in San Francisco, but who cares.
Nakita
AN: thanks for the reviews ppl. This chapter doesn't have much Piper/Leo in it and either will chapter 3 probably but most likely in chapter 4, and when it shows up it'll be good ppl. ; )
====Chapter 2====
I woke to the sound of my phone ringing. Reluctantly I picked it up. "Hello." I said in a groggy voice.
"Halliwell, where are you Triker has been asking for you. You better get your but down here he sounds pissed." I sat up in my bed. Crap, it was a friend from the bureau calling to tell me I'm late.
"I bet he is. Look Pet just tell him I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll explain later." I hung up the phone and fell back down on my bed. God, can't he just forget about making my life hell for once? Triker is the assistant director, in other words my boss. He has always tried to get me fired in any and every way he can. I can't even be a few minutes late with out him noticing.
Luckily the rest of the bureau realized this and every attempt he makes fails. Now they don't even listen to his complaints. I don't know why he hates me so much. I guess I'm just to intimidating. Yeah right.
I sat in my bed for a few more minutes before forcing myself to get up. Why can't every day be the weekend? Of course, that really wouldn't work for me though. I usually have to work.
My head aced. I didn't fell like getting dressed. But a shower was one thing I did need. I walked out into the bathroom down the hall from my bedroom and took my shower. Remind me to thank whoever invented them.
I dried my hair and threw it into a ponytail. I didn't have time to do anything with it. I put on a black paint suit, with a blue button up blouse underneath the jacket. And I was off to work. Breakfast I didn't have time for, but I'd pick up some coffee on the way.
It turned out I wasn't in trouble after all. Triker had an assignment for me. A murder case here in San Francisco. That didn't make me feel to good. But, then again, I get to make sure he's caught and put in front of a jury. Which can also be a bad thing, seeing as twenty-five percent of the time the jury would let a convict go.
I sat in my office looking over the papers. There have been three murders. Each two weeks apart from each other. All three victims were women.
The first name was Jessica Gland, a brunet about 5'3" 25 years old. The second a red head about 5'5" named Rita Herbung, 23 years old. And the last another brunet, 5'1" Fran Jiner 28 years. It was the same thing each time. They were left on there bed, left hand missing. Missing. Now that's discussing. That probable meant this psycho had kept them for a keepsake. Disgusting.
I read the reports threw a couple of times, not wanting to miss a thing. When I finished it was time to head home. Most of the people in the office had already left. There were only about five of us still working.
I sorted threw the files and put them back in there folders. I put the folders into my bag and made sure I had every thing I needed. I picked up my jacket off of the back of my chair, turned off my lamp and headed out of my office. I had my jacket draped over my arm. I closed the door behind me and as I turned around Triker was standing right there.
My heart nearly leapt out of my body. "Oh, god. You scared me." I said, putting my hand over my chest as if I had to hold my heart in.
"Did you look over the papers?" Triker asked me.
I set my brief case down and put on my jacket. "Yes." I picked up my brief case and looked up at him. "Is there something you want?"
"Yes, I want-"
"Other than me fired." He just looked at me. "Didn't think so." I walked past him toward the elevator. As I waited for the elevator to descend four floors my cell phone began to ring. I fished it out of my pocket, hoping the reception would be okay in the elevator.
"Hello."
"Hey, its Leo. Leo Wyatt. We meet last night."
My pulse quickened. I didn't expect him to call me so soon. "Ya, I remember. Hey."
"I was wondering if I could take you out tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Ya, I'm sorry is that not good for you," I could hear the regret in his voice.
"No, no. It's fine. I just that I literally just got off of work. I'm riding the elevator down now." The doors to the elevator opened and I walked out of the building.
"Oh well whatever time is good for you."
I looked down at my watch, Six-fifteen. "Is eight ok?"
"Fine with me. So since I already know where you live I'll pick you up then?"
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye." I pushed the end button and put my phone back in my pocket. I couldn't wait until eight. I didn't know why, but every time I thought of him my head spun in circles.
It was obvious he felt, somewhat, the same about me to. Most guys try to play it cool. Wait a day or two to call the girl, but he hadn't. I liked that. I liked that a lot.
AN: I don't know if there is even an FBI branch in San Francisco, but who cares.