Jordan was amazed by what she saw inside the J. Edgar Hoover building. She felt giddy when the security guard scanned them through. This was the first time she had even been passed the visitors point before. It was a thrill to say the least but she hid it well. The elevator ride up was silent and for that she was thankful. Once they reached the correct floor, she just stood staring down the hallway. It was empty since it was Saturday and even FBI Agents took the weekends off unless a case dictates otherwise. "Wow." She whispered under her breath. If only her father was around to hear about this trip. But he wasn't. He had chosen to leave soon after she discovered that she had an older brother. Shaking her head, she jogged to catch up with Drew who was already halfway down the hallway. "What's the hurry?" She whispered under her breath as they stepped into the only office that had lights on.
Drew sighed and caught himself before he could roll his eyes. "No hurry, Jordan. But being on time is wise when it comes to the Director." He whispered back. He fell silent when he saw his boss sitting behind his desk. "Sir." He nodded his head in greeting to the man. "I would like to introduce you to Jordan Cavanaugh."
Anthony Stevens was a good looking man. He was very handsome for being forty-five years old. He stood about 6foot even and weighed in at a lean hundred and sixty pounds. A neatly trimmed beard covered his chin and his eyes were a deep green. He looked up from his work and offered a genuine smile to the two now standing in his office. Anthony kept his gaze on Jordan for a few minutes, sizing her up before he stood and moved around his desk. "So you're Doctor Cavanaugh? The reports don't do you justice." He offered the honest compliment to the M.E. "It's an honor to finally put a face to the name and deeds." He offered his hand.
She smiled at the Director. He seemed like a nice guy. Taking his hand, she shook. A nice firm grasp. "I guess I should be honored as well. It's not everyday that I get a request from the FBI." Jordan let go of his hand and sat down in one of the two chairs sitting in front of the desk.Noting that Drew stayed standing, behind her chair.
The man shook his head. "I'll get right to point, Doctor Cavanaugh." The Director fell silent for a moment, eyeing the man standing behind Jordan's chair. Finally he returned his gaze to Jordan. "We want you. We as in the FBI wants you." He was silent for a minute but continued before she could interrupt. "I've read over several reports that make reference to you. You've been mentioned in several, including the Digger case. All the reports state that you manage to help out even when your help is not required or requested. You've been described as brash, temperamental, hardheaded, stubborn, just and fair. Those are all the qualities that some of our best Agents show. It's what makes them so good at what they do." He turned and grabbed a file folder off his desk with the bold letters FBI stamped on the front. His gaze returned to her. "The FBI is starting up a new program since our recruitment ratio is low this year. I've been put in charge of that program and I want you to be the one that gets to experience the trial run." He glanced down at the folder again, silent. "I won't take no as an answer." He finished.
Jordan gaped at him. The FBI wanted her? Wanted to recruit her? Now that was a new one. She kept expecting someone to jump out and yell April fools! But she knew this was real. She sat in stunned shock and when she felt a grip on her shoulder, she knew that Drew was shocked as well. She just basked in the comfort that his touch seemed to give her. She opened her mouth and closed it then tried again. Both times nothing came out and she frowned. This was a first. Jordan Cavanaugh had been rendered speechless.