Many thanks to Fran, Jill, Ariel, Pearly, and you!

I tweaked this one up until literal minutes before posting, so any mistakes are mine.

First day of observation ;)


Day 1 of observation:

The agent previously in charge of Isabella's profile was a complete imbecile, and part of me is glad they quit. This isn't because I now have the opportunity to get to know this girl on a level so deep that no one else will ever have a chance of knowing her the way I do. None of that matters to me. It's only because I take my job seriously and when I find others slacking off in a way that endangers our civilians, it fills me with a rage unlike any other.

The notes on her are extremely lacking and all over the place. Nothing connects or makes any sense at all, almost as if the previous agent only gathered snippets of her life on the few chances that they could be bothered to pay attention.

I have no other option. I have to start from scratch.

Which is fine. I prefer it that way.

I've already done my digging through her personal aspects, the raw facts about her life that don't even begin to make up the real meat of who she really is.

Before this is all said and done, I'll know everything about her. Every quirk, every microexpression. I'll know what she fills her time with, her hobbies, interests, dreams. I'll know if she snores, if she sings in the shower, and probably at some point I'll see her naked. I try not to watch my subjects in their most intimate moments, such as sex, masturbation, or shit-taking, but it does happen from time to time.

Bella's typical day starts much later than most, considering she doesn't leave work until around 4 AM. She doesn't fall asleep until about 7 AM, and she usually wakes up some time around 2 or 3 PM.

I start my day at 5 AM, shortly after she gets off work, so my first order of business is catching up with what she's done in the hour before I got here.

4:06 AM- Sends a text message to "Daddy" (Charles Swan) to say she is leaving work and on her way home.

4:17 AM- Purchases six breakfast burritos at McDonald's. (Why so many for such a tiny thing?)

4:23 AM- Sends a text message to "Daddy" (Charles Swan) saying she arrived home safe.

Between 4:25 and 5:19, her Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat are all logged into. Peeks into her screens tell me she's mindlessly scrolling through pictures of friends, cute animals, and the occasional thirst trap. She double taps damn near everything to like it, but never leaves comments.

I take a gulp of the strong, almost tar-like coffee they make here in the bureau. Most can't stand it, but it's what makes me thrive. No cream, no sugar. Black like everyone seems to think my soul is.

A quick glance through her camera shows her still munching leisurely on her burritos. In between watching her, I'm checking into my other subjects, but I know them all pretty well by now.

Everything about Isabella is new to me, and I'm devouring information about her with a ferocity I always have in the first few days of observing someone new.

By six, she's successfully devoured every last one of those damn burritos, though I'm at a complete loss as to where she put all of it, and apparently has had her fill of social media.

For awhile all she does is read, from what I can tell, a smutty romance novel. I don't have any desire to read along with her, but I can tell when she hits the particularly racy scenes by the pinking of her cheeks and the way her breathing picks up in pace.

I busy myself while she reads, checking in on everyone else and smoking my first cigarette of the morning. Nothing spectacular is happening. I would be bored if I didn't have the excitement of Isabella to keep me on my toes. It'll be disappointing when she goes to sleep for the day, but I'll just spend that time digging into her past.

I'm back on autopilot, that familiar sense of observing and sorting information as I do day in and day out, when movement in Isabella's box catches my eye.

She closes her book, opens her laptop…

Types for a moment…

And when I see the URL to the site she has chosen to go to on my screen, my green eyes widen in surprise.

The hub for porn...

When she starts to undress, I realize that now is probably a good time to leave her be for a bit. I'll check in later.


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