Surprising turn of events Chapter 3, a fbi fanfic

"How's the eye," Tiffany asked Scola as he gingerly touched his right eye which was starting to turn from a darkening shade of red to one with hints of purple. They had raided the house of Hank Anderson and were met by his obedient, God loving, racist, apparent kickboxer of a wife. They had only been one foot in the door when she stopped them demanding that they leave even after Scola pushed the warrant at her. She had especially zeroed in on Tiffany and three other swat members of color which Scola stepped between, only enraging the woman, hence the black eye. They didn't just leave with the black eye though; multiple pamphlets of hate speech were hidden in one room and in a small cupboard beneath the stairs held a false bottom that led to ammo for guns that were illegal. It took two seconds for Scarlett Anderson to sit down in interrogation and demand a lawyer before locking her lips and not speaking another sentence.

"You know, it only hurts when I think about it… or touch it… or try to look at anything." Tiffany shook her head with a smirk and joined the team in the JOC where Kelly and Elise worked on connecting any property to "The White Way" headquarters or as a likely location for Hank Anderson and or Michael Howard.

"Well at least we know what the snake tattoo was now," Scola pointed at the tattoo on the screen, one of Hank Anderson's arms.

"Don't tread on me," Tiffany read the print under to two intertangles snakes. "Make sense." She hated to think that the attack on a federal agent of color was one to send out a message to the white supremacist that they couldn't be messed with or caught. She was a black woman in America and even though she held a high authority job it didn't shield her from the hate, case and point today when Scarlett Anderson spit some disgusting slurs her way and towards the other black and a Hispanic swat member.

"Hank Anderson is a partial owner to a welding company on 30th street, he is partial owner with Joe Hale and a silent partner…you guessed it Jack Sullivan, all three went grew up together according to social media." Kelly was still digging as he went along. "This web of white supremacy just gets worse by the minute; Joe Hale was arrested a months ago for the attack of a Hispanic man names Eddie Ramos; he brutally attacked Ramos putting him in the hospital."

"I remember that on the news, it was over a parking space, that poor man," Tiffany shook her head sadly.

"Mr. Ramos died two days after the attack when he was pronounced brain dead and his family withdrew life support," Elise spoke solemnly.

"So Joe Hale's charges went from aggressive assault to murder," Isobel confirmed, "Let's get a warrant on the welding company, get in there and find these men."

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"What are you doing out here," Maggie asked as she walked up to the chairs stationed outside the family room. Amira, OA's youngest sister sat in the chair Maggie had previously occupied, head in hands and elbows resting on her thighs.

"I was getting claustrophobic in the silence in there." Amira joked weakly. Maggie handed the woman a water bottle that she had just retrieved from the vending machine, freeing a hand to slid the other chair up beside her. "We prayed for a little while but them it was quiet again, it reminded me too much about when we lost my father." She rubbed her hands over her face, clearly antsy as her knees bounced up and down. She let out a thin sigh of air, jumping up from her chair and letting a chill run through her. "Omar is the strong one, always has been and now when I need that stability it isn't there."

"He is still that strong brother you know; he is fighting right now, to come back and be with you, your sisters and mother." Amira just nodded, sniffling a little as she plopped back down in her chair.

"I hate hospitals," She was back to bouncing her knee. "My father had an aortic aneurysm; did OA ever tell you?" Maggie shook her head, OA rarely talked about it at all, she knew that it brought too much bad emotions and as Amira had said he was a man that tried to be the stability. "He was at work; mom got the call and we all piled into the car, and we sat in the waiting room with a crowd of other people crying and screaming and we waited." She wiped her nose with a Kleenex she had been gripping onto. "They made us sit in that waiting room for half an hour even though he passed pretty quickly." She shut her eyes as if trying to stop the tears from falling as she continued on. "I remember them telling my mother, in front of us, in that crowded room, the doctor was there and then he was gone, and mom sat in a chair, in shock while my sisters and I cried and then there was OA."

Maggie could feel the lump in her throat forming as Amira recalled the memory. OA never spoke of the event, but he did tell her he was 15 when his father died. He was a teenager and suddenly so much weight had been thrown on his shoulders. Suddenly, that picture perfect image that OA's mother was clinging to was shattered. No one asked him to, no one told him he had to but OA; in the culture he had grown up knowing, he was suddenly the "man of the house." Even worse knowing that growing up in constant attack against his race, protecting his sisters and mothers from the racists of the world, becoming an FBI agent to continue that journey only to be gunned down by a white supremacy group.

"He held my mom's hand until she was ready to go, and when we got home, everything changed."

"I remember you telling me that once."

"He wasn't his carefree self, he didn't even laugh for the first two years, he was this different person; bossy, stern, callous." She looked over at Maggie with a sad smile, "I don't think I ever got back the Omar I once knew, he appears once in a while, and he did shed some of his autocratic behavior but it's not the same." In a short amount of time Maggie gained a little insight to the OA she thought she knew. Maggie reached out and gave Amira's hand a squeeze, the woman was attempting to take small deep breaths as tears threatened to spill. They weren't even aware when the doctor started to approach them, when he announced himself, they nearly jumped. He held up his badge so Maggie could see his credentials for the hospital.

"I'm Doctor Andrew Kessler, I am one of the surgeons on the case I came for an update." Maggie looked at Amira who sat stunned in her chair; She gave her a reassuring smile and coaxed her to take a deep breath.

"His family is in here," She helped Amira up and slowly opened the door ushering both Amira and Dr. Kessler in, her heart pounded as she went for the door handle to close the door, ready to stand guard outside. Amira stopped her held out her hand for Maggie to take and pulled her in.

"You are family to Omar too."

Tiffany, Scola and Jubal all joined the raid for the welding company; so far with their thermal cameras, swat was able to see at least eight people inside of the building, it was hard to make out but there was a potential weapon in at least three of their hands. The team made their plan and as Scola and Tiffany took one side, Jubal followed swat front entrance. The leader threw a smoke grenade into the building before calling out "FBI!" Jubal could hear the scattering and panicked voices of men inside. They charged in, smoke filled the room as they tried to navigate through. Jubal saw the first man, gun aimed to shoot, Jubal called for him to drop the weapon, but a sinister smile graced the mans face as he let off two shots in their directions, hitting no one. A swat member took him down with one shot to the chest, they continued on.

On the other side of the building Tiffany cuffed a man who tried to attack her with a welding torch. She had taken him down pretty quick and as she held up her phone to the man's face she confirmed she had just taken down Hank Anderson. Scola had taken another down, no name on him but he was seated next to Hank, hands cuffed behind his back, both of whom were throwing racial slurs towards Tiffany who simply ignored them. A few more rounds of gunfire went off, another man was shot but after that the swat team took down the rest of the offenders and cleared the house.

"Hey, you guys are gonna want to see this," a swat officer signaled them over to a side room. Walking in it was clear that this group was a violent one. Crates of gun and ammo, hate speech propaganda littered three of the four walls, the last one was the most concerning. Pictures of people, targets with names and addresses; Jubal pointed to the photo of OA on the wall that had been crossed out with a red marker.

"So, he was a target," Scola confirmed, "But for what?"

"A message maybe," Jubal offered, "Shooting a federal agent would certainly give them high credibility in their line of hate."

"I don't think that's it; we know another person on this board." Scola and Jubal looked at the board, trying to find the familiar face. Tiffany pointed to a picture of a woman, it was clearly a work photo, one she assumed they got off of the company website. "That is OA's girlfriend Mona, right?" Mona was pinned to the board with the words "that bitch lawyer" written under her as well as her law firm address.

"So, I don't want to, but I assume Mona is the primary target here, OA was maybe a warning sign for her?" Jubal grabbed his phone and rung up Isobel.

"Isobel, we are here in the welding company and there is a wall of targets including OA." Jubal snapped a picture and sent it to Isobel before continuing. "OA's girlfriend is on the wall too, Mona Nazari, have Kelly and Elise follow connections to the case. There was silence for only a moment as the team at the JOC quickly found the answer. Jubal put Isobel on speaker so that Tiffany and Scola could hear her.

"Repeat that, Isobel."

"Mona is the lawyer for the Ramos family, she is trying to hold Joe Hale on charges of first-degree murder, she is asking for life without parole."

"Did we get all the suspects accounted for," Jubal stopped a swat member to ask.

"All but two, Michael Howard and Jack Sullivan."

"We have to assume that Mona is our next target and according to this they will try at her law firm."

"We are clear across town in rush hour traffic and who knows how far ahead those two are."

"I know someone who is closer," Tiffany raised an eyebrow at her partner. "Now that we know the Zidans aren't the target, we could have Maggie go, send police over and try to stop the attack."

"It's our best bet," Jubal called into the phone. Isobel was silent for a moment before agreeing.

"I'll call Maggie, you three try to get there with swat as soon as you can, until then I will ask the nearest precinct to send patrol cars to assist with Maggie."

Hello All, thank you so much for all your support and wonderful comments about this story. I was so nervous to write it as I have never ventured into the FBI fanfiction. I hope that you like this chapter and I am so sorry it took so long, my computer is acting up so there may be greater spaces of time between updates, though I will try my best.