Jaser did not like Thomas Hickey. The minute Charles lead her into the office space she was expected to share with him, she noted two things about him. According to his side of the connected desks, which was hardly seeable over all the moldy coffee mugs and loose papers, he was an absolute slob. And according to the way he dressed, he was a rebel. FBI was a three piece suit job, jacket, slacks, and tie. But Tom wore a pair of everyday dark jeans, a white dress shirt, and a suit jacket that had clearly seen better days.

Charles cleared his throat, and Tom gave him a half hearted raised eyebrow. He didn't even bother to take his feet off his desk, "What? If it's about that Melvin case, forget it." Strange accent.

Charles didn't bother to hide his contempt for the man, "I came by to introduce you to your new partner, and to make you aware if you scare this one off, I'll make it my personal mission to have you fired."

Thomas just laughed, "And that's got a snowballs chance in hell. Director ain't gonna fire his best field agent. Especially since my career has done wonders for his." Now Jaser could pinpoint the accent, Brooklyn, not overly heavy, but the tone was definitely there.

Charles shook his head, and Jaser could tell these men had a long, rough, disagreeable history. Charles left, mumbling a quick good luck to Jaser. Thomas just turned back to his file, not even looking at her.

So she sat down in her desk, wasting no time in setting up her laptop and connecting to the FBI wifi. Using her new security codes, she went through the files on Thomas Hickey. Turns out he had quite the reputation for not looking before leaping. He's spent a considerable amount of his three year career as an FBI field agent in the hospital for various medical issues. And by medical issues, she meant bullet wounds, stab wounds, head trauma, and broken bones. Reports indicated all of the injuries could be traced back to him getting physical with suspects instead of reasoning with them.

So now she had a partner who was going to end up in a body bag.

Hopefully Connor was having a better day.

A file thrown over the mess on Hickey's desk, right onto her laptop keyboard jolted her out of her thoughts. "Best get familiar with that case. I'm taking him to court."

Jaser opened it quickly, eager for her first case. But after reading half of the first page she felt her inner smile start to slip away. "Uh… human trafficking?"

"I got the bastard on eight counts of it." Tom grinned. "And three of rape."

"Where are the victims?" Jaser asked quietly, as she stared at the three female names.

"Getting their affairs taken care of." He answered, standing up and straightening his tie. "They all wanted to get back to their families as soon as possible. Charles took care of it."

"Are they testifying?" Jaser asked.

"Nope." Tom said, "To scared of the bastard."

"Then we'll have to drop the rape, just get him for trafficing."

Tom locked eyes with her, "No, we aren't letting him get away with rape."

He bent down to re-tie his shoe, and Jaser frowned, "If they won't testify, then I won't have a case against him. Not for Rape at least. Get at least one of them on the stand, and I can do it."

He stood up again, "They won't. They're to scared, and I won't force them. But I ain't gonna let him slipp away on rape charges-"

"He won't slip away." Jaser said firmly, "I can lock him up for life on these charges. He was found with ten soon to be slaves. I can put him away for ten life sentences, or I can go for a plea with him, have it dropped down to five years per victim. Which do you want to do?"

And suddenly, Tom was in her face, "Look, I don't know why the hell they'd put you with me, cause I'm gonna tell ya, first impression of you, I hate you. We don't make deals with trash like this."

"I was only telling you our options."

"And you'll keep the rape charge on there." Tom said forcefully.

Jaser grit her teeth, "Without a witness, I have no case-"

"You have the medica records! The same sperm was found in all three girls, and now each and every one of them is infected with HIV! So you're gonna make sure when his ass gets thrown in jail, everyone there knows what he did. Got it?"

"We don't have a sample of his sperm to compare to the samples found on the victims, we can't prove it's his. The defence lawyer will say they could have been raped by one of the male prisoners."

"That's ridiculous!"

"It's reasonable doubt!" Jaser hissed.

Tom strode past her, yanking his office door open, "If you can't do this simple case, then maybe you should find another job!"

"I can get him in jail!" Jaser defenced as she followed him out the door, "I can keep him there until he dies!"

"Then make sure he's in there, after the whole world knows what he did wrong to those women." Tom bit out.

Jaser grabbed his arm, stopping him from walking past her, "Tell you what, you get me a witness, I'll get a warrant for his sperm."

Tom seemed to get even more pissed, "They. Won't. Talk!"

Charles just seemed to pop up out of no where, "Good God. Not already."

Jaser nearly had a stroke. How often did Tom do this!? Maybe that's why he scared so many partners away?

"Just making sure she knows how to do her own job." Tom growled, and stalked away.

Charles rolled his eyes, "Ignore him. I do."

"He's my partner, I can't."

He sighed, "I can try and see if I could pair you up with someone else. Didn't you already have someone in mind?"

"My brother." She admitted, "But he just started."

"Give me six months, working with Hickey." Charles urged, "After that, there should be no reason why I can't put you with him. What is his name?"

"Connor Ratonhnhaké:ton Chee."

"... Could you spell that for me?"

Jaser cracked a grin, "I'll write it down."

She scribbled it down on a nearby piece of paper, and Charles stared at it, "That's a very... interesting name."

"We get that a lot."

"While your name might not be common, it's at least pronouncable!"

She grinned, "My full name is Jaser Kaneonuskatew Chee."

Charles sighed, "I see."

Jaser nodded, "Right, so can you just point out where I can find the paperwork for a warrant?"

Charles nodded, "I was going to have more common documents delivered to your office, but I suppose I'm a bit late on that. Might I ask, is the warrant reguarding the human trafficing case that Tom tried to take to court himself?"

"Himself?" Jaser frowned, "You mean, no lawyer, just him?"

Charles nodded, "Don't worry, I put his crazy idea to rest immediatly. For one thing, it would be illegal, for another, he has no experiance in law. But that's Tom for you, he figured it was an open and shut case."

"Isn't it?" Jaser asked as Charles began to lead her down the halls in search of the documents.

"It was, until the bastard found a defence attorney who actually took his case." Charles said, obviouse resentment in his voice.

"So?"

"This particular defence attorney has a history of keeping obviousley guilty people out of jail." Charles explained. "I've had several run ins with him in court."

"How'd they turn out?"

"I lost every one." Charles admitted, stopping at a storage closet, and opening it. "He's damn frustrating. All the facts point to the suspect, but he encourages reasonable doubt, playes the suspect off as a family man, a devoted son, whatever he needs, and gets the jury sympathetic."

"What's his name?" Jaser asked as she took a few copies of blank warrants.

"His real name is Archibald Reagan, but his case history has earned him to nickname Achilies."

"Achilies?"

"He finds the jury's Achilies heel, and exploits it." Charles said, closing the closet. "Most field agents don't like working with him, they want to put monsters in prison, not keep them out of it."

He gave her a smile, "Good like on your case. And remember, just get through six months, by then you and your brother will both have enough experiance to be paired together."

Jaser nodded, "Thank you Charles."

She just needed to grit her teeth and clench her fists for six months.