"Miss?" Agent Angus green eyes pierced into mine, snapping me out of my trance. "Uh, yeah." I rub my eyes. "Can I see some identification?" "Of course." He gave a small grin, causing the area around his eyes to crinkle. He then reached into his blazer pocket and pulled out a small black leather pouch.

Not breaking eye contact, I reached out and retrieved it, carefully turning it over. The old leather felt worn, and wilted. I flipped it open to reveal the I.D. card, and just below it, the shiny metal badge. Something was off about it, but I mentally shook myself and handed it back. Then I decided to study him. He was about 6'1, with the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. He has short dark brown hair that spiked near the front, and slight stubble.

"What about Big Friendly Giant over here?" I question pointing to the taller man, about 6'4. I locked eyes with him, and noticed that his eyes were hazel, he had long dark hair that was perfect for running your fingers through, just like the other man, and he has slight stubble. My heart fluttered, maybe even skipped a beat. Probably irritated from my BFG comment, he squared his jaw and looked away. Agent Angus nudged him.

"Go on, Agent." "Yup." Mimicking the other man's movements, he reached in and grabbed his badge, extending it out toward me.

After I finished checking out the badge, I handed it back and moved to the right.

"Come on in, gentlemen."

They entered the apartment slowly and after they were out of the way, I closed the door and locked it. I turn around and see the two agents waiting to be guided further. I motioned for them to follow, and we entered the lounge together. There were my friends sitting on the floor continuing their game. I cleared my throat. When their heads whipped up and they noticed the suits, the smiles quickly faded.

"Guys, these are FBI agents Angus and Young, and they're here to investigate what happened to Jason." My eyes darted down. "Are you okay?" Agent Young asked, putting a large hand on my shoulder. I turn and look up at him, no doubt with confusion in my eyes. I shook it off. "Fine. Now please, have a seat." I walked away, going to gather some chairs from the kitchen table.

"So have you guys made introductions yet?" I ask walking back out into the lounge.

My three friends stood up, and looked down at their feet nervously. I smirked and placed the chairs in front of the sofa. The two agents sat down in the wooden chairs, and us four scrunched together on the couch.

"Agents, this is my friend Caleb, and my roommates Piper and Heidi." They all gave small smiles, and waves. "Nice to meet you folks," Agent Angus said. "Now we need to get down to business."

I nodded slightly, bracing myself for whatever questions they were about to ask.

"We need to know who found the body first, the land lord said that the residents from this room where the ones to find the victim." "That was Kimi." Piper said, putting a reassuring arm around me. I smiled sadly at her, not looking up. "First of all, we're so sorry about what happened. Some questions that we ask may be uncomfortable, but we ask you to bear with us, okay?" Agent Young looked at me with really warm eyes. "Sure." "Did you notice anything strange?" "Strange? How?" Heidi asked. "Smells, weird sounds, power shortages?" Agent Angus leaned forward. "Wait, what does this have to do with Jason?" I ask looking up. "We're getting there." Agent Young said. "The power went out, and that's it." I snap. "Where did you get that?" Angus asked, reaching out toward my forehead. "Like I said, the power went out, so I slipped and fell." I said backing away from his touch. "Uh, sorry." He quickly retracted his hand. "Whatever." I say not looking at them. "Okay, so what did you see when you walked into Jason's apartment?"

Those sickly images of his cold dead eyes popped into my head, his mouth slightly parted, and blood. The blood that stained his walls, furniture, my hands and clothes as I ran up to him screaming. I called out his name, shook his shoulders. Doing anything that I could to try and wake him up. Of course I knew that nothing was going to work. I tried to cover the gaping slit in his neck with one hand, my other wandering down to his chest. The feel of his splintered rib poking my hand, I was surprised I didn't vomit.

"I saw…uh..I think..maybe…I..can't…I..uh.." I started, feeling the hot tears sting the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill over. "Kimi?" Agent Angus leaned in closer. "You need to help us out here." "Can't you see her trying? This only happened yesterday!" Piper raised her voice while wrapping her arms around me and pulling me close. "Please forgive my partner, Kim. He forgets to be thoughtful at times." The other agent reached out to touch my hand, sending hot flashes throughout my body. I shook my head. "It's okay, Piper. They're only doing their job." I pulled myself away. "Sure, but it doesn't give him an excuse to be a bitch." She glared at Agent Angus. "Piper! Don't be a jerk!" I gently shoved her. "Okay, obviously we're not getting anywhere, Agent Young. I believe we should leave." The taller agent nodded, and they both moved to stand up. "Wait!" I called out. "I can tell you what I saw." I shakily stood up. "Follow me out into the hallway, please?"

Piper, Heidi, and Caleb stood up, getting ready to follow. I shook my heads at them.

"You guys should stay here." I barely whispered out. They all gave me sympathetic looks, and smiles before they sat back down again.

Once the two agents and I exited the apartment, I turned to face them.

"You guys, you're going to think I'm crazy." I choked out. "Trust me, we've seen, lived with, and handled crazy. You should be fine." Agent Angus snorted. "Sorry about Piper, she's very protective of us. They've both been worrying about me like crazy." I squeezed my arms around myself. "Last night seemed so…different. I can't believe Jason is gone." My eyes shut, I was trying to force the tears to go back, I couldn't get lost in the water works so soon. "Hey, it's okay." Agent Young cooed, putting a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "Just tell us what you saw." I took a deep breath. "Okay, but just make sure they give me a comfortable straightjacket." I huffed out. "You'll be fine." I looked into his deep hazel eyes again, feeling my face getting hot. I looked away quickly. "Okay, so the power started to flicker last night, we were watching T.V., so we didn't think much of it." "Any weird smells, like sulfur? Or did anything sound like it was scratching at the wall? Sudden temperature changes?" the shorter gentleman asked. "I think it was a little colder, why?" I looked up at him. "Part of the procedure, please continue." "Then the power went out completely, so we played a game of noses to see who was going to check it out-" "Noses? Wouldn't rock, paper, scissors be a better way to figure that out?" "What? No. Anyway, I lost. They always took that advantage because I am a little bit slower when it comes to that game. I walked out into the kitchen to check the breaker box, see if maybe we blew a fuse. That wasn't the case, however, because no matter how many times I switched it, nothing happened. Then the strangest thing happened. I sounded like there was somebody behind me. I thought it was either Heidi or Piper coming to help me out, but when I called out they were still in the living room. I panicked, so I started across the room to get the flashlight out of the junk drawer. Something cold and smiley then grabbed my ankle and pulled. That's how I got this beauty mark." I said gesturing to my forehead. "What else happened?" Agent Young spoke up. "It started to drag me across the floor. I was screaming for help, and when my roommates got into the kitchen, the lights were back on and whatever had me was gone. They helped me up, and tended to me, seeing if anything was broken, or bleeding severely. I couldn't tell them what happened, they would definitely taken me to go get checked into a psych ward." "What about after that?" Agent Young continued. His eyes filled with concern and interest. "Then," I stopped, closed my eyes and took a deep breath, "Then we heard Jason scream. I bolted down the hall, but when I went to open the door, it was locked. I asked if one of them had a bobby pin, or a paper clip so I could pick the lock. I-" "Wait," Agent Angus came back, "You mean to tell me that you picked the lock, and broke into his room?" "Yeah? So what? Sue me." Agent Young tried to hide the grin that was appearing on his face. Agent Angus looked away with an amused expression. "Anyway, once the lock was picked, I opened the door. The window was open, letting air that felt deathly cold into the room. When I looked down, I-" I took a trembled breath. Both of the agents put reassuring hands on my shoulders. "Jason was lying there. His throat slit, and his chest ripped open. There was blood, everywhere. I can still (gasping breath) feel it (breath) on my hands. H-his ribs were p-poking out of his chest. And the fucking s-sickos that killed him…t-took his heart! What the hell k-kind of person does that." I flung myself into the taller man, wrapping my arms around him. Sobbing grossly. He hesitated at first, but them welcomed me, and squeezed me back. "I-I miss him. P-please tell me y-you can help us." I cried into his suit. "Don't worry, Kimi." He talked down to me, his breath moving my hair slightly. "We'll take care of this." I pull myself out of his arms, my face flushed. I wiped my runny nose with the back of my sleeve. "Sorry about that." I sniffled, not looking up. "It's okay. You're hurting. It's only normal to react this way." He smiled gently. "Thank you, so much." I returned the smile.

Agent Angus tapped my shoulder, and I turned around. He was holding out two small square pieces of paper.

"Use these numbers to get ahold of me and my partner. And we'll call you if we have any further questions."

I take that cards, turning them over. I nodded at them, and they went on their way. When I went back into the room, Heidi ran over to the door.

"Hey! One of them dropped their badge." She said, holding it up. I grabbed it. "I'll go return it to them." She nodded, and shut the door behind me.

I sprinted down the hallway, and stopped briefly at the elevator. Not enough time. I thought as I ran toward the stair well. Thank goodness we only lived on the second floor. I turned toward the exit, and noticed them just walking out of it. Since they were in sight, I lightly jogged out the door. I stopped, getting ready to call out to them when I heard them talk.

"So Sammy, what do you think we have?" Agent Angus asked. "Whatever killed Jason, I think it was a werewolf. It fits the bill. No heart? Window left open? What about what was in the girl's apartment?" Sammy replied. "Ghouls, vengeful spirits, demons?" "Dean, it couldn't have been a demon. She didn't see or smell anything like sulfur." "Fine, then we'll look into the other two. Jeesh." "And if you're going to pass for an FBI agent, you need to come up with more original names, and be a little more sensitive when asking them questions. That girl looked smart enough that should have figured out that the ID's were fake." "Does Sammy have feelings?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows. "Dude, grow up." He gave his friend a sassy look.

The both walked up to a shiny black 67' Chevy Impala, I had to keep myself from drooling. It was a beautiful car. No matter who the phonies were that were riding it around. I decided to keep it to myself right now, and confront them later. So I run up to the 'agents' before they could get into the car.

"Agents!" I shouted, making them turn around. "Something wrong?" 'Agent Young' asked "No, one of you guys just left your badge in the lounge. No biggie" I smiled "Perfect, thank you so much. Sorry about the trouble." "No worries. Have a good afternoon, gentlemen." I gave a small wave and turned around, walking quickly back to the building.

Once I was inside, I ran into the elevator and pressed the silver 2. About halfway up, I pressed the emergency stop button, and leaned my head against the cool metal door. What the hell? I thought, Demons, ghosts, freaking WEREWOLVES?! None of this makes sense! And they're not real FBI agents, so who the hell are they? No wonder why something wasn't right about their badges, the ID numbers were slightly more to the left, and they were fuzzy. Common mistakes for fake IDs. Dammit, I can't believe I missed them. I'm going to have to call them later. Figure out what the hell they want, and why they're so interested in Jason's murder.

I sighed heavily, and pressed the button again, so the elevator was moving once again.

There's something off about those two, and I'm determined to figure it out.

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