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Classified
“I don’t see what the issue is, Agent Andersen. You have everything you need.”
“No, I don’t,” Jill said in as even a tone as she could muster. Getting angry at the Chicago FBI Director probably wouldn’t go a long way to getting the agent what she needed. Hell, it might get her fired. “The file you gave me only tells me everything I already know – cause I saw the media reports and I read the articles.”
Maureen Sanders sat back in her leather chair, interlocking her fingers along her midsection. Her chewed on her lower lip the way she always did when she mulled things over, her green eyes narrowing. Short blond locks framed her pale face and her narrow gaze eventually shifted to the window to her left.
Her eyes eventually made their way back to Jill. “And you don’t think you can do what we need you to do without more,” she posited. “You realize the rest is classified.”
“And why don’t I have the clearance?” Jill wondered, sitting up a little straighter. “I’m a member of the FBI, Maureen. Shouldn’t I have the same access as the other agents who might be monitoring the situation?”
There was a hint of desperation in Jill’s eyes, even though she was trying her best to hide it. She really didn’t want to seem desperate to Maureen, but the fact was, with the information she had now, there was no way Jill could do her job properly. And considering the agent actually wanted to do her job nowadays, she wanted to get every advantage she could.
Even if that meant pushing for classified intelligence.
Maureen leaned forward, resting her elbows on what seemed to be an inordinately shiny desk. Seriously, Jill thought she could see her reflection in the wood. “You know I have to go through certain channels to get this,” she said. “I can’t just hand you a folder with ‘Classified’ written on it and let you be on your merry way.”
Jill glanced down at her hands for a moment, wishing her job didn’t have so much red tape. That was one thing about Wolfram & Hart; if Jill wanted something, she just got it regardless of the consequences or the complications. But now, with the FBI, there were channels and waiting periods and people who directed you to people who directed you to people who directed you to people who ever lucky if they could deliver a pizza without blowing up the entire planet.
“I know,” she said. “I realize it’ll take some time and a formal request will have to be filled out. But I don’t care.”
If Jill didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn she saw the edges of Maureen’s mouth twitch into a smile. The agent took in a deep breath to calm her screaming nerves, refusing to tear her gaze away from the director. Jill was not going to back down from this, whether Washington said yes or no.
“Well,” Maureen said, “I appreciate your vigor. Normally, I tell an agent something’s classified, they slink on back to their office and make do with what they have.
“I can see why Wolfram & Hart liked you so much.”
Jill visibly cringed, standing and placing her notepad back into her briefcase. She pulled her black ponytail over her shoulder again, shaking her head. “Please, Maureen,” she said, trying to hide her irritation, “don’t bring them up again. At least, not on a personal level.”
Maureen gave a nod and stood as well, smoothing over her business coat. “My apologies,” she said. “I’ll file the request after lunch. We should hear back in about three to five days.”
“Thank you,” Jill said with a smile.
“In the meantime,” the director suggested, “why not take a few days to yourself? You’ve been working almost day-and-night the past few weeks. You can come back once we hear about the request.”
The agent gave a soft smile, offering a single nod. “Thank you, Maureen,” she said.
As she walked back to her own office, Jill couldn’t hide the smile from her face. Sure, there was a chance Washington would deny their request to grant Jill access to the classified file, the fact that she was given a short vacation of sorts was a welcome surprise. Jill didn’t know what she’d do with her time off, but she looked forward to finding out.
And with any luck, the agent would be able to actually do her job when she returned.
[NPC Maureen Sanders was written by Jeff.]
“I don’t see what the issue is, Agent Andersen. You have everything you need.”
“No, I don’t,” Jill said in as even a tone as she could muster. Getting angry at the Chicago FBI Director probably wouldn’t go a long way to getting the agent what she needed. Hell, it might get her fired. “The file you gave me only tells me everything I already know – cause I saw the media reports and I read the articles.”
Maureen Sanders sat back in her leather chair, interlocking her fingers along her midsection. Her chewed on her lower lip the way she always did when she mulled things over, her green eyes narrowing. Short blond locks framed her pale face and her narrow gaze eventually shifted to the window to her left.
Her eyes eventually made their way back to Jill. “And you don’t think you can do what we need you to do without more,” she posited. “You realize the rest is classified.”
“And why don’t I have the clearance?” Jill wondered, sitting up a little straighter. “I’m a member of the FBI, Maureen. Shouldn’t I have the same access as the other agents who might be monitoring the situation?”
There was a hint of desperation in Jill’s eyes, even though she was trying her best to hide it. She really didn’t want to seem desperate to Maureen, but the fact was, with the information she had now, there was no way Jill could do her job properly. And considering the agent actually wanted to do her job nowadays, she wanted to get every advantage she could.
Even if that meant pushing for classified intelligence.
Maureen leaned forward, resting her elbows on what seemed to be an inordinately shiny desk. Seriously, Jill thought she could see her reflection in the wood. “You know I have to go through certain channels to get this,” she said. “I can’t just hand you a folder with ‘Classified’ written on it and let you be on your merry way.”
Jill glanced down at her hands for a moment, wishing her job didn’t have so much red tape. That was one thing about Wolfram & Hart; if Jill wanted something, she just got it regardless of the consequences or the complications. But now, with the FBI, there were channels and waiting periods and people who directed you to people who directed you to people who directed you to people who ever lucky if they could deliver a pizza without blowing up the entire planet.
“I know,” she said. “I realize it’ll take some time and a formal request will have to be filled out. But I don’t care.”
If Jill didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn she saw the edges of Maureen’s mouth twitch into a smile. The agent took in a deep breath to calm her screaming nerves, refusing to tear her gaze away from the director. Jill was not going to back down from this, whether Washington said yes or no.
“Well,” Maureen said, “I appreciate your vigor. Normally, I tell an agent something’s classified, they slink on back to their office and make do with what they have.
“I can see why Wolfram & Hart liked you so much.”
Jill visibly cringed, standing and placing her notepad back into her briefcase. She pulled her black ponytail over her shoulder again, shaking her head. “Please, Maureen,” she said, trying to hide her irritation, “don’t bring them up again. At least, not on a personal level.”
Maureen gave a nod and stood as well, smoothing over her business coat. “My apologies,” she said. “I’ll file the request after lunch. We should hear back in about three to five days.”
“Thank you,” Jill said with a smile.
“In the meantime,” the director suggested, “why not take a few days to yourself? You’ve been working almost day-and-night the past few weeks. You can come back once we hear about the request.”
The agent gave a soft smile, offering a single nod. “Thank you, Maureen,” she said.
As she walked back to her own office, Jill couldn’t hide the smile from her face. Sure, there was a chance Washington would deny their request to grant Jill access to the classified file, the fact that she was given a short vacation of sorts was a welcome surprise. Jill didn’t know what she’d do with her time off, but she looked forward to finding out.
And with any luck, the agent would be able to actually do her job when she returned.
[NPC Maureen Sanders was written by Jeff.]