Detective Agency Bsd Novels & Stories

It was chilly Monday morning and headquarters was filled with a lot of officers, hailing from different Intelligence and Crime Divisions, a sign that this would be a hectic day for all the officers and agents. Lance, the best Agent at NBCI, a short form of the famous National Bureau of Crime Investigation strode across the lobby, receiving greetings from colleagues and admirers as he headed to his office, feeling a sense of pride.

“Oh no, it’s okay. I was thinking of stopping to get something for lunch anyways. You go ahead.” He gives her a smile before heading towards the front door grabbing his coat from the rack. “See you at dinner. Love you.” “You, too. Bye.” she replies as she takes the last bite of her muffin. She stands up and makes her way to the sink to wash her hands. Something felt off. She couldn’t shake this feeling of nervousness. It was just another day. What did she have to be nervous for? She shakes her head and makes her way to the front door. She grabs her keys and slips on her coat. The morning flew by. It was tough, but Elizabeth got her confession. Only took her an hour. A new personal record she

Against my better judgment, I answered. "Mrs. Nott." A woman's voice. Professional. Calm. "This is Agent Sarah Park, FBI. I'm calling about Gregory Shaw and Salvatore Benedetti. I believe you have information that could be valuable to an ongoing investigation. We need to meet. Tonight. Your safety and your daughter's safety depend on it." "How do I know you're really FBI?"

I hope I see her again. -Agent K. 19/1/2018 I know her name. Ayrin Moors. She's an agent who works for the same organisation as me. I met her at the office today. She approached me this time and I would have laughed at myself because I didn't know how to react as she introduced herself. All I could think about was how sweet and beautiful she looked. Her sea blue eyes were all I could focus on. She had turned me into a teenager with just a soft quirk of her lips. I still don't know what's happening to me. She also told me about how she remembered seeing me in the coffee house and that she's working on the same case as mine. What's worse is that she believes there is a werewolf pack involved w

one of my co-workers said. Officer Rankin, Officer Douglas, and their assistants walk out of their offices and splashed a huge smile on their faces. It's as if something miraculous happened for the first time. "You're here!" Officer Rankin walk towards the man, offering him a handshake. I turn my chair to see them closer but they remain blocked by the plant in front of me. I sighed in disappointment. Officer Douglas follows them and offered his hand, too. "Detective Clayton Jones." He formed a warm smile. "Welcome to The Detective Tag firm, the L.A. branch."

Sighing, I grabbed the device off the nightstand and frowned when I saw that it was an unknown international number, an American number to be precise. Apart from Mrs Duncan, I didn't know anyone there, plus the old lady's number was saved on my phone. I decided against answering the unknown number and rejected the call. I was about to block the number when my phone started ringing again, and without thinking, I answered the call and placed it to my ear. “Am I onto Miss Allison Wallace?” A man's voice boomed from the other end. “Yes?” My voice was laden with confusion. “Who is this?” “Good day, Miss Wallace, my name is Stephen Aguilar, and I'm a detective at the New York police department,” H

Detective Kelvin said, adjusting his chair. "Well, I would support the police and we will all work together to get justice and the truth must prevail." Agent Richard said. "But this is a high-profile case, it's not like the regular ones." Detective Kelvin said, with a tone of worry in his voice. "Detective Kelvin, you are a police officer. I'm an agent working for the Federal Bureau of Intelligence (FBI). We are the domestic intelligence and security services for the United States. We are known for investigating cybercrimes, terrorism, murders of high-profile cases and so on and so forth.

"Yes, who is this?" "This is Detective Sarah with the Sacramento Police Department. We need you to come down to the station immediately. You're being investigated for fraud and prostitution."

She didn't think she would sleep after what happened, but she barely remembered getting in the house, let alone to the couch or falling asleep. Chloe picked up the business card and studied it. It had an embossed badge in the corner and underneath the letters GPD. It looked like a badge. She hadn't seen him wearing a badge, although she had been trying very hard to avert her eyes away from his person for fear that some animal instinct would take over her body. She read the card, Liam N Johnson, Detective Criminal Investigation Division.

But she kept on forgetting it. It was my turn to growl as Aela asked, “You’re a detective?” Dunbar dipped her chin. “Of a sort. I’m an agent with the FBI. I’ve been keeping an eye on you.”