Fbi Fanfic Novels & Stories

she shrugged, but I noticed she was watching my hands on the keyboard a little too closely. "It’s more than just tax evasion, Selene, because the amounts are too specific and they don't match the luxury lifestyle Riley lives, and it almost looks like someone else has been looking out for him from the shadows for twenty-five years," I explained, and I opened a secure line to Fantine’s burner phone because she needed to know this before she spent another minute with that boy. "You should let me look at that, I might recognize some of those names from the old pack records Father made us study," Selene offered, walking over to stand right behind my chair, and I could smell the faint scent of her

“Which means we might need someone inside the FBI. Just to be sure.” “I’ve already got someone,” Fernando cut in smoothly, exhaling smoke through his mouth. “Daniel Flair. He's a new FBI agent, maybe two years into it. He's young and sloppy, but he's eager to please. I can ask him to find out what he knows about Rosa.” I gave a short nod. “Do that, but be discreet about it.” I let that settle before shifting the conversation. “There’s a second matter,” I said. “And it’s worse.”

“Fuck off, Booker.” “Her brother’s FBI, her best friend’s husband is FBI.” He raised an eyebrow. “She’s protected.” “Fuck. Off.” Booker smirked. “Just so we’re clear.” I scowled again. “Fuck you.” Booker nodded. “We’re clear.”

It's not her hands I want trailing across my body, even if it was fun to pretend for a while. With a sigh, I tug the shirt down and straighten. My stitches stretch with every movement, serving as a constant reminder my little brother chose a woman he'd only known a few months over me. An FBI agent. I didn't think Nolan had a clue about Beatrice until we were face-to-face in our warehouse, and then it was pretty fucking clear he understood who Beatrice was and what she'd been doing.

I had been right there when she was whisked away and I had failed so I could hardly point fingers at others. But, I was determined to make it up to my sister. And, I was going to fight this rogue no matter how powerful he was. That was a promise I was going to keep no matter what. Author's note: What do you all think is Garcia playing at? What does she really want from Hayden? Is she trustworthy enough? Let's unfold the mystery in the coming few chapters.

“The one I was talking to when you pullled me away like he was a disease.” “Ahhh! Enjoyed your time with him? You were laughing quite a bit. Wanna fuck him?” Aslan's anger was back, and she could see his eyes turning red. “And how could you let me be happy, right? So you swept me off my feet. And now you deftly dodged the question.” “What are you? FBI. The less you know, the better it is.” He spoke with disdain while sweeping his hair that were falling on his forehead.

Sometimes, you get hurt, other times someone dies and you have to mourn them and most of the time, you do work that ain’t expected of an FBI agent. But what can one do? When the commissioner of police and the boss of the FBI were both best friends, that means they might use each other’s help in search of criminals. Sometimes, they even catch criminals meant for the police and vice versa. It works that way. Stepping out of the plane were Bree and Giana. They rolled their suitcases through the floor, making their way to the car that awaited them. Both girls had their eyeglasses on, long fur coats shielding them from the cold as they strode to the car, their heels clicking at each step they too

After the little squabble, they ordered their favorite Russian vodka, as they shared how the week had gone. 'How’s your little affair with FBI guy going?’ Sydney asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.With eyes as wide as saucers and a blush dusting her cheeks, Clarissa lifted her glass to her lips before answering slowly, ‘There’s nothing going on with the both of us. He’s just a supportive and friendly FBI guy. Nothing more.’ ‘But, the park date can’t just be a nothing.’ ‘Oh no, you don’t. you stalking me now, huh?’ Clarissa asked a bit defiantly.

Thursday. FBI Offices, New York City, NY. JAMIE KEPT HIS HANDS in his pockets as the team and Tabby walked into the FBI offices. He wanted to hold Tabby's hand, to be close to her. But they were adhering to the rule about waiting until this was over. At least to be publicly out about whatever it was they were doing. She'd told him things, private, serious things. That meant something, didn't it? He wanted it to, which made it hard to be rational about their situation.

This is me seat inside his house and I ran all the way here, sat here and even slept off, his guards and security kept opening the door for me, he just have called them to inform them of my arrival. “I knew you would have something to say and that’s why you are here, you wouldn’t be able to sit inside my house if I didn’t let you.” His cold voice stabbed me severally, I staggered back and almost fell like a retarded person again. I'm acting like a child and I don’t like this. “I’m FIBI and I’m one of his girls, I don’t know if I should categorise you as one of us because your case is somewhat different.”