Protecting an Angel

Whoa, I bet you all thought I'd disappeared, didn't you? It's been an amazingly and stupidly long 6 months since I've written anything for Fan Fiction. Which is a shame. But, I've had a terrible 6 months to be honest... I was diagnosed with Leukaemia in Mid-February. The past few months have been hell, I've undergone an intense and horrible course of Chemotherapy which completely destroyed me and all of my life, it's been absolutely terrible. But, two months ago, I received the wonderful news that every cancer patient hopes to hear, I was in remission! The two months after were mainly about me trying to get my life back on track and my health up to standard. I hope I don't sound too whiny or anything, but I thought you deserved to know the truth... Also, I would like to say thank you to all your support over the past months, they meant an awful lot to me. I would also like to say thank you to Skyfighter, who pm'd me saying you all missed me, I missed you all too... I have LOTS to catch up on, don't I? Anyway, Class may or may not be updated, depends on if I get my muse back or not... Oh, I don't own friends either...

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The smell of tobacco and strong masculine aftershave polluted the stale atmosphere in the large bustling office. A murky grey fog of cigarette and cigar smoke clung to the tangible air beneath the dull flickering yellow lights which hung low on the cream coloured ceiling. The industrial white blinds where half-closed, slithers of yellow morning daylight flitted through the gaps onto the dark oak wood interior. The off-white walls were littered with bulletins, timetables and most wanted posters, mismatching dark wood desks were piled high with paperwork and coloured folders, old computers stood on the desks in amongst the chaos of the work. At the very back of the room, around 20 or so smartly dressed men resided, notebooks out as they waited eagerly for their assignments.

In the midst of all the suited men stood a fair-haired 27 year-old man by the name of Chandler Bing, the newest addition to the office. He waited by the doorway, smiling at the sight before him. He loved his job.

A few years ago though, Chandler despised his job with a passion, he worked as a Date Processor in a corporate company in New York until is sudden and unexpected quitting when he reached 25, not wanting to spend his entire adult life in an office inputting numbers into a computer, he decided to join the NYPD, a move that shocked both himself and his friends and family. It became clear within a few months though, that Chandler did not only just love this job, but he was rather good at it to. After only a year as an officer, Chandler was moved into a smaller office downtown New York, working alongside the FBI in the witness protection program.

All the men were waiting outside their boss, Henry's, gloomy office, waiting for their next assignments with eagerness. Bags were packed behind them with all their essentials, guns were armed and cars full of fuel, all the officers stood with high expectations, hoping to be given a decent case.

All breaths were held as Henry walked into the room, Chandler stood up straighter, as did the other men.

"Bing" Henry said, beckoning them forward. Chandler grinned and followed his boss into the stuffy little office. Henry's office was lacking in organisation even more so then the rest of the workplace, paperwork and files strewn the rooms, filing cabinets lined an entire wall and were struggling to fit all the paper into them.

"What you got for me Boss?" Chandler

Henry dropped a dark blue paper envelope onto the desk and pushed it towards him. Perching on the edge of the cramped desk, Chandler flipped it open and began reading. His brow furrowed.

"Boss, are you sure?" Chandler said, reading the extensive list "this seems pretty high profile, I-I'm still new"

"Bing, I wouldn't give this to you if I didn't think you were capable" Henry said, his old grey-blue eyes twinkling slightly. He liked Chandler; he was good at his job.

"Okay" Chandler nodded, swallowing slightly as he read the black ink printed on the thin white paper of his newest assignment.

"You leave in an hour" Henry said, patting Chandler's shoulder and allowing him to read. The case looked simple enough, a woman catching her husband in major drug scandal and needs to lie low until the gang is arrested and divorce is finalised. He sighed, turning over the page and looking at the woman's profile. A small photo of her was at the top, she was a pretty young woman, dark raven hair that flowed to her shoulders, perfect pale white skin and piercing bright blue eyes. He smiled; maybe these two weeks wouldn't be too bad after all...

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Chandler pulled up in front of a large, grand suburban house in Long Island little over an hour later. His body a bundle of nerves. He took one last fleeting look at his brief before heading off up the gravel driveway. He knocked the door firmly, feeling his palms sweat in anticipation.

Seconds later though, a young woman opened the door, his breath caught in his throat. A deep purple bruise encircled her left eye, causing the skin around it to swell; her bottom lip was slightly swollen too. She offered a small feeble smile as Chandler mechanically flashed his badge at her.

"Hi, I'm officer Chandler Bing" Chandler said, raising his hand to shake hers. She looked at it questioningly, as if she was scared before timidly shaking his hand.

"I'm Monica" she said quietly, moving aside to let him into the house.

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So, what are your views? I know that this is a very short chapter... But, I wanted to see if there was any interest for this soft of thing. Let me know please! :)