A/N - w00t! third in the series. i don't own DP, but i do own all OC's in this.
okay, i'm a little unsure about this one. i decided i didn't like the old team. well, i've been planning on this for a while, but i didn't think i'd do it so soon. sorry if anyone doesn't like!!! (btw, this babbling A/N will make more sense after you've actually READ the fic O.o)
okay, just so you know - i dont watch CSI or anything like that, and my knowledge of crimes and the FBI is INCREDIBLY limited (i make up most of it and hope it makes sense). if you notice a mistake (or something that is just complete nonsense) please tell me so i can fix it, cause there is no way i would know, otherwise :p
anyway...on with 'Secrets'...
One: Unit 189
"Good morning," Sam said, walking over to her desk and slinging her bag onto her chair. She checked her phone for messages, and then sat on her bag. She squawked, leaping up, then chuckled as she set her bag on the ground. She was just about to sit down again when Jake approached her, looking solemn.
"Sam," she glanced up at him. "You have to go upstairs. They want to see you."
"Oh," Sam said, surprised. She rose, and started walking, before stopping and turning back to Jake. "Do you know why?"
He just shrugged, and she turned once more to the door. She walked to the elevator, pressing the button for the twentieth floor, knowing that that was what Jake had meant when he said 'upstairs'. Was she in trouble?
Already?
The elevator doors opened fourteen floors later and Sarah Herman stood before her, a file clasped under her arm.
"Samantha," she greeted, holding out her hand. Sam shook it as she exited the elevator.
"Ms Herman," Sam replied, a little nervous. The two women turned and Sam followed the older woman along a series of corridors. They eventually stopped outside a large brown door. Sam turned to the woman who had got her the job at the FBI in the first place.
"Um, why am I here?"
"You'll find out in a moment."
Oh, thank you. How helpful.
Sarah pushed open the door. The room had one long table in the center, around which sat twelve men and women at regular intervals. There were two empty seats – one two from the end on the right, and one at the end. Sarah motioned Sam to that chair, and Sam walked over and sat in it as Sarah seated herself in the other empty seat.
A balding man with a grey moustache spoke first. "Samantha Manson." Sam could not tell whether it was a question or a statement, so she just nodded vaguely.
"Are you recovering well?" A woman asked. She had blonde hair, but with serious brown roots.
Sam unconsciously touched her throat with the tips of her fingers. It had been three days since the incident on the bridge, and all that was left were some unattractive yellow bruises.
But Sam could still sometimes feel the huge hand of Dalton Fisk crushing down on her neck.
"Yes," she replied after a few seconds of delay.
"Good, good," the woman said, turning back to a file in front of her. Sam looked around and noticed that they all had these identical files. She peered at the file before the man next to her, and saw with a small start that it was a file on her.
What's going on?
"Sorry, but, could you tell me why I'm here?"
They all looked at her questioning face.
"We're promoting you," a man with ginger, gelled hair informed her.
Her eyes widened. Already?
"Oh."
"Now we are aware that you have only been here, what is it, two weeks? But we are quite impressed with your talents. We know that in the two cases your unit has solved so far, you have been the mastermind."
"We believe you are worthy of a better unit."
"Would you like to move?"
Sam's head snapped from person to person as they spoke all over the table. Promoted? So soon? She was proud of herself, but still very reluctant.
"I would have to leave my current unit?"
"For a better one."
She pursed her lips. She was getting rather fond of her unit. Well, was she? Jake annoyed her, Mick was a little passive. No. They were all passive, really. And she liked Jennie but…argh the woman was so – perky! And she was getting a little tired of always having to take charge. Some initiative would be nice.
A new unit. A better unit.
"Well," one man said, looking bored at her indecision. "You have no choice. We are promoting you to Unit 189, and that's it." He snapped shut his file and stood, followed by the rest of the people in the room. "Good luck Miss Manson."
Sam stood, slowly, and nodded her thanks towards the man.
As she walked out into the hallway, she was in a semi-daze. She didn't wake up until she smacked right into the elevator doors. She pushed the button, muttering crossly against the lift. This was really weird. She couldn't believe she was being promoted, so soon.
She reentered Unit 615's office, a little shaken up, but gradually getting more and more excited for the new start. She packed up her desk under the watchful eyes of Mick and Keith. They had told her that they had been informed of her promotion while she had been gone.
She finished gathering all her things (it didn't take very long), and then turned to face the two men. Mick enveloped her in a hug, and as soon as he stepped back, Keith did the same.
"Good luck, Sam," Mick said, grinning sadly.
She smiled at him. "Thanks Mick. Bye Keith."
She waved goodbye to Jake and Alex, who were sitting at their cubicles, looking stony. Alex gave her the barest wave back, but Jake ignored her completely. She turned up her nose at the insufferable man and turned to open the door, for the last time.
But suddenly the door was flung open before her, very nearly taking off her nose, and a distraught-looking Jennie clasped Sam in a fierce bear hug.
"Oh Sam!" She cried. "What am I going to do without you?"
Sam smiled, peeling the woman off of her after a few moments of the hug. "Bye Jennie." Jennie smiled tearfully.
"Bye-bye Sam," Jennie said.
"I'm sorry I didn't get to know you guys better."
"Hey, not your fault, right?" Jennie attempted a brave face. "You deserve it, Sam. Good luck. We'll miss you, so much."
A snort came from Jake's direction. Jennie did not even turn to see him as she spoke again.
"Especially Jake."
Sam stood outside her new office, looking at the silver letters and numbers on the door. Unit 189. My new team.
She breathed in deeply, and pushed open the door. Four heads bobbed up from inside their cubicles. Two women and two men. One of the women stood and hopped over to Sam.
"Hi!" she greeted boisterously. "You must be Samantha! It's nice to finally meet you – welcome to our unit! Well, I suppose I should say, 'your unit'!"
Sam was a little taken aback at the woman's energy, especially considering the less than enthusiastic greeting she had received last time.
"Uh, hi, yeah I'm Sam Manson. Nice to meet you."
The woman shook her head eagerly, her auburn hair bouncing around almost as excitedly as she was. "I'm Marilyn Turner, your new teammate. Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the team!"
She took Sam by the hand and led her over to the cubicles in the middle of the room. She pointed to a seemingly floating head as she said each of their names, and each one of them stood to shake Sam's hand with a smile, or a even a grin.
"This is Maria Scott," Marilyn introduced a brunette with rimless glasses and an immaculate suit. Sam could tell from her tone that she did not exactly favor the woman. "Tony Matthews," an African-American man wearing a red shirt with the sleeves rolled up. "And Edward Price." The last man was older than the rest of them, with silvering brown hair and a wide grin.
"It's great to meet you all," Sam said, pleased with them already. Her brow furrowed a second later as she realized something. "Are there only five people in this unit?"
"Oh, no!" Marilyn said, giggling with what seemed to Sam to be a little too much enthusiasm for the situation. "There are six of us! Our other guy's down getting coffees."
Sam turned her head slightly. Wait a minute. "What's his name?"
"Daniel J. Fenton," she said with a little laugh at his longer name, as if it was a private joke. "But we all just call him–"
The door swung open with an announcement that the drinks were up, and Sam stared in surprise at a familiar face.
"Danny!" She gasped.
All the cups leapt into the air, coffee splashing around, and the man who had just entered yelped and fumbled to regain control over them all. He looked up, and his baby blue eyes widened. "Sam?" he said, looking just as surprised as she did. "What on Earth are you doing here?"
Sam noticed that a little frown had settled on Marilyn's face. The woman swept forward and put her arm across Sam's shoulders. "Samantha is joining our unit."
Danny's face broke into a grin. "Really? Great!"
"I suppose," Marilyn muttered crossly. Sam laughed, realizing why Marilyn was upset. As Danny moved away to deliver the drinks to their owners, she leaned in to whisper in Marilyn's ear.
"Don't worry, he's all yours – we're just friends."
Marilyn's frown dissolved and a beatific smile appeared in its place. "Oh, okay! That's okay then!" She practically skipped off to retrieve her drink from Danny. Sam smiled at the funny woman, then walked over to what she assumed was her desk.
Twenty minutes later, Sam had been shown all around the office, and shown how to use the most basic programs on her new computer, which she had found, to her dismay, to be a completely different model and entirely different system from the one in her old office. It had thrown her off.
She had also been given some fancy equipment. A UV torch, a taser, a satellite phone that could be attached to your collar like a tiny microphone, and a very sharp, apparently expensive, knife that came with a cover. That one had been a welcoming gift from Edward. But the one she decided would be the most useful was a scanning device. Tony told her that if she put a hair, or fingernail or something like that on it, it could tell her who it belonged to, provided, of course, the person's DNA was in the government files. It could also calculate the contents of samples of dirt and dust and other things like that.
Sounded like something out of Star Wars, but she wasn't complaining.
"So," she said to Danny. The team seemed to have finished prepping her for her new position, she had finished inspecting her new toys, and she felt she could now get started. He turned to face her. She stood and walked to stand beside him, resting her elbow on his shoulder. "What do you guys do down here?"
He chuckled. "Not much interesting – until we get a case."
"How often does that–"
Suddenly the door burst open and an intern popped in, thrusting what Sam recognized as a case file into Tony's hands, then disappearing.
"Hmm. Never mind."
Danny laughed, standing to join Marilyn, Maria and Edward as they gravitated towards Tony, who was opening the file.
"So, what is it this time, Anthony?" Maria asked, putting on her glasses.
Tony scanned the file, his face reading excitement. He looked up at the team. "Theft."
"Of what?" Marilyn asked, sounding excited.
Sam wondered if delirium was a constant state for this woman.
He stood up straight and his next words sounded forcefully grand. "A priceless pink sapphire."
Sam snorted with laughter.
so...any thoughts? is it...oh, i dunno. i've been given a steroid inhaler, and i think something's wrong with me...my hands are shaking. whoaaaaaa... :D
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