You are sitting at a spare desk and you are on your laptop looking at a list of suspects you have complied. It's short but it's a start. You feel the presence of someone staring at you.

"what are you looking at" Jake's best friend Charles asks. He is like a little puppy dog.

"something that only Jake and I can look at" you respond. You are glad that he isn't working with you.

"are you really FBI?" he asks with annoying optimism.

"yes" you reply as you roll your eyes in frustration.

"Oh hey Jake," you say as Jake sits down at his desk which is right next to yours. At least he can deal with Charles.

"hey (Y/N) is that the list you've compiled of suspects let me look," he asks really excited that you have done it,"

"not yet but you can look at it once I've removed all the male suspects" you reply.

"but that will only take a second" you copy and paste all the male names on to another document so you can refer to them as you need to

"are you done yet?" Jake asks like a dog waiting for a treat.

"yes I told you I would be a second and don't let your lap dog see," you say referring to Charles because he seems to follow Jake everywhere.

"Charles isn't my lap dog he's my best friend but ok," he says as he starts reading

"exactly my point" you reply. You know the danger of having a clingy best friend at work. Five minutes later you are been interrogated by Amy

"so you really are part of the FBI. show me your badge" she says not believing you. Another in the line of many.

"yes I am," you say showing her your badge. You can tell she is shocked that you are working here.

"Oh my," she says. Her eyes are wide with amazement

"happy now?" you ask sarcastically.

"no I really wanted to join the FBI" she replies really angrily

"why me" you utter in pure disgust at the fact that your boss assigned you to a precinct full of nut jobs. At least you are entertained by them.