~Dylan~
“Mate, you have been on some four cases already and they are not even from our department. Not long before the other come complaining to Elliot. What is up?” Aiden has been asking me about my sudden workaholism but I am choosing to ignore him. Again.
I keep making notes as juggle between my diary and the desktop before Aiden unceremoniously shuts my diary with a thud, making me look up at him. “Aiden, what the f**k man?”
He crosses his arms in front of him like that will make me give him an answer but I stare right back at him without backing out. Aiden being him, gives up first before he perches on my desk and takes a look at the case I am looking up. “A theft on Wall Street! How novel!” he comments before gazing back at me.
“We are the FBI, A. We can’t choose case
