The Musical Mind (Aro, Caius, Marcus x OC Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Vacation!? What is This Nonsense?

"Marco Palov, you are under arrest for the murder of your fiancée, Sharon McAlister as well as Arya Bliminse, Ignacia Farfalla, and Victoria Hand-Wolfe," I said with a triumphant, almost vindictive, gleam in my eyes as I slapped a pair of cuffs on the sweating politician. Seriously, I had been waiting, working my butt off for the last month or so for this exact moment right now. Why wouldn't I enjoy this triumph just a little? "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to talk—"

"I know my damn rights bitch!" he cried, red-faced in anger and spit flying into my eyes. Damn, bitch I'll kill her and the lot of them!

"Well okay then, sweetheart," I said dryly, allowing some waiting police officers to take custody of him while I wiped the spittle off my face, expression betraying nothing but slight irritation. "Say it; don't spray it."

My name is Ambrosia Swan, better known as Amber to my friends, close family and anyone else who uses my name on a daily basis. If you haven't guessed already, I am a twenty-three-year-old woman who works for the New York City FBI. I'm also an author as well, but that's a story for another time. Pun intended.

"Good work Swan," my supervisor, Charlie Hawkins, congratulated me, clapping me on the shoulder in an almost fatherly manner, which is ironic since I see him as a bit of a father figure too and my real father's name is Charlie too. "You, Jones, Ruiz, Ivanov and Lawton help the NYPD with the cleanup and evidence recovery while I talk to the captain. I'll see you back at the office to review your reports. Oh, and Swan, after you finish your report, Casey wants to see you about something."

"Uh-oh, what I do wrong now?" I asked in a half-joking kind of way, wondering why the head honcho of the whole division wanted to see me.

Hawkins only shrugged, smirking only a little as he said, "Dunno, but let's hope it's not about switching all the divisions coffee for decaf again."

"Oi! For the millionth time, it was an accident, okay? I was half-asleep when it happened!" I hollered after him as he walked away.

"Sure, just keep telling yourself that."

Huffing with an irritated grumble, I threw my arms up in the air in frustration a little before turning and heading back into the building that had just been stormed, ignoring the other four's chuckling on either side of me.

"Right, let's get this over with," I drawled with a sigh, knowing there was a mountain of paperwork just waiting for me on my desk when this was over. Seriously, there are times when I really love my job, and then there are times when I absolutely despise it.

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"I'm sorry, could you please repeat that again? Because I'm pretty sure I just heard you saying that you want me to take a vacation," I said, expression set in surprised disbelief, staring at the NYC FBI director like he had just grown a second head or something.

It was now sunset in New York, and I was in the FBI Director's office for the 'talk' Hawkins had told me about. However, the word's that fell from Director Casey's lips were the last things I had expected to hear from him.

"Correction, Swan, I am ordering you to take a vacation," the tall, white-haired man informed me with his patented 'I am your boss look' that always came out as grandfatherly-looking to me.

"But—"

"Ambrosia, when was the last time you actually took a real vacation and not one of your long weekend's where you do nothing but write new books for two days straight, binge watch movies, or go to the art festivals in town?"