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Post by Jane Doe on Mar 23, 2013 14:15:44 GMT -5
And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jane slide the older model Mazda into the parking spot with ease. She smiled, glade that she had been able to fit. The two large marked SUVs had made it almost impossible. That was exactly why she had gotten the smaller car in the first place though. It made it a lot easier park, especially in the city. Not that she had lived in New York when she had gotten the car. It had actually been six years ago when she had turned eighteen and entering college. It had been the first thing that had truly belonged to the woman. And she had loved it. It was a 1995, which meant even at the time of buying it it had been old. But it was faithful. Never had broken down once. Not even after being driven across the country to live in five different states in the next six years. Two months ago when she got assigned to the New York Field office, it turned out the the car fit right into the city. Jane rarely drove it much, anymore though. It was a lot easier to take the subway to work than deal with finding a new parking spot at midnight when she normally got home. Today, she wasn't in New York City. She had actually taken the rather pleasant, thought traffic filled, drive up to New Jersey. She wasn't up here for pleasure though. Never. Jane Doe never took a day off, and never did anything with out a purpose. She was here on a case. They had very little to go by, and thus the rookie of the organized crime unit had been put on it. She wasn't too upset about that though. She liked working on her own, and even more so she believed every case deserved to have a chance to be closed. Maybe if they had had the same view about her case, 21 years ago, they would have figured out where she had come from. Doubtful, she knew that. Since she joined the Bureau two years ago she had spent every second of her free time trying to figure out who she was, and still had nothing. No DNA. No missing persons reports. Nothing. It was almost like she had simply appeared out of no where already as a four years old girl. No parents and no past to know about.
Turning off her car Jane grabbed the folder than sat in the passenger seat. She slowly opened her door, making sure she didn't hit the police car next to her, and slide out. As soon as she stood she realized just how stiff she was from the drive and quickly glanced at her phone. It was already almost eleven in the morning. She could barely believe it. Sighing she moved toward to front doors of the Police Station. As she stepped through the door she was meet with the very familiar sight of a normal Police station. Uniformed and un-uniformed officers walked about freely. Desks were lined with papers, and a few perps sat hanfcuffed to their chairs as officers took down their stories and information. Jane had barely made it one foot into the station before a tall uniformed man stopped her. “Can I help you?” He asked his words slightly cold. Jane knew very well that she did not look like a cop. She had a small frame and looked like she could barely lift ten pounds. Not to mention her cloths were unimpressive, and plain, and by no means the normal wear for FBI agents. She didn't mind not looking like a cop though. Taking a deep breath she began to speak, trying very hard to mask any unease she was feeling. She didn't particularly like men, especially one's like this man. “I'm Agent Doe, Where can I find Eva Martinez?” She flashed the man her badge as she spoke. His face seemed to the moment he heard the word Agent. Cops and Agents never really got along. Cops though the FBI was out to steal their cases and run all over them, while the FBI thought that the cops where lazy and didn't know how to investigate. Both views were pretty much wrong, and Agent hoped that those she had to work with would see that.
The man pointed over to a cluster of desks. Jane gave him a soft thank you and moved away before he could make any remarks about the feds. Jane slowed down as she reached the group of desks. Her eyes scanning each person. It didn't take her long to spot the woman. She had never meet Eva but she had looked up her picture before she left that morning. When she had called ahead to make sure Eva worked today she had been told the woman was fielding calls on a tip line today. Jane approached her and clearing her throat asked, “Officer Martinez?” She paused a moment. “I'm Agent Doe with the FBI. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?” That wasn't really a question. The woman had no choice in whether she answered Jane's questions or not. So instead of waiting for her to possibly decline the question Jane quickly continued without an answer. “It says here,” she opened the file she had brought with her, though she had memorized just about every word of it already, 'That you were the arresting officer for Mark Walf, two days ago. Is that correct.” Of course it was, but she had to ask. “It says he and another man tried to rob a corner store.” She hoped that that would give the woman enough of a jump off spot to talk about the case. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But time was lost, the curtain fell I take my bows and wish you well KICKING IT WITH !?[/b] Eva POST STATUS !?[/b] Finished WORDS !?[/b] 955 CREDIT !?[/b] HOTCH!MUSIC !?[/b] Song to represent the thread NOTES !?[/b] I still have no idea what the case is, so just have fun with it..[/font][/size]
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Post by Eva Martinez on Mar 24, 2013 22:01:46 GMT -5
The loud buzzing from her alarm clock had stirred Eva Martinez from her slumber. She let out a soft groan, as she rolled over to turn it off. There are days when you just feel like you don't really want to get out of bed at all. Am I right? This happened to be one of them. Eva slowly sat up and ran a hand through her hair. She dreamed about Aidan last night, which made her toss and turn. At first, she didn't know why she was dreaming of him. Eva has tried her hardest to forget about him and everything that was related to him...and then, she remembered. This day would be the anniversary of one of the most terrible nights of her life. A hand drifted to her scar, but realized what she was doing about halfway there and stopped herself. He had left his mark, alright. In more ways than one. She shook her head, hard. She did not want to think about him anymore. She flung back the covers and climbed out of bed. It was time to shower and get ready. Davis will be picking her up for work, so it wouldn't be good to sit and think about Aidan. He's behind bars, he can't do anything to her now. The hot water felt good upon her skin and seemed to wash away the remnants of last night. Eva's lips curved up into a smile, as she washed up. 10 minutes later, she emerged from the shower and dried herself off. She slipped on her normal attire for work, complete with her gun holster. Eva managed to get some breakfast ready, before she hears a loud knock on her front door. She shakes her head, knowing who the visitor is. Her partner, Davis. He sits down with Eva, while she eats her breakfast. They leave not long after and soon, they arrive at the police station. Her job was fielding calls for the tip line. Not her most favorite job, but it keeps her mind off things like her not-so great dreams from last night. She gets off a call and is writing things down, when a woman clears her throat. “Officer Martinez?” She looks up to see a dark-haired woman standing before her desk. "Yes?" she answered. “I'm Agent Doe with the FBI. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Eva nodded. "Ok. Do you want to sit down or something?" she responded. She didn't think the woman would want to stand the whole time, but then again, Eva could be wrong. “It says here,” The woman opened up a file, Eva was a little confused. An FBI agent needed answers from her? Why? Then, she seemed to get her answer. 'That you were the arresting officer for Mark Walf, two days ago. Is that correct.” Eva nodded. "That is correct." she replied. “It says he and another man tried to rob a corner store.” Eva slightly leaned back in her chair, a pen suspended between her fingers. "Yes, I happened to be driving a few blocks away from there, when a call came over the radio and I immediately went over...may I ask why the FBI would be interested in that case? It had been just a case of attempted robbery." she answered truthfully. She was curious to know why the FBI would send an agent - over a case like that? It didn't seem to click in Eva's head. OOC: I'll try lol
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Post by Jane Doe on Apr 2, 2013 15:25:07 GMT -5
And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jane glanced at the chair Eva offered her for a second. “Thank you.” She nodded her head slightly as she took a seat. She really didn't want to sit, but she didn't want to stand either. It was an odd feeling, but when it came to Jane it was completely normal. She wasn't exactly normal when it came to most situations. She'd rather not sit because she that meant she had to get closer to Eva, and that she would probably stay a little longer. Not that this was meant to be a short visit. She'd just rather not spend more time than she needed to. She was a fed after all. And though most cops were normally nice there were always a few that liked to press the big man's buttons. And while she could take some pokes she wasn't really all that good at it. Actually in many instances if she was yelled at she would break down crying, normally not in front of her accuser, but with in minutes of the instant. That was the one emotion she was unable to hide. Her fear of people was no doubt irrational, but she couldn't help it. Something in her was triggered when she thought someone was mad at her. She just wished she knew what. Jane didn't really want to continue to stand, as well, though. She knew that doing so would draw attention toward her, and that was the last thing she wanted. She would rather just blend right in. The thing was she didn't look like a cop, which meant no matter what she was sure to draw some attention.
Jane pushed any unease she was feeling about the situation away though. She needed to focus. They had to catch this guy, and had to do it soon. There was no time to worry about these stupid fears. She just wished it was that easy. Taking a breath she listened as Officer Martinez explained the crime at hand. Not that there had been any question that the report was correct, but Eva quickly confirmed that it was right, and that she had made the arrest. It really had been a simple crime. And a very un-thought out one. The two men and both gone into the store, and circled a couple of times before everyone else in the store had left. They had then tried to get the clerk to open the register. Of course the older man had been robbed several times before and when they approached he pulled a shoot gun on them. That was all it took to make the two men flee. The police were on site in seconds and a chase started. Mark Walf was captured a few blocks away by Officer Martinez, and since he was 5'11” and 160 pounds he probably felt pretty humiliated that he had been caught by a woman who was so much smaller than him. The other man had gotten away however. When Eva asked why the FBI was interested in the case she spoke, “The other man got away, didn't he?” It wasn't really a question though, they both knew it was true. “Walf gave him up pretty quickly, though. He's name's Anthony Almada. Police checked his house, and work but never found him correct.” Jane continued to speak as if she as reading from the file but her eyes no longer looked at its pages. “Well at 4 am this morning Anthony Almada was found. Found dead in New York city.” She paused as she flipped through the pages in her file. Finding what she needed she pulled it out and handed it to Eva. It was a picture of Almada laying dead on the ground. On his forehead was the classic pirate “X marks the spot” sign. “The same marking has been found on ten other victims in the city over the last five months. We suspect that its a calling card from a new street gang off the south side called The Kids.” Jane paused. “So the real question here is why did two New Jersey residence try to rob a store, and what caused one of them two to end up being killed by a gang.” Jane really hoped that Eva might have some insight into what the two men could have gotten themselves into. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But time was lost, the curtain fell I take my bows and wish you well KICKING IT WITH !?[/b] Eva POST STATUS !?[/b] Finished WORDS !?[/b] CREDIT !?[/b] HOTCH!MUSIC !?[/b] Song to represent the thread NOTES !?[/b] Sorry this took so long..[/font][/size]
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Post by Eva Martinez on Apr 12, 2013 13:16:01 GMT -5
“Thank you.” The woman said, as she took the offered seat by Eva's desk. A brief moment came and went. Eva certainly didn't expect to receive a visit from the FBI, when she woke up this morning. And yet, she got one. Eva couldn't help but to somewhat observe the woman, she didn't look like the other agents she has encountered before. This wasn't the first time FBI has stopped by her station, but she seemed to be one of the very few that treated each agent with respect. Others treated them with disdain, which is somewhat understandable. The FBI and local police aren't...exactly known for playing nice in the metaphorical sandbox, but Eva doesn't like playing into that little stereotype. The way she sees it, each group is working toward the same goal - to solve the case. Methods may differ, though, but if it gets the job done - then so be it. “The other man got away, didn't he?” Eva nodded her head, yes. She barely had time to see the other man's backside, as he took off, when she tackled the one that gave up to the ground. He grumbled under his breath, cursing that it was a woman that had him pinned. Eva may be a bit on the lean side of things, but she's no fragile flower in the least. Then, the woman spoke up. “Well at 4 am this morning Anthony Almada was found. Found dead in New York city.” Eva's jaw dropped slightly, as the woman pulled out something from her folder and handed it over. It was a pic of the other man. “The same marking has been found on ten other victims in the city over the last five months. We suspect that its a calling card from a new street gang off the south side called The Kids.” Eva found herself staring at the picture for a little bit, her internal debate not showing upon her face. “So the real question here is why did two New Jersey residence try to rob a store, and what caused one of them two to end up being killed by a gang.” Eva looked up from the photo, trying to think of an answer. "Maybe robbing the store was for kicks, there's not a lot to do around here and some people enjoy risks. I don't quite know. As for the other, it could be a number of things. Pissing off the right people could be one, or proposed a challenge and lost more than a blow to the ego.." she replied. The first part has happened once or twice before, but more for teenage boys trying to pull dares and what not.
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Post by Jane Doe on Apr 18, 2013 11:09:59 GMT -5
And all the things you never heard While in my mind I search for words- - - - - - - - - - - - - - Jane watched Eva closed as she took in the picture. She wasn’t sure how many dead bodies the woman had seen. It was clear that she had clearly seen a few, at least. She still seemed to be taken a back by the news. Of course she would be, though. Even if the man had tried to rob a store he was still so young, and no one wanted anyone dead. Well maybe that was a lie. Jane had seen a few criminals in her days that she was pretty sure deserved to die. But that wasn’t to say she wished they would turn up dead, or she would have a hand in that. But these guys were just kids. Walf had been 20 years old, and Almada was 19. They were so young. Of course if Jane actually thought about it she would be surprised to realize that herself was only five years older than the two. Five years was a long time though, and even at 19 years old she had never felt that young. Not even when she was ten. She had been forced to grow up so fast. As soon as she entered school she had finally accepted that fact. She was smart and independent so it wasn’t to hard. Plus she never really had a family and even in foster homes she found herself taking care of herself. It was easier that way, even at a young age. She was far too fearful back then to trust anyone anyway. She would simply do what she was told and keep her head down. Even now that was her motto. Rather than risk someone becoming upset with her.
Eva quickly brought up an angle to the robbery that she had never considered before. What if they two had done it for fun? Just cause. It was quick baffling to Jane that anyone would do such a thing. Wasn’t there better things to do? According to Officer Martinez there really wasn’t. That idea was so odd to the woman. She had grown up in Washington, D.C., even as a scared recluse Jane had never been lacking things to do. There were arcades, parks, clubs, and just about everything else a person would want all within driving distance of each other. But if they were “risk junkies” then wouldn’t there had been other behaviors leading up to this? As far as Jane knew the two’s records were clean. And then why did Almeda end up dead? It seemed more like they was asked to do something and didn’t do it. But why? What could they achieve by doing this? Maybe it was for kicks. Maybe it was unrelated. Nothing seemed to make sense about this. Jane was silent for a little while before she finally spoke. “Is Mark Walf still being held?” she asked. There was a very good change the man had already been let out on bail. After all it had only been an attempted robbery and running from the police charge. If he got a good lawyer he could have been out the very next day, and it was already two days later. But maybe, just maybe, the judge had refused bail because of a flight risk, or the man’s “on the run” partner, or maybe Walf didn’t have the money for bail. At any rate him being in jail would sure make this easier. If they two did have a run in with a New York gang and Almeda was dead, chances were he was next.. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - But time was lost, the curtain fell I take my bows and wish you well KICKING IT WITH !?[/b] Eva POST STATUS !?[/b] Finished WORDS !?[/b] 591 MUSIC !?[/b] Song to represent the thread NOTES !?[/b] Sorry this sucks..[/font][/size]
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Post by Eva Martinez on Apr 18, 2013 13:43:43 GMT -5
This wasn't the first dead body Eva has seen, so she didn't have the urge to go running for the nearest trash can or toilet. She did, however, feel a bit taken back by the fact that the guy in the picture was still young. He had his whole life ahead of him. His partner's young as well, they could've done something good with their lives and maybe raised a family someday. That plan was ruined. One could still make that choice, but it would be difficult with this upon his record. She had brought up an angle to the woman, one that she might not have thought of. Young kids these days aren't so enthused about the things available, though they may have enjoyed them when they were kids. It may sound odd, but a number of young adults don't find those things as fun as they once used to. They seem to find..other avenues for fun. Eva has dealt with drunken individuals like them before and it isn't always fun to do, though they seem to sober up when parents get involved. “Is Mark Walf still being held?” The woman's voice had interrupted Eva's thoughts and she looked up. She took a couple of seconds to think, then spoke up. "As far as I know. He didn't have enough money for bail and his mother refused to bail him out.." she responded, remembering when she overheard his one phone call to his mother. She was apparently lecturing him and refusing to bail him out, which was making him angry and a little hurt. But once he saw that I was around, he hid his hurt from sight and stayed angry for the rest of the conversation. OOC: It's okay, mine's not so great in my opinion..
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