You’ve been working for the FBI for a week now and your name has already gone around, said at least once by everyone in the agency. The one person who refuses to say your name more than the first time he said it was your partner, Kai. Kai was in his early thirties, he was much older than you were. He walked up to your desk. “Oi, twink.” He said. “I need someone found.” He was always so mean to you. You never understood why.