"Detective Williams, this message is to inform you that your mission for Orlando, Florida begins twenty-four hours from when this call is delivered. You will be emailed your instructions and expected to fulfill each monthly task assigned to you promptly, turned in by the twenty-fifth of every month. Thank you."
I audibly sighed with relief as I was not caught with Riley. I was also in need of this reminder because I had gotten so caught up with Riley showing me around that I forgot why I was really here.
I checked the time on my watch, 21:08, before heading around to my room and getting ready for bed.
I attempt to go to sleep at such an hour, but the thought of Riley keeps me tossing in my bed for another two hours. What was I supposed to tell him? Poor kid probably thought he did something wrong and I had to make up an excuse to leave. But when would I ever be able to explain everything to him? Will I ever be able to explain any of this to him? How long will this last? I'd hate to admit it, but the flirt from Orlando was starting to grow on me, and it was about to effect on my career.
* * *
The next morning my alarm went off at 07:00 so I would have enough time to get the rest of my house set up.
I started in the kitchen, setting up my appliances so they would actually be useable to me over the next eight to ten months. Next I surveyed the upstairs room to determine where a desk and of what size would go.
Once I made my decision, I grab my car keys and head out to my truck. I wave at Mrs. Joan whose weeding in her front yard and start to drive out of the neighborhood. On my way to office depot, I turn on the radio for the first time since I moved away from my mom. I was shocked at the variety of songs, how annoying some were to how offensive some were. They were nothing compared to Riley's songs. I could tell he was talented from just hearing him sing yesterday, but compared to these people he was absolutely amazing. I shut the radio off as I pull into the strip mall office depot is located in and park my truck.
I wander the aisles looking for desk to fit my work space, throwing in a pack of pens, pencils and highlighters. After settling for having a desk shipped to my house, I check out and decide to head to the grocery store next door for my dinner tonight. I fill my basket with pre-cooked roast beef and a four pack of rolls so I have enough for left-overs tomorrow. I also throw some ice cream in there because why not? I decide I should probably get some coffee in order to actually use the coffee maker I bought yesterday. As I make my way to the coffee aisle, I hear familiar voices arguing near my desired destination.
"Toby, it's literally the same thing. Coffee is coffee."
"No Mom, dunkin' donuts is not the same as Starbucks."
"Look I found Starbucks in a bag is this a good enough compromise?" Riley says as I come around the corner.
"In my opinion, it's still too expensive, which is why I can settle for dunkin," I say, smirking at Riley while taking the dunkin coffee bag from Toby.
"Thank you, Spencer," Mrs. Joan says.
"It's nice to see you as always, Spencer, but you're not helping," Riley playfully glares down at me.
"I'm a twenty year old living on my own, how coffee tastes doesn't matter as much as the price does in my world."
"Yeah, Riley, maybe you should try that," Mrs. Joan prompts.
"See what you did Spencer, you got my mom to suggest I move out of the house," he looks concerned.
"Yeah well then you can have my house when I'm done with it," I offer.
"Done with it?" Toby asks and I freeze.
"Well it was nice seeing you guys, I have to go," I throw the coffee in my bag and make a beeline for the check-out.
a/n: ok so first, yes she uses military time, she's a top secret agent so it seemed fit for the part. if you don't know military time you add twelve to whatever time it is AFTER 12:00 noon ((ex: 1:00pm = 13:00, 8:00pm = 20:00))
also i need help with a ship name for spencer & riley. im thinking spiley or riler idk these are hard names to work with but please let me know!! thanks!!

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FanfictionThe rules were simple: show up on time, get the information needed in the time provided, and get out. Talk as little as possible and only when necessary. And never, ever, make friendships or relationships.