Random x Reader one-shots

Warning: curse words and violence

Y/N POV
Back to work.
Back to an ongoing case.
Back to questioning the suspect.

Back to seeing the man of my dreams.

Me and Agent James Aubrey have been working on this case for 3 weeks now. It's so slow, even the technicians fall asleep on duty...
Today, I brought some donuts from James' favorite place to share with the team working on my case. I thought it might cheer them up a bit, get their head in the game again.

-Good morning! I chirp as I walk into the room outside of the questioning room. Everyone only nods and groans as a response.
-What got you so optimistic today? James asks. I blush and show him the three boxes full to the brim with donuts.
-I brought breakfast sweets! I say and open a box. Everyone thanks me and grabs a donut.
Agent booth nods at me as he takes a donut.
-Good save, he whispers in my ear, before taking to one of the other agents in the room.
James approaches me with a large grin on his face.
-You got me my favorite donut? He asks.
-Yep. Thought I'd get a smile on everyone's faces, I smile and open the last box of donuts. James goes for the whole thing, and I snatch it away. James frowns slightly.
-Its not just for you, big mouth, I say and slowly bring it back to him. He shakes his head, clearly amused, and grabs 2.
-Is this ok, mom? He asks jokingly. I nod and take one myself, before closing the box and putting it away.

We walk up to the 2 way mirror and I look at the suspect.
-Name's Phillip Addams. Male, about 36-37 years old, has a fiancé... James sighs and looks down at me. I nod and start my donut.
-The guys tested him positive for many illegal substances, he continues and looks at the man again.
-What is he suspected for? I ask and take a bit out of my donut.
-He's suspected for... he pauses and looks into the file.
-Selling the chemicals that killed the victim, he says and gives me the file. I continue to eat my donut as I read the description file.
-What do you think? He asks. I look up at him.
-What I think? I think he has a real special bond to his tattoo guy... I say, acknowledging his many tattoos in his arms and throat. James chuckles amused.
-You think we can get something out of him? He clarifies. I sigh.
-We can at least try, I say and stuff the rest of the donut in my mouth.

Third person POV
The team was ready for action as Y/N walks into the questioning room. She closes the door and nods at the camera, before heading in. James nods to her behind the glass and takes a sharp inhale.
Y/N walks calmly to the table and sit down. The man in question, Phillip sighs and hold his face in his hands.
-What am I in for? He asks defeatedly.
-You're a suspect in my case for the murder of Anya Winters, Y/N says and pull up a photo of the girl and put it in front of him. He shakes his head.
-Never seen her before in my life, he says.

Y/N POV:
-Maybe not. But we have reason to believe that you sold the murderer the chemicals that killed her, I say and open the file. He looks confused at me.
-What? He laughs in disbelief.
-It says here that you work at a chemical factory? I ask.
-I do, he nods.
-And upon investigation, we saw that you sold these chemicals from your factory, I say and pull up pictures of the chemicals that was used.
-Ans you're the person people come to when they need stuff like this? I ask. He nods.
-Yeah but... we only sell to hospitals and laboratories... We haven't sold to a private person in years, he says. I nod and put the pictures back in the file.
-I haven't done anything! I've just done my job and I never fuck up! I don't use drugs or over consume alcohol! He says defensively.
-Oh really? I ask. He nods.
-Cause the night we took you in, my team tested you positive for 3 different illegal drugs and substances, I say and look into the file.
He sighs.
-Anything to say for yourself? I ask.
-Me and my fiancé, we... we were just celebrating our engagement, and the boys offered me some shit and I just took it without question, he says, getting angrier by the minute.
-Next thing I know, I'm waking up in a holding cell at the FBI! He says defensively. I look over his shoulder to the team, telling them to look up these "friends".
-Why am I even here!? He asks angrily.
-Mr Addams, please calm down- I get cut off by him starting to lift the table.
-This isn't even my fault! He says and punches me right on my shoulder when he can't lift the table. When I land on the floor, he walks around the table and kicks me. He kicks me once in the stomach and once in the face. When he takes a leap to punch me in the jaw, I kick him in the nuts and he flies backwards.