Chapter 1
“Hey! Spooky Sato!” Asami turns around to try and find the source of the jeer, but of course, once she looks, all the agents are staring studiously at their work.
It shouldn't bother her anymore, that nickname, but for some reason she can't name, it does. Immensely. So much so that last time Agent Tahno had called her that, she had to be put on paid leave for punching him in the face.
She trudges to her office, her face red with anger. As if this day wasn't already bad enough, what with her being assigned a “partner”, she just had to be called her old Quantico nickname today. Fuck.
Asami opens her office door and settles into her chair with a sigh. The office is littered with unsolved files, her walls tacked with reminders and appointments and ideas for case files. A thin layer of the dust that seems to accumulate no matter what in this basement covers everything, even Asami. She blows the dust off her laptop and opens it up.
Let's see here, she thinks as she looks up her new partner's name in the Bureau database, Who is this Korra Raava person
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Agent Korra Raava was having a bad day. Not just any bad day, a spectacularly very bad, no good, very rotten kind of bad day. First, her idiot of a boyfriend had broken up with her (via text of all things, the socially inept asshole). She then had the misfortune of finding out that her rent check had bounced, and her landlady had made extra sure to make it clear that she was “This close, this close, from breaking the lease”. Then, she'd been called into the Bureau an hour earlier than usual, causing her to miss out on her morning coffee, which meant that she was at the exact opposite of her best. How could this day possibly get any worse.
As if just to mock her, the universe answers her question.
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“I what?” Korra glares at Assistant Director Beifong, unable to process this new information.
“I'm sorry, Agent Raava, have you perhaps suffered a sudden loss of hearing?” Beifong raises an eyebrow, her arms crossed.
“N-no?”
“No? Then why do you seem unable to comprehend what I'm telling you”. Beifong glares right back at Korra.
“Sorry, ma'am,” Korra sighs, “I guess I'm just having trouble understanding why I'm being demoted to Spooky Sato's babysitter”.
“Agent Raava,” Lin Beifong massages her temples, “Believe me when I say that this was not my idea, in fact, I spoke out against it. You're useless down at the basement, I need you here, working kidnappings. But you know, orders from the top”.
“Ugh,” Korra looks down at her hands, struggling not to break down and cry. Korra's not much of a crier, in fact the last time she'd cried had been her junior year of high school when she'd been stood up at the prom, but this day has been enough to make her want to break her streak. She'd poured everything, everything into the kidnapping unit, kicking down doors, facing down some of the most dangerous men in the world, working her way to the top, and now it was all for fucking nothing. She was being assigned as Spooky's partner for Christ sake.
The other agent had quite the reputation, and it definitely wasn't a good one. At Quantico, she'd excelled as a criminal profiler, astounding all with her brilliance. But as soon as she'd graduated, everything seemed to fall apart. She'd started to see spirits everywhere, claiming that they'd been responsible for her mother's disappeareance. Suddenly, the suspects weren't evil men and women, but rather Yetis, and giant owls, and aliens. It was no wonder Sato had been banished to the basement, to the X-files unit.
And I guess so have I.