Ok this is just a short chapter because I want to see what people think. I'm not going to continue it right now but I might after my other story is finished if you guys say to. It's basically up to you all lol. So just let me know what you think of the start and stuff. Also, this is rated M for violence. And if you don't already know from my other story, this is Unparalleledthinking and I'm going to be putting up the Epilogue to Forgetting the Past on my new name at some point in the future and if you still don't know what happened and why it was taken down, I explain it on my first yeah, here you go.

"Team two status?"

He wiped at the sweat on his brow, and rolled his shoulders as his partner answered.

"Team two in position. On your command."

A few seconds passed as he stood to the left of the door, the sun beating down on him and making this situation even less comfortable. Finally the order was given.

"Move in!"

His partner kicked in the door and they moved swiftly in pattern, clearing each room, guns drawn. Behind them more agents swarmed in and up and down the stairs to cover the rest of the house. One by one the reports came back clear. He swore. This was supposed to be a bust. Their evidence was solid and they had enough to put these guys away for a long time and yet somehow they couldn't ever seem to pinpoint their position. They'd get a location but every time they'd arrive the cartel would be gone. This was the second time and it was beginning to piss him off to no end.

Walking back out into the blistering heat he holstered his weapon roughly and ripped off his bullet-proof vest. This was getting ridiculous. His partner stopped next to him.

"Next time man."

"This was the next time Garrow. There has to be somebody tipping them off."

"Don't jump to conclusions."

"This isn't me jumping to conclusions. This is me pointing out the only possible answer."

"Eragon, there is no mole. Come on, only our task force knows about this. You're basically calling one of us a traitor."

"What else could it be!?"

Garrow sighed and sat in the driver side of his white Dodge Charger, perk of being FBI, while Eragon walked to the passenger side and slid in. His partner, friend, and father-figure looked at him.

"Let's go to our informants again. Maybe they know whats going on."

"Or maybe their the ones throwing us off."

Garrow chose not to answer and so they drove in silence for a while when Eragon's phone buzzed. Reaching down he unclipped it from his belt and brought it to his ear.

"Eragon Shay speaking."

"Dude get your ass over here I got something for you!"

"James? What is it?"

"Not over the phone, man."

Eragon sighed.

"We'll be there in ten."

Garrow looked over.

"What's he claiming now?"

Eragon shrugged.

"Said he'd tell me when we got there."

"Why do you keep him on? Most of what he tells you is bull or so unhelpful that we can't do anything with it."

"Because when he's right he gives us the biggest busts. Remember last year with that smuggling ring through the port? That was James. He may be a little off in the head but when he hears something and can get it across to us, it's almost always helpful."

"But he works at the docks, why would he have heard anything about the cartel?"

"I don't know. That's why I think we should go see him. It's too random for it to be nothing. Maybe this is the break we need."

Garrow was not convinced but he held his tongue. Eragon pulled up to the guardhouse by the docks and flashed his badge before they were waved through. He drove to the far side and pulled over by one of thousands of shipping crates, the usual meeting spot. After a couple minutes James appeared around it. Eragon got out along with Garrow and met him halfway.

"James."

The man before them was short, his burly arms and chest making him look bigger than he actually was and a long scar, starting from his hairline all the way to his chin, made him look much scarier. Probably the most off-putting was the wild way his eyes looked. They were never still, always darting to and fro and they were almost completely black. He nodded nervously.

"Eragon, Garrow."

Garrow frowned, wanting to get this over with.

"You said you had something for us?"

The short man nodded and looked around him to make sure no one was listening before glancing back at Eragon.

"So first I need your promise that you ain't gonna be mad at me for telling you something."

Eragon crossed his arms.

"What?"

The man whined.

"You gotta promise!"

"Fine, I promise. What is it?"

James clenched his hands and shifted from one foot to the other.

"Well, most of the time I try and stay out of stuff and mind my own business." Eragon fought back a grin. That was like the opposite of James He was pretty sure if he looked up "nosy" in the dictionary James would be the example. "But I really can't keep quiet about this. You see, last night I was working late and doing. . . stuff," Eragon sighed. James was a little bit of a clepto. Nothing big, just a few tools here, a few bucks from the offices there. He'd promised to stop but he never really believed he would. "and I saw these guys dragging crate after crate and loading it into a truck. I didn't think anything of it until I saw this girl. She was like twenty-five or something and probably the most beautiful woman ever. I thought she was just working with them but when she saw me out of the corner or her eye through the window she slammed her head into the man behind her."

Garrow interrupted. "What did she look like?"

James looked at him annoyed.

"Will you let me finish?"

Garrow rolled his eyes.

"By all means."

He continued.

"So all this shouting started and one of the crates was dropped. All this white powder spilled out but it was like they didn't even notice. All they wanted was to stop the girl, who was beatin' the hell outta all of them, by the way. She was fighting like mad and yelling for somebody to run. Suddenly I see this blonde girl sprinting towards the shipping containers over here. Once they'd knocked the dark haired woman unconscious they searched for the blonde but I don't think they found her. Pissed em' right off too. I'm glad they didn't see me inside like the lady had cause they prolly' woulda' killed me."

It was taking everything in Eragon not to let his jaw drop.

"What happened after that?"

"Well they were yelling at each other with this crazy looking dude with red hair drove up and yanked that lady up by her hair. I think she was awake then because he like wrapped his hands around her throat, lifted er' up, and was talking to her. She didn't say nothin' though. I got a picture of her then, to show you. Then they all cleaned up their mess and-"

Whatever he was about to say was lost as something slammed through him. Eragon watched in horror as deep crimson blood pooling and dripping down his front. James looked down at himself, terror entering his eyes. He looked up at eragon just as another bullet impacted, this time through his head. The red liquid sprayed Eragon as he watched his informant drop to the ground, the look of fear still etched into his still face. Garrow yanked Eragon out of the way and they moved around behind his car. A barrage of bullets flew into the metal and over their heads. They unholstered their weapons and he called in as Garrow covered him.

"Shots fired at the Southport docks! Man down, send back up immediately!" Hanging up he turned to Garrow. "What are you thinking?"

"There's too many of them to go anywhere. We're just going to have to wait it out for back up."

He'd just spoken when Garrow's car started smoking. Eragon slammed his hand into it.

"Dammit, Garrow it's gonna blow, we need to move."

"You go I'll cover."

"No, you first"

"Do not argue with me!"

Eragon sighed.

"On three?"

"On three."

He counted down and then went to a full out sprint as Garrow shot over the top of the car. Something slammed into Eragon's shoulder but he kept moving and was safely around the side of the metal container within seconds, pain radiating through his entire left arm. He ignored it as he raised his gun and leaned around.

"Garrow, I got you! Run!"

Just as he spoke he saw a projectile heading for the car. Alarm filled him and ignoring his own safety, he started back towards his partner, yelling.

"Garrow! Run! Garro-"

The explosion rocked the ground and he felt an intense heat as a force shoved him off his feet and away from the car. He hit the ground and his body and head slammed back into the cement. His vision faded and as he lost consciousness, he heard the wail of the sirens.

When his eyes opened again he saw paramedics lifting him. And that's when the pain hit. He clenched his teeth to avoid shouting. But everything was forgotten when he looked next to him and saw Garrow being loaded into an ambulance. He tried to sit up but was forced back down.

"You need to stay still."

"Garrow! Is he alright?"

They didn't answer him but instead pushed a mask over his mouth and nose. Slowly, he lost consciousness again.

When he woke up there were tubes hooked into him and a breathing mask over his face. He yanked it off and pulled out the needles from his arms, lurching out of the hospital bed. The pain struck him and he groaned but continued to get up. His arm was in a sling and his head was bandaged up. Pain rocketed through his body and he stumbled slightly as some monitors around him started beeping loudly. As he was about to walk out of the room two nurses blocked his way.

"Sir, you need to lay back down."

"I need to find Garrow."

They pushed him backwards but he resisted, his focus so intent that at that moment, he didn't really care if he had to shove through twenty nurses. Suddenly his Captain was standing in front of him.

"Sit down, Eragon."

"Sir!"

"Sit."

Fighting his rage he sat back down on the bed as the nurses reconnected the I.V.'s. They left when they finished and Eragon looked at his Captain.

"Garrow?"

The look that passed through his Captain's eyes was all he needed to understand.

"I'm sorry, Eragon. Garrow. . . didn't make it."

"No."

It was a whisper of hatred. Aimed at the people who killed him yes, but mostly at himself. For going first. For not saving him. He looked away as tears assaulted his eyes. Garrow had been his partner since he'd started at the F.B.I. a year before, but he'd known him since he was ten. Garrow had been the one to get him interested in becoming and agent in the first place. Fifty-three was too early for a man like him to go.

"I'm sorry, Shay."

Eragon shook his head.

"It's not your fault."

The Captain caught his meaning and gripped Eragon's good shoulder.

"It's not yours either."

The next days leading up to Garrow's funeral were horrible. The day of was no different. He didn't think he could handle going l but not showing up was unacceptable. So, with sorrow hanging from every inch of his heart, he dressed in his best suit, his last respect for the man who'd given him everything, and walked out of the house.

It was raining heavily by the time he arrived in his truck. The service was full almost to the point of overflowing, and at the front he saw something that made his heart squeeze so tightly he could barely breath. Garrow's son. Two friends were on either side and he could see the agony on the man's face. Roran was only a year older than him and in the time he'd known him, they'd become almost like brothers. Now though. . . .

When it was time to bury Garrow they made their way to the cemetery. He was glad for the rain because it hid the few tears that forced their way down his cheeks. He was one of the last to leave and when he stood, thoroughly soaked through, he came face to face with Roran. Before he could speak the man's fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him sideways. He stumbled slightly and stood back up, ready to let himself be punched again. He deserved it. So many times he'd promised to protect Roran's dad and he'd failed him.

"You let him die!"

Garrow's son took a step to strike again but Baldor and his brother grabbed his arms. Baldor tried to reason with him.

"Come on dude, you know it wasn't his fault."

Roran struggled for a moment and then his head dropped, eyes filled with pain and brimming with unshed tears.

"You should've died in his place."

The truth in the statement hit him hard. He really should have. Eragon's throat tightened and he choked out,

"I know."

The brothers led Roran away and Eragon said his goodbyes to Garrow, promising that he would avenge him. With that he went home and changed, his resolve to put a bullet in the head of whoever killed Garrow strengthening with every step he took. Then straddling his bike, he took off towards his building, not caring that the rain was soaked to his skin before he was even halfway there. When he stepped inside people looked at him with pity, causing him to become even more angry. His Captain, Reese Vensril, saw him and frowned.

"You shouldn't be here."

"Whose heading up the case now?"

"Vincent, but you need to go home. You're head is still concussed and your arm is nowhere near healed."

"I don't really care. I'm joining him."

"Eragon, you're too close to this."

Eragon fumed, stepping in his boss's space.

"Damn right I am! That was my partner!"

"Agent Shay, back down, now."

Eragon glared at his boss.

"You keep me from this case I'll work it on my own."

His boss studied him and then sighed.

"Fine. But you make no decisions without Vincent's approval."

"Fine."

He brushed past Reese and headed to find Vincent Fae. When he found him Vincent shook his head.

"No, Shay."

"Orders from Reese. Ask him if you don't believe me."

"I will."

Minutes later Vincent was in the process of catching Eragon up with the case.

"We found a witness at the scene but she wont talk to anyone. I'm-"

Eragon's head shot up from reading a file.

"Girl? How old?"

"About eighteen or so. Blonde hair. Intense blue eyes unlike anything I've ever seen. She wont tell us who she is and we can't find her through any recognition software."

"Is it the same girl from the picture on James phone?"

"What?"

Eragon rolled his eyes.

"Where's James' phone?"

Vincent picked up a bag and tossed it to Eragon. Quickly he pulled it out and flipped it on. Password. Of course. It was one of those passwords with the nine dots. Tilting the screen he held it to the light and saw the remainder of streaks made by a finger. The pattern obvious even in the morphing of the screen. Dusting it he saw the code clearly. The moment the phone unlocked he went to the photos. What he saw took his breath from his lungs. A strong reaction for somebody he'd never met before. She was gorgeous. Her hair was a raven black and her skin was a pale porcelain color. Even with the man's hands around her neck, her face was still perfect. Every angle and slight curve. But her eyes, above all, were the most unique. They were a deep emerald green and looked alive. And they were filled with a cold hatred for the man she was looking at. All the sudden he hated the man too.

"What did you find?"

Eragon shook out of his trance and tossed the phone to Vincent.

"They're keeping that girl hostage right now. I need to speak with the witness."

"She won't talk to you."

"So you say."

"You know, we could've known all this already if you'd just given your statement when we tried in the hospital."

"I don't really care. I'll give it to you after I talk to the witness."

"You'll give it to me now, Shay."

Eragon frowned.

"Seriously?"

"Yep."

Sighing, Eragon recounted the entire day. When he got to the part with Garrow he stopped and glared at Vincent.

"I'm pretty sure you can figure out the rest."

"I'm sorry, but I need you to go through it."

Flashbacks of the event assaulted him before he could force them out. He closed his eyes and focused on the beautiful girl's face until the other images were gone. Opening them, he glared at Vincent.

"I already did."

Vincent watched him a moment and then sighed.

"Fine. But you'll need to do it later.

"Whatever."

Eragon walked towards the conference room where they were keeping the girl. Pushing into the room he looked to find a young girl looking out the window. He sat at the table and waited for her to look at him. When she did her eyes widened.

"You were at the docks."

"Yes, did you see what happened? Who are those guys?"

She seemed to realize she talked and looked away angrily. He sighed.

"We could really use your help." When she didn't answer he stood and went to sit next to her on the sill. In the next word he spoke he let every note of hatred and pain through. "Please?"

The girl looked at him, surprised at his desperate whisper.

"Why?"

"To catch the bad guys."

She smirked.

"That's obviously not the reason."

He frowned and then shrugged, admitting it. Admitting everything with a cold voice.

"Ok so the reason is because those animals killed by partner. The only person who actually ever cared what happened to me. The person who taught me everything. And because I went first, he died. I'm going to find these guys, and I'm going to kill them."

"So I should tell you everything you know just so you can go and get yourself killed?"

Eragon nodded.

"Exactly."

The girl watched him for a moment and then sighed.

"Ok then. My name is Saphira and my friend and guardian was Arya. They took us because they needed me and Arya risked her life to save mine. So before you go into this guns blazing, I need you to promise me you'll do everything you can to save her."

"I promise. Do you know where they are?"

Saphira nodded.