(FBI Outfit ^^)

One hunt was over and we were onto the next, things seemed to die down after the whole haunted hotel thing. Sam and I didn't talk about what happened there, and I think it was for the best for us all to keep that door closed for now. But I do see him give me glances now and then as well as Dean. Overall, it was a fairly confusing situation we had.

This was my first time under-cover as an FBI agent, as I sat out all the rest. I had let the boys do all the work, but this time it needed a woman's touch. They had also set me up with a fake ID, so I would play the part. My hair tied into a bun, as my heels clicked against the floor...

We were currently working on a case in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. A jewellery store was rob, but it was a woman called Helena who worked for the company. The boys were dressed in suits, looking clean and sharp as they are pretending to be FBI agents. I wore a grey length dress that went to my knees, and a black jacket, it made me look superior as an FBI agent.

A damn sexy one too...

As my heels counited to click as I walk around the store to see the display cases with different types of jewellery; rings, necklaces, bracelets and so on. My eyes glazed over them as they were beautiful, might have to come back to this store and compel me some.

"Helena was our heads buyer. She... she was family, you know? She said it herself, every year at the Christmas party. She said we were the only family she had," I had overheard the manager using my vampire hearing, as he spoke to Sam.

"So there were never any signs that she'd do something like this?" Sam had asked, but it was quite common in Humanity, humans doing out of the question things. When you live as long as me, you notice Humanity changing it's ways

"No. Still can't believe it, even now. That night, Helena came back to the store after closing. Cleaned out all the display cases, and the safe. Edgar -- our night watchman -- he caught her in the act. He didn't know what to do, he'd known her for years. He called me at home," The manger states to Sam as I counited to listen in, as I pretended to check the display cases.

"And that's when she took his gun?" Sam had asked.

"She shot him in the face. I heard him die. Over the phone," The manger sounded hurt and shocked.

"Any idea what her motive could have been?" Sam replied, but it was clear as day, she wanted to get rich quick, without waiting for the money to come in.

"What motive? It makes no sense. Why steal all those diamonds, all that jewellery, and then what? Just dump it somewhere, just hide it, and then go home and kill yourself in the tub," The manger seemed hot-headed and angry at the question, but it did rise some questions. Like, why kill yourself? When you could be filthy rich?

The pieces of the puzzle didn't add up for me right now, and it was hella confusing. I stopped listening into their conversation, and just walked around, my eyes glancing over to see Dean getting Frannie - who works here - number for later. I rolled my eyes at the transaction, as he's just a man slut. He go's through more woman than I go through men And that's saying something...

Well maybe that's a lie, but still he'll shag any pretty girl with a pulse...

My heels echoed through the store, as Dean walks passes me, my eyes gazing over him and not in a good-way. He just gives me a shrug of his shoulders and a thin smile. I just shook my head in annoyance, but Dean didn't really care when it came to him screwing around...

After Sam and Dean had both talked to the manger we were off again. We had left the jewellery store behind and drove down a dark street as we were looking for someone. A bank was hit a month ago and the guard was alive so we were on our way to ask him a few questions.

"Five-- this is it," Sam spoke, pulling me from my thoughts and out of the window, to see us pull up in front of  small house. 

"Friggin' cops," Dean states clearly annoyed, at the face that they didn't see the camera footage because the cops took the tapes. Of course I was paying attention, if I didn't. Who would?

"They're doing their jobs, Dean," I replied back to him with a cocky look as he exited the car as Sam and I did the same. My heels clicked against the stone road, as the night air greeted us with a breeze.

"No, they're doing our job, only they don't know it, so they suck at it," Dean slams his the door shut. "Talk to me about this bank," Dean had dismissed my comment as he made his way to the other side of the car.

"Uh, Milwaukee National Trust. It was hit about a month ago," Sam states, as we began to walk to the small house.

"Same M.O. as the jewellery store?"

"Yep, inside job, longtime employee, the never-in-a-million-year-type. Dude robs the bank, then goes home and supposedly commits suicide," Sam replies back to Dean, as we walk along the path to the house, and stepping up some steps to the front door.

"The guy Resnick, he was the security guard on duty?" Dean asks, as my heels clicked on the stone steps as we stood to a stop on the platform.

"Yeah. He was actually beaten unconscious by the teller who heisted the place," I had spoken up as I stood behind the boys, as we were ready to knock. 

"God," Dean only states, as he looks at me with wide eyes as he couldn't believe it. 

"Yeah," Sam states, as he knocks on the screen door. "Mr Resnick? Ronald Resnick?" Sam spoke aloud, as we waited but no one came. 

Out of nowhere, a bright floodlight turns on at the side of the house, we all quickly shields our eyes from the light. I blinked a few times, as a man appeared behind the screen door. He  was young, with curly brown length hair. 

"FBI, Mr Resnick," Sam states, leaning forward a bit so he could see Ronald. 

"Let me see the badge," he spoke through the screen door, as we all pulled out our badges, mine was in my black jacket pocket which was inside of the jacket. It was like we were all in sync as we had pulled them out at the same time and flipped them open, and placed them against the screen door in unison, but I had to lean more forward to reach the screen, and I don't think it touched the screen, but he saw them.

He squints his eyes at them carefully, processing. But he looked convinced. "I already gave my statement to the police," he states, as we retract our badges and put them away. 

"Yeah, listen Ronald, um... just some things about your statement we wanted to get some clarification on," Dean states to Ronald. 

"You read it?" Ronald sounded surprised.

"Sure did," 

"You come to listen to what I've got to say?" Ronald states right after Dean had spoken. 

"Well, that's why we're here," Dean replied, as Ronald cast his gaze to the three of us, before looking back at Dean. 

"Well. Come on in," Ronald states as he push open the screen door, allowing us entry to his home. Sam went in first then Dean and then I. Ronald leads us through a narrow hallway.

"None of the cops ever called me back. Not after I told them what was really going on. Uh, they all thought I was crazy," Ron had lead us through a room and into another one which was much cluttered than the last. This walls in this room was covered with alien photos and holds conspiracy theory paraphernalia. "First off, Juan Morales never robbed the Milwaukee National Trust, okay? That, I guarantee. See, we and Juan were friends. He used to come back to the bank on my night shifts, and we'd play cards," Ronald began to sort through some stuff, as we took in the room, and it was a mess. 

"So you let him into the back that night, after hours," I had asked, but it was more of a statement, but my voice was soft, and I traded carefully.

Ronald's eyes wondered to mine as he stopped leaning to find something. "The thing I let into the bank... wasn't Juan. I mean, it had his face, but it wasn't him face. Uh, every detail was perfect, but too perfect, you know, like if a doll-marker made it, like I was talking to a big Juan-doll," Ronald was a bit on the explanation side of it all, which was a good thing. But he had gathered a file from where he was searching. 

"A Juan-doll?" Sam had asked doubtfully, as he wasn't believing a word that he was saying right now. 

"Look. This wasn't the only time this happened. Okay?" Ronald spoke as he handover a file to Sam. "There was this jewellery store, too. And the cops, a--and you guys, you just won't see it! Both crimes were pulled by the same thing," I had inched forward to peer in-between Sam and Dean to see the file in Sam's hand. It was pretty legit. 

 "What's that, Mr Resnick," Sam spoke with authority in his tone of voice, as he didn't look up from the file. 

My eyes cast up to meet Ron who was bending over to pick up a magazine called 'Fortean Times' as he holds it to his chest. The headline at the bottom reads 'Birth of the Cybermen'. But that was a thing from Doctor Who...

"Chinese've been working on 'em for years. And the Russians before that. Part men, part machine. Like the Terminator. But the kind that can change itself, make itself look like other people," Ronald was very hands on, waving them around, like they were meant to do.

"Like the one from T2," Dean quickly states back, with a smirk on his face. 

"Exactly! See, so not just a robot, more of a, a, a, a... Mandroid," 

"A Mandroid?" Sam still wasn't believing this shit, Ronald was selling. Mandroid's or Cycbermen weren't real, creatures of the night were real, vampires and so on. But Mandroid's. Not a chance...

"And what makes you so sure about this, Ronald?" Dean had asked with a smirk to him, but Ronald holds up his index finger as he smiles a little wildly. 

This was going to be interesting...