A/N: Another chapter up. :]

Chapter One

Jake

It was that time of the year. When they had to review his file. He sat idly at his desk, relaxed, slouched in his large, black leather chair. He sighed contently, taking a another sip from his pumpkin spice frappucino. His lips pursed into a blissful grin, as he closed his eyes. His one sinful pleasure above all, caffeine pumped up with cups of sugar.

The review process was in fact perhaps one of Jake's favorite times of the year. He spend the time alone, in his quiet office. No one to bother him, just waiting to be processed. Usually he'd leave the office early, go visit his dear mother, then return home for a casual, more importantly quiet, evening spent with his beloved Xbox.

His ocean blue eyes glowed brilliantly in the morning light. His feet propped up on the oak furnished desk, arms cradling his drink, relaxed in his lap. He exhaled a gentle breath, thoughts reeling in his head playing out like a film from the theater. Images, bright and perfect. The sound, crisp and booming.

Jake would recollect on his job. The events that lead him here, and the crazy adventures he had experienced along the way. Joy, excitement, but sometimes, great pain.

He stood back in his old, white-turned-brown tennis shoes. A younger, naïve, version of himself sat quietly on a green cushioned chair, eyes focused on the marble floor. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, he could also still taste a bit of salty blood pooling around the closing gash on his lip. His expression, emotionless. However, in his head, thoughts ricocheted together. He felt like he was going insane.

“Jake Parker?” he heard a soft woman's voice sing.

He looked up, seeing the same young woman who led him to current seat. The same young woman, with long, slender pointed ears. He prayed it was the fact he just got through having the crap beat out of him, and that his stinging eyes were deceiving him.

She smiled, hand placed on his shoulder. His eyes followed her gentle touch. He felt it, she was real, or this was a hell of a dream. A beautiful elf straight out of the Peter Jackson's Blockbuster smash.

His mother mentally slapped him upside the head, he needed to get over the cussing bit.

“How are you feeling?” she inquired, smile fading to concern as her fingers hovered over his eye.

“Did I die?”

She was thrown off by the statement, trying to suppress a chuckle. “What do you mean?”

“Well, either your an angel--” he watched her flush, as if this beautiful creature wasn't used to such compliments. “Or an elf. Or this is a cruel joke, those ears are fake, and I can pretend that what looked like a giant troll that attacked me was just two giant guys in a costume balancing on their shoulders.”

She couldn't keep her laughter in, and let it release in the form of light giggles, her frail fingers covering her rosy lips.

“Or is one of those nerd conventions in town?” his eyes watched as miniature personage wobbled on by. He stared, opened his mouth to say something, then just shook his head.

“I bet this is very confusing for you.” her smile seemed to instantly soothe him. Her hands relaxed on his face, he felt flushed, a warm tingling sensation whirling through is entire body. All his aches were gone, his vision restored. “There, all better?”

“Thanks.” he replied, shocked, feeling his eye. It no longer stringed if he touched it.

A door close to them flew open, and another woman walked out. With wavy, thick, black hair whirling around her shoulders as she paced towards him. A bright yellow banana tied around her forehead, a large golden hoop earring in her left ear, a twisted smile of confidence. Her dress, tight and fitted up top, but a long, frilly skirt, looking like an assortment of different patchworks sown together. She was barefoot, with about three golden bracelets around one ankle. She looked like a gypsy, straight from an old Renaissance carnival.

Maybe one of those nerd conventions was in town.

She stopped in front of him, hands on her whips, flicking her hair out of her olive colored face. That smirk still triumphant. “So, one memory erasing spell?”

Jake turned to the elf woman who was previously helping him. She gazed back at him, seeming hurt. “So, this is actually reality?”

“Yes Jake.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. “I've been drugged. Completely drugged.” The gypsy woman placed her hands on his temples, closing her black eyes, muttering a string of enchantments in gibberish. His eyes connected with the elf again. “Or a dream.” she replied to his skepticism with a sweet smile.

The woman's chanting stopped, and she glared up at him furiously. Before Jake could defend himself, she lopped him over the head. Her hands clinged to his forehead and she dug her long nails into his skin. She started her enchantments again, but continued to glare at him, and the words escaped from her mouth sounded deadly. Again, after a few seconds, she stopped, and screamed a string of hateful words in another language at him.

“What is wrong with her?!” Jake yelled.

“NO! What's wrong with you!?”

“I'm not the drug induced insane woman screaming at me!”

The elf woman, Jake really needed to catch her name, pushed between the two covering both their mouth's.

“Aimee,” she addressed the dark haired wild woman. “What's wrong.”

“The spell isn't working on him!!” she shot a glare at Jake, who turned it.

He was praying at this time she would attack him once again, give him a reason to drag her costume butt to jail.

“It isn't?”

“No Sabina, he's, I'm trying it again!!”

Jake grabbed her arms before they could latch back on to his head. “No you're not!”

“You're saying, he's immune?” Sabina asked, Jake found that too normal to be an elves' name.

“Yes he is!” her threatening gaze had yet to falter. She stuck her tongue at him. “Freak.”

Jake chuckled, taunting her. “Look who's talking.”

Sabina positioned herself between the two one more. Her gazed turned behind her shoulder, and the door Aimee entered from, opened once more. The three stared at a very tall man, in a gray turtle neck sweater. Everything seemed normal about him compared to the other two, other than his short sliver hair. He smiled sweetly at them.

“Good afternoon Mr. Eron!” Sabina greeted. He waved, walked to them.

He knelt down in front of Jake, tall enough to be at eye contact him with. Jake stared into the man's eyes, they to were sliver. His pupils, though thick and black, had a very subtle diamond shape to them.

“How are you feeling Mr. Parker?” he asked, still smiling, his voice deep, very mature sounding for his young looks.

“Confused.”

“I'm not surprised.” his pleasant face turned mildly serious. “Mr. Parker, you're a cop right?”

“Yes I am. Training to be a detective.”

“Very, very admirable.” Eron replied, once again smiling. “How'd you like to save more lives than you already will in your lives?” he paused. “Prevent terrible things usually out of one's control from happening.”

Something about his eyes made Jake feel like he was staring into his soul. Even though it was a vague, simple statement, something about the power in his voice, the conviction in his eyes, were as if he had known Jake, known his reasons, known his past. He hesitated to respond.

“What are you proposing, sir?”

“Become an Agent for me.”

~*~

Jake at the time, didn't know what he had gotten himself into. But something in his gut, screamed yes. He followed that feeling.

Now he was part of a supernatural world. Where elves worked at desk jobs, trolls roamed the streets, vampires preyed at night, and even the most amusing thing, the Loch Ness monster was real. And was in a giant aquarium outside of his office.

A job that was kept secret from everyone. A simple building, a hospital really. For those injured, or the mentally confused. A building, just like any other business with cubicles on every floor. A building, like many with a missing floor.

Floor 13.

The missing floor, where his office was. Where he was a secret Agent, protecting a world against the unseen.