Hey people! It's Marissa. Long time no.....blog.

Anyway, today we're out in New Jersey looking for a evidence in a secluded field. There has been what looks to be a serial killer on the loose here lately. The latest victim was found with no hands or face, which matches up with four other bodies found over the past two months with the same m.o. as this one. That's the body wrapped in that red tarp near the third guy on the left. The coroner hasn't arrived yet, so that's where the corpse is gonna have to stay until he orders it removed from the scene.

You can't really tell that we're out in the middle of nowhere because all those vehicles make it look like a Mall parking lot.

I'm not in the picture because I was the one that took the picture. But Bryan is second on the left. Look at him looking all official, dressed in his FBI blacks and cargos.
From this distance no one can tell that he has a hangover the size of Montana. That's the price he has to pay for staying out all night with Hawkins and Newton.
I mean who the hell goes drinking on a Monday night? Well, besides those three.
They showed up in the office this morning at 7am in the same clothes they wore yesterday. Stink!

And to top it off Newton's wife has been calling me all morning asking if he's out on assignment. I told her yes, because the #1 rule is you don't sell out any of your squad members. Be it family, Special Agent in Charge or Director of the FBI, NO ONE gets any info on members of your squad unless you know for a fact that they're either a)Dead or b)Owes you money.
The latter I like to hang over their heads in order to get loans paid back faster. Yes, I'm evil like that.

Anyway, I'm off to go help Bryan before he pukes all over that guy's head and contaminates the scene.
I'll try to keep in touch more often, but with the economy the way it is right now it seems all the wanna-be sociopaths are crawling out the wood works, which means more crime, more crime scenes, more bodies, more suspects, more paperwork and more time chasing down leads. All of which requires more than 24 hours to cultivate. I was supposed to be on vacation next week, but that got pushed back because of this serial killer case. GRRRRR!
Damn serial killers!!

We all have a past that shaped us into the person that we are today.
The experiences, good or bad, weaved themselves into our characteristics and made us into the person we present to the public.
This is Marcus' story.

Read story here------->Smoke and Mirrors-Marcus Story.doc

Marissa reflects on a past incident between her and Marcus.

Read story here:Nothing To Prove.doc

Photo courtesy: http://leslie-marcus.fineartamerica.com/


Marcus Intro-Pt.2

A lot of the new fans have written and asked about the origins of Marcus Grant.
For those diligent enough, I told them where to find the first chapters where he was introduced. But for the rest of fans it just seemed like work to review the past posts in order to find out more about this fascinating man, who always seem to have Marissa tied up in knots.

So for your reading pleasure I will post the chapter links in the days to come(don't say I never did anything nice for you fans).

Here is Part 1: Marcus Introduction

Bryan and Marissa are down in the File Storage Room on the 21st Floor of the Federal Building.

Bryan: What are we looking for again?

Marissa: We need the court reports from the Manashi trial from 2006.

Bryan: And we need this why?

Marissa: Because it ties into the Beckmer-Slate case we’re working on. Can you look in that big white box over there and tell me what it says?

Bryan: Wait....what does a human trafficking case have to do with a corporate fraud case?

Marissa *scrutinizing a file box filled with legal-size manila folders*: You’ll be surprised Anderson at how two unrelated things can add up to be the most explosive thing and the glue that ties all the pieces together.

Bryan: Hmmm....kinda like you and Marcus Grant, right?

Marissa: What? What did you say?

Bryan: You know what I’m talking about here? There’s more to the projected story between you two. You two suck the air out of a room when you’re together. I thought you and Santoni were bad, but you and Grant are far worse. Hey, I think I found the box.

Marissa *walks over to Bryan*: Don’t be ridiculous Anderson. There’s no “story” between Grant and I. I knew him from the neighborhood. We went to high school together, and even back then I hated his guts. It’s no big deal.

Bryan: Yeah right. I was there when you first went to see him, remember? You looked like you wanted to pass out or throw up. Come to think of it, you looked like you wanted to do both at the same time. I’ve never seen that look on your face other than when you’re drunk off your ass. Come on, what are you not telling me?

Marissa: What I’m not telling you is that you are certifiable crazy if you think there’s anything, or was anything going on between myself and Marcus Grant. The man is a criminal. Call me crazy, but somehow I don’t see how a relationship would work between us, given that we’re on opposite ends of the law spectrum.

Bryan: I’ve seen crazier.

Marissa: I bet you have. Now lets see if we’ve got the right box. Holy crap! Look at all these folders! It’s going to take us forever to get through these.


Bryan: You cared about him didn’t you?

Marissa: What? Who?

Bryan: The Easter bunny. Dammit woman! I’m talking about Grant. You cared about him back in the day, and then he did something that fucked it up. Admit it.

Marissa: Drop it Anderson.

Bryan: What did he do?

Marissa: I said drop it. Now, can you stop yapping and start looking at these files? I’d like to get outta here by seven o’ clock tonight. They’re having that thing to celebrate Santoni’s promotion and I don’t want to be late.

Bryan: I forgot about that. You know rumor has it that he asked Julie to move in with him, right?

Marissa: You need to stop listening to office gossip Anderson. You should know better. Remember the one about us having sex in the stairwell at the Hyatt during the Christmas party?

Bryan: Yeah...that was a good one. I was all set to let that one continue too until you ruined it by proving you weren’t even at the party. Sharon Markley was all set to let me hit it after she found out. You know I’ve been after her for a while now. Plus, she envies you.

Marissa *rolling her eyes*: She does not! Does she know how pathetic my life really is?
Sharon Markley is welcomed to you. Lord knows I’ve been trying to pawn you off since you became my partner. Can you grab those two folders at the side there? I think they may be the ones we want. What does the label say?

Bryan: Depositions. And I’m the best partner you’ve ever had. Not to mention the most handsome. Moyner’s a good man, but I figure he had to be to make up for the lack of looks.

Marissa: You’re mean.

Bryan: I’m honest. You should try it. Would save you a whole lot of time from denying that you still have feelings for Grant.

Marissa: I don’t feel anything for Grant.

Bryan: Then you should. It would drive Santoni nuts.

Marissa: Santoni is practically a married man. Didn’t you just say he and Julie were moving in together?

Bryan: I said it was a rumor. You still have time to go claim him.

Marissa: I don’t want to claim him. I’ve moved on.

Bryan: To Grant, right?

Marissa: No! What is with you today? Are you the 3D version of Match.com?

Bryan: I’m just trying to get you laid.

Marissa: Please don’t. I can do that on my own.

Bryan: You’re not doing a good job so far. Paul Campbell from Forensics gets more action than you, and you know he’s like a hundred and twenty years old.

Marissa: I’m fine. Now, can we drop the subject and get on with these files? I swear Anderson sometimes you’re worse than my mother.

Bryan: That's not a compliment.

Marissa: Wasn’t trying to be complimentary.

Bryan: In that case, fuck you.

Marissa *smiling*: Now there’s the Anderson I know and love.

Things are about to heat up as Marissa uses her undercover skills to lure and distract a crime lord. But just when she thought everything was going as planned, Marcus surprises her with some shocking news, and once again she's caught up in the middle.

Caught Up In The Middle-Pt.3.doc

Here's the exciting continuation to Marissa's day-gone-bad saga.

Caught Up In The Middle-Pt.2.doc

I know you guys are dying to see the outfit Marcus picks out for her, so here it is:



The Front


The Back

What started off as a typical day for Marissa quickly morphs into the day from hell, when the two alpha males in her life are paired up together. How will Marissa handle this situation when she's caught up in the middle of it?

Read here and find out: Caught Up In The Middle.doc

Are some things better left unsaid, or is it better to clear the air and know where you stand?

This is the dilemma Marissa faces when faced with the truth and consequences of her past actions.

Unsaid.doc

Here is the long-awaited sequel to the birthday story that had tongues wagging all over the country.

Make A Wish-Part 2.doc

It's Marissa's birthday and the guys want to do something special for her. But will their good intentions be marred by unforeseen events no one but Marissa has control over?

Rated R for smut content and F for a fun read.
Make A Wish.doc

Today is Marissa's 33rd birthday, and even though I know she's going to kill me for shouting her out like this, I really couldn't care less.

I tried calling her to sing the "Happy Birthday" song to her, but I kept getting her voice mail. Let's hope the reason for that was because she was getting some birthday loving(wink, wink).

Hope you have a really great day Mari. You deserve it. And please try not to work late tonight. Go out and have some fun.

Tired, hungry and in no mood to be cordial, how will Marissa deal with a late night visitor? Especially ones bearing "presents".


Cross-Fire.doc

*Bryan watches Marissa rifling through her handbag at a frantic pace*

Bryan: What are you looking for?

Marissa: My Claritin. My allergies are kicking up today. Damn Spring!

Bryan: Do you want me to go out and get you some?

Marissa: No. I bought a new box yesterday. I know it’s somewhere in here.

*Opens random pockets in her handbag*

Marissa: There’s too many damn pockets in this damn bag!

Bryan: I thought that is your favorite handbag.

Marissa: It is....just not right now. I know I put them in here this morning.

Bryan: You want me to go over and ask Stephen if he has any?

*Stares with wide eyes at Bryan*

Marissa: Are you mad? I’m not giving him any encouragement to come over here and talk to me.

*Looks over at Stephen who is laughing to himself as he reads through a stack of papers on his desk*

Marissa: Is it just me or does he seem crazy to you?

Bryan: It's just you. Compare to some of the people I've worked with at other offices, he's completely sane.

*Marissa studies Bryan thoughtfully*

Marissa: Maybe you were the crazy one.

Bryan: Hmmm....that could be true.
*At that moment a loud sneeze erupts from Marissa*

Bryan: Bless you

*Marissa grabs a handful of tissues from her bag and blows her nose*

Marissa: Thank you. I’m dying. My head is about to explode and my eyes feel like they have sand in them.

*Drops head dramatically on desk*

Bryan: Hand over your bag and I’ll take a look.

*Marissa clutches bag to chest*

Marissa: No! Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s improper to look through a lady's purse?

Bryan: Yeah. And? So? She also told me not to date loose women. Did you think I listened to her?

*Marissa stares at Bryan and narrows her eyes*

Marissa: You were dropped on your head as a baby, weren’t you?

Bryan: Either you let me look for the medication or I go across to Stephen. Either way you’re going to end up embarrassed.

Marissa: Have I ever told you how much I hate you?

Bryan: Repeatedly. Now what is it going to be?

*Marissa lets out a loud, long sigh*

Marissa: Fine.

*Throws handbag at Bryan*

Marissa: I’ll take Partner Humiliation for $200 Alex.

*Bryan takes the bag and begins the search for the Claritin.*

Bryan: Jesus! Can you pack any more shit in here? Sheesh! No wonder you can’t find anything.

Marissa: Hey! No commenting on my bag. Just focus on the allergy medicine recovery.

*Bryan holds an object up for inspection*

Bryan: Is this what I think it is? Why do you have a screwdriver in your bag?

*Marissa rolls her eyes at Bryan*

Marissa: You never know when you’re going to need that. I’ve been in situations where that would’ve come in handy.

*Bryan shakes his head sadly and goes back to rummaging in the bag*

Bryan: I don’t even want to know. Is this a roll of duct tape?

*Holds up roll and stares at it incredulously*

Bryan: Please tell me you don’t have midgets in this bag.

Marissa: Ha, ha. Very funny. Give me back my damn bag.

*Lunges for bag*

*Bryan holds bag up in air away from her grasp*

Bryan: Not so fast missy. There’s one object in here I’m curious about.

*Marissa looks at him nervously, hoping he didn’t find the secure cell phone Marcus had given her to use when she needed to contact him. When he gave it to her she had refused vehemently, and questioned him about where he gotten such a phone.

His only answer was: “There are some things I don’t ask you about your job, and I request that you do the same about mine.”

She was about to throw the phone at him when he continued: “I’m sure you don’t want to explain to your boss why you’re talking to the FBI’s most unprosecutable gang leader on the East Coast, and the fact that I’m not even your legal C.I.”

He had a point there.

So, she reluctantly took the phone, but kept it turned off and buried it in a zippable pocket at the bottom of her bag.

Out of sight, out of mind was the philosophy she told herself she was working with.

But unfortunately the more the phone was hidden the more she thought about it. She hadn’t told anyone about the phone and she didn’t intend too. She was not even going to use the phone.
She hoped.
Now Bryan was giving her an odd look and a heavy feeling of dread was beginning to settle in her stomach. She watched as Bryan’s hand went deep into her bag and came out holding a roll of toilet paper.

Relief flooded through her.

That was close.

Bryan: Seriously? You walk around with toilet paper in your handbag?

Marissa: We’re on a lot of stakeouts. You never know when nature may strike. Plus you know how weak my bladder is. I can’t do without going to the bathroom every two hours.

*Bryan puts the toilet paper back in the bag and hands Marissa the box of Claritin and a bottle of water.*

Bryan: You’re scary. And after viewing what’s in your bag I think I’ll take heed to my mother’s advice from now on.

Marissa: So no more loose women?

*Marissa pops out a tablet from the case and swallows it with a gulp of water*

Bryan: I guess so. Now I’m going to have to find looser women.

Marissa: And you say I'm the scary one? Ha!

Here is the continuation to Any Other Night.
How will Marissa respond to Tyler's kiss?
Is there a surprise waiting for her in the wings?
Read the exciting conclusion to this fast paced story.

Any Other Night-Pt.2

Hey everyone! Marissa here. Wow! I haven't been on this site in like.....forever.
Sorry. But it's been crazy in our department lately. So many events happening throughout the city that need our time and efforts. It's like this every Spring, but it still takes a little getting used to.

Anyway, it seems that a lot of you have been asking for pics on what my townhouse looks like. So many events have taken place there so it's only natural you guys would be curious.
So I'm here to give you the guided tour through my humble bode.

First we start off with the building itself. Tada!


I love living here. It's so quiet and calming.It's located close to the main part of the town, and it feels like living in Manhattan if it was situated in Long Island.
The parking lot is to the left of the picture if any of you guys were wondering where I park my Jetta when I'm home.


Next, we move on to the front door


Isn't it nice? This is the same door Tyler always seem to pick the lock on and Marcus knocks on at odd times. The cool design is what caught my eye, and the colour just makes it even more inviting I think. Plus it was on sale. It was one of those close-out thingies.
The plants were a gift from Mrs. Carvallo. She's such a sweetie.

Next we move to the living room



That is one comfy couch. The four drawer side table on the right was a gift from my parents when I had first moved in. The coffee table and the lamp I found at a garage sale. Seems the couple was getting divorced and the wife didn't want any reminds of their life together. See why I'm still single?

Moving on..........
My kitchen


It's small, but it's enough or me to cook in it....when I cook...as I'm rarely home enough. Hard to believe my mother actually cooked a Thanksgiving dinner in there. She has major skills. That's also where (on the counter top) Tyler and I had our first "encounter"
Sigh....the good ole days.

Let's move on shall we?
Here's my bathroom


Here is where I get ready to look like a human being. Getting up at the crack at dawn to make it into the office by 7 o'clock, whilst still trying to not look like a creature from the depths of a murky pond is a feat in and of itself.

Next, my bedroom. Disregard the sheets. I haven't had time to do laundry.


It's very cozy in there. When I get home after a long day all I want to do is fall on it and zonk out until morning. My dad gave me the painting above the bed for my birthday last year. It's a very serene landscape print. Guess he knows that I need as much serenity I can get with my crazy life and all.
I don't have a big bed as you can see. So when Tyler slept on it with me it was a tight fit. He's a big guy. No wonder I woke up tangle up with him. Get your smutty minds out of the gutter people!

So there you have it. My home. Hope that satisfied your curious minds. Now if you'll excuse me I'm expected in an interrogation room. What I wouldn't give to be at home right now. Sigh.

Marissa: I'm not going over there.

Bryan: Why not? You know you're the only one he does anything for on a timely basis.

Marissa: I'm not doing it. Find yourself another sacrificial lamb.

Bryan: But he likes you.

Marissa: So?

Bryan: He likes you ALOT.

Marissa: Hence the reason I'm not going over there. Have you seen the way he looks at me? He's........creepy. Have you noticed the squalor he works in? No one wants to sit near him, hence the reason he's by himself at the back of the office. I've seen some disturbing things before Anderson, but nothing like that.

Bryan: He's just has organization issues. I'm sure if you give him a few pointers and help him clean up his cubicle he won't seem so bad.

Marissa: Don't make me vomit all over you Anderson.

Bryan: Come on Carter. Help your partner out.
I need his help in order for me to get that report to Burger ASAP, and I can't do that without cracking these codes.

Marissa: Then you go make him have a crush on you.

Bryan: I'm not his type.

Marissa: *rolls eyes at Bryan*

Bryan: Okay, how about this? I'll buy you coffee for a week if you do it.

Marissa: Make it a month, and throw in two dinners at Rare and you've got yourself a deal.

Bryan: *lets out loud sigh* Woman you drive a hard bargain. How about coffee for a month and two meals at Applebees?

Marissa: *raises eyebrows* You want those codes like yesterday?

Bryan: *nods*

Marissa: Then I'm holding my original request.

Bryan: *drops head in hands* Okay fine. Rare it is. Now go.

Marissa: Do you still have that mini bottle of vodka taped to the back of your desk?

Bryan: Yeah.

Marissa: Hand it over.

Bryan: What for?

Marissa: Courage Anderson. I am not facing that Pig-Pen man-boy sober.

Bryan: Man-boy? *chuckles* You sure have a way with vocabulary.

Marissa: *stretched out hand* The bottle Anderson.

Five minutes later.......

Marissa: *saunters up to Stephen's desk* Hey!

Stephen: *Spins around quickly in chair and knocks over over-flowing pencil cup* M-m-marissa.....I mean Agent Carter.


Marissa: *tries not to cringe at sight of messy desk and floor around him* Hey Stephen. I was wondering if you could help me with something.

Stephen: *eyes open wide* Of course! What do you need? Here! Sit down.
*removes stack of papers and a moldy sandwich from chair next to his desk*

Marissa: *vomits in mouth a little* No thanks. I'm not staying long.

Stephen: *looks dejected*

Marissa: Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me out with configuring some codes we got off a wire-tap.

Stephen: What kind of code is it?

Marissa: Numerical. *hands folder to him*

Stephen: Right up my alley. *takes folder and scans pages*

Stephen: Hmmm....interesting.

Marissa: Can you decipher anything?

Stephen: *engrossed in file* Maybe. Hard to tell until I'm in it. Looks like it's an Affine Cipher code. What that means is it's a combination of the shift cipher and the multiplication cipher. What we do, is we first multiply the cipher by a "multiplier." We then use a "shift." This is an....."

Marissa: Stephen!

Stephen: Huh?

Marissa: I don't need to know how you do it. I just need you to do it.

Stephen: *looks at her sheepishly* Oops....sorry. Got carried away there for a minute.

Marissa: No problem. When should I come back for it?

Stephen: You don't have to. I'll bring it to you. *graces her with a wide grin*

Marissa: *suppresses shudder* Uummm....I may not be here, but you can give it to Agent Anderson. He'll know what to do with it. Thanks by the way for doing this on such short notice. *smiles sweetly at Stephen*

Stephen: *smiles back, then reaches out and places hand on Marissa's arm* Anything for you.

Marissa: *bites down on lips to keep from shrieking, and takes a step back, dislodging Stephen's hand* Okay then. Bye!

Marissa hurries back to her desk, holding her arm at an awkward angle.


Marissa: Eeeww! Eeeww! Eeeww!

Bryan: What happened?

Marissa: He touched me! Quick! Cut my arm off!

Bryan: What? Stop being a drama queen Carter. The boy is harmless.

Marissa: *searches through desk with untouched arm* Where the hell is it?

Bryan: What are you looking for?

Marissa: The can of Lysol I always keep in here. Where the hell is it?!!!! Shit! Okay. Got it! Here, spray my arm.

Bryan: *shakes head at Marissa while taking can from her* You know you're overreacting right?

Marissa: Shut up and spray! *Holds arm out rigidly*

Bryan: This is insane.

Marissa: How about if I rub my arm up on you? *glares at him*

Bryan: Are you out of your damn mind? *looking at her with wide eyes*
One of us has to live in order to tell the story.

Marissa: Gee Anderson, don't let anyone tell you you're not a gentleman. Now spray the damn thing already. I need my arm so I can shoot you in your leg for making me go over there.

Bryan: In that case...... *takes off running with Lysol can in hand*

Marissa: *fuming* He is sooooooooo dead.

It's a girls' night out for Kat and Marissa. What could these two be getting into now? Hmmmm....

Picky.doc

Marissa agrees to meet her unofficial informant.
Can they be civil towards each other and have an event-free encounter?
Or will it turn out like it always has-explosive and unnerving?



The Meeting.doc