Natasha watched as he moved around the room and looked over everything. How he examines everything carefully. She’s impressed when he can see it is not a serial killer, of course, it’s fairly obvious if you’re not excited for the prospect of a serial killer. It wasn’t a large town, and things probably got boring.
She noticed how detailed he is in her search of the body, looking at the victim’s hair and clothing. He was meticulous.
“Well, at least there’s one person here who realizes what this is,” she said. She was about to answer him and tell him exactly who SHIELD was and why they had jurisdiction over the FBI when her phone. buzzed. She furrowed her brows and pulled it out of her pocket, reading the text from Fury.
I want you to work with FBI Agent Graham.
Natasha stared at the text. Was this a joke? She frowned deeply, knowing that Fury didn’t joke. She sighed and pushed her phone into her pocket. She hated working with FBI agents, they never ended up working well with her and then there was just an even bigger mess to deal with. “Stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division,” she told him. “I’m Agent Natasha Romanoff. I’ve just had word from my Director that we’re to work together. I’m sure you’ll receive a similar message shortly.” Fury never let things sit for too long like this. Especially when there was a job to do.
He is silent as she explains the full name. Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. That must be a handful to remember. No wonder they chose to shorten it. The name rings no bells to the profiler and he makes a tab to look them up the next time he has time on his hands.
“Special Agent Will Graham,” He says as she introduces herself. His eyes are still fixed on the body in front of him, but he makes a small inclination of his head in her general direction to acknowledge her. He frowns when she mentions working together, wanting to tell her that he does not work well with others, especially those he does not know and that she should just tell her director to let the FBI work on the case when his phone rings. Reluctantly, he peels off a bloodied glove and reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, swiping it open. He reads the message.
[text: Jack Crawford] Graham, we’ve gotten word from a Nick Fury of SHIELD that one of his agents is to work with you on this case. She should be with you now. Try not to scare her off.
He rolled his eyes at the text and almost laughs at the name of the director. Nick Fury. How bizzare. He pockets his phone once more and finally straigtens up out of his crouch and turns to face the agent. He studies her face momentarily, taking in the expressions and posture, but always avoiding the eyes, and reading into those. She is Russian, but has no accent; been away from home a long time, then. She has some authority with the way she holds herself and the way she speaks.
[ Help me ] find some evidence
That may require me to be s o c i a b l e
“I’m going to need a background check on Anita White,” He says, voice stiff (he clearly doesn’t want to do this) as he finally takes in his surroundings. “She’s on the run from something – there’s hardly anything in this house, so she moves frequently and quickly. This stop was only temporary – but she wanted it to be permanant.” He notices picture frames on cabnets, blankets thrown on couches, shoes layed out in the front hall instead of in closets and in boxes; little things that show that the late Anita White had begun to settle into the house when she was murdered.
“She thought she was safe, so she stopped running. She let down her defenses, and now she’s payed for them.”
His attention returns to the wound in her chest. “Her killer was in a hurry. Probably not the usual person to run these errands. He wanted the job finished. She has some agility and manages to dodge the first bullet, but he is quick to kill her the second time – damaged pride, no doubt. A marksman who misses his mark is hardly a marksman."