The real life of an American police officer: Winning over others with virtue

Chapter 215 Exceptional Promotion
The FBI is gone.

Not long after, Morrison and Daves also left.

All that was left was the message: "Take a good rest first."

Eric watched the two leave in silence; the matter was far from over.

Because of him, the FBI and the Los Angeles Police Department may have to have a serious talk about the division of interests.

As Eric closed the door, he recalled everything he had asked, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

He could easily see through the FBI's intentions; Agent Cole, who had been in charge of taking notes, kept giving him meaningful glances.

However, it was somewhat surprising that the Los Angeles Police Department protected him like a chick.

Eric shook his head and chuckled as he recalled Daves's expression throughout.

Here, the FBI and the Los Angeles Police Department can be considered two different companies.

So where he goes is entirely up to him.

However, for the time being, he has no intention of leaving the Los Angeles Police Department or changing jobs.

At least not now, because the Los Angeles Police Department treats him quite well.

Moreover, his home is in Los Angeles, so working at the LAPD is quite comfortable; he doesn't have to run around to trigger missions.

If he were to work for the FBI, he would have to be prepared to travel a lot.

Just look at Tifa; even as an assistant, she had to fly to Boston to assist the local police.

"Looks like I still have a bit of a homebody nature," Eric concluded, sitting on the bed and beginning to absorb the information he was currently absorbing.

That's pretty much the end of the matter.

The next step is to make arrangements for him and Tifa.

The so-called paid leave is far from enough.

"But when will the mission be considered complete?" Eric wondered.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, the notification sound indicating that the mission was complete rang in his mind.

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"My mind is clear, it feels good!" Eric lay down immediately.

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Just as Eric had thought, all that remained was to make arrangements for him and Tifa.

What Eric didn't expect was that, with the guidance and assistance of lawyer Morrison, he signed the FBI self-defense certificate.

He and Tifa even received the Sheriff's Award for Citizen's Bravery.

That's why he and Tifa finally met and were put up in the same hotel, waiting to go to the Sheriff's Headquarters in Spottselville the next day to receive the Citizen's Brave Award.

The speed was incredibly fast; Eric felt as if an invisible hand was controlling everything from behind.

It's hard to say whether a powerful figure is behind this.

But it didn't matter to Eric; he had a very clear understanding of his own position.

He was just a passerby.

He was too lazy to investigate further; he had already obtained all the visible benefits.

That evening, Eric sneaked directly into Tifa's room.

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Eric rested his left hand behind his head and his right arm around Tifa, inhaling her delicate fragrance, feeling a sense of peace in his heart.

Tifa did the same; the two of them put everything out of their minds and neither of them spoke.

Both of them knew that tonight would probably be the last night of their road trip.

Not only did Eric feel regretful, but even Tifa was somewhat reluctant to part with him. But plans can't keep up with changes, so they could only adapt.

After a moment of tender cuddling, Eric broke the silence and asked.

"There shouldn't be any media outlets tomorrow, right?"

Compared to him, Tifa's actions were free; she could even provide the FBI with ongoing analysis and action recommendations.

Tifa shifted comfortably and said, "No, this case is a bit complicated. The FBI will oversee the entire process and will only issue official press releases to set the tone."

Eric didn't bother to ask about the cult's origins, since it was over and done with it, and said regretfully.

"Pity."

Tifa raised an eyebrow, puzzled, and asked, "Hmm?"

“My good looks will have to be buried again,” Eric joked.

"You really are something!" Tifa punched Eric in the chest, annoyed. This guy always made jokes out of the blue, regardless of the occasion.

However, this joke changed the atmosphere.

"So how are Jenny, Steve, and Annie?" Eric asked, determined to see things through to the end.

“They have already been arranged to receive psychological counseling from experts, and the FBI will cover the counseling fees. Anri will also receive corresponding compensation.”

“That’s great, a good ending. At least I don’t have to spend any money,” Eric chuckled.

Tiffany rolled her eyes at Eric: "I feel like you have stereotypical and incorrect impressions and views about the FBI."

Eric coughed lightly to cover his guilty conscience. He had read a lot of negative news about the United States in his previous life, so he didn't really trust federal departments.

This is why, during the Rusty Harbor gang incident, he had Tifa hand over the relevant incriminating evidence to someone he trusted.

Tifa paused for a moment: "Most of them are good, at least the members of my group are good people."

Eric smiled and moved his right hand to soothe her, saying, "I don't have any particular opinion about the FBI. I'm just naturally suspicious, it's a bad habit of mine, I always tend to think the worst of everyone."

Okay, let's not talk about that. Let's talk about you. Will you be assigned to the investigation team?

Tifa said apologetically, "I'm sorry, darling."

Because she was tied up and would be very busy, their trip came to an end.

“It’s nothing.” Eric nudged Tifa’s head with his chin and continued:
"Is that all?"

“My supervisor told me that I might receive the Director’s Medal of Merit and the Behavioral Analysis Division’s Outstanding Contribution Award, and he would apply for the bonus for me.” Tifa paused for a moment after saying this.

"I might be promoted from GS-12 profiler to GS-13 behavioral analyst."

Eric paused for a moment. The GS system that Tifa mentioned was a ranking system, a salary and rank standard system for civilian employees in the United States federal government, covering 90% of federal agencies, including civilian positions in the FBI.

Departments like the BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) have extremely high entry requirements, only accepting agents and analysts with a GS-12 or higher who have passed rigorous screening.

Therefore, Tifa, with her dual doctorates in clinical psychology and criminology, skipped the rookie GS-7 to 9 and 11 when she entered the BAU, directly jumping to GS-12, a senior analyst at the same level as a veteran agent.

Tifa has only been in the BAU for a short time, less than a quarter, yet she is already being promoted to GS-13.

This is a promotion that is completely exceptional, and perhaps this is her greatest reward.

It's important to know that the highest GS level is only 15, while GS-13 is already at the level of a supervising agent, possessing the qualifications and ability to lead projects.

The people behind this put in a lot of effort, and I wonder what price they paid.

“Not bad.” Eric’s mind raced, and he patted Tifa on the shoulder with a smile.

"It was all worth it. I don't know where you'll end up in the future."

Upon hearing this, Tifa snuggled closer to Eric and said gently.

No matter what happens to me, I will always be your woman.

(End of this chapter)