"You never know your limits until someone comes along to test them."
Georgiana Monroe had spent four long years undercover in the biggest Chicago crime syndicate; The Belarussio Family. Two years out, Ginny is still riddled with trauma and guilt ove...
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"There is only one happiness in this life, to love and to be loved."
-GEORGE SAND-
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"HOW DID THE TWO SMARTEST PEOPLE get stuck going through the victim's stuff," Ginny groaned, digging through her fifth box, "Why did this guy own so much stuff?"
Spencer huffed, "Do you ever stop asking questions?" The lack of professionalism he had around her, infuriated Ginny to no end. All she wanted was to have a normal working relationship but he refused to let her in.
Determined to not let it get to her, Ginny continued the conversation business as usual, "So the UnSub has to be tied to the school somehow right? I mean it only makes sense, this feels personal," They case had taken them to Boise, Idaho, investigating a copycat bomber, mimicking the bombing that devastated a high school 10 years prior, "Killing the principal feels personal."
Spencer continued to give her the cold shoulder, his back fully turned to her. It wasn't meant, at least in his mind, to be a negative gesture; In fact, he only was doing it so he wouldn't stare at her. The infatuation his mind had with her was infuriating to no end, an infuriation he was fighting to control, "It could be a Randy Slade groupie celebrating his hero," He finally said, deciding to stick to only casework as a means of conversation, "He taped nails to the exterior of the bomb, specifically to rip open the flesh."
"A sadistic detail of Slade's that he copied," Ginny finished for him, forcing him to glance at her. The cold look he shot her only added to her irritation, "That's too much self-control for a groupie to have though, he tricked the principal into blowing himself up."
Even Spencer could admit her intelligence rivalled his, "But someone with an axe to grind against the principal would, maybe he's a surrogate for his tormentors in high school he can't punish?" He posited, taking a reluctant moment to observe her digging through the boxes. Undeterred by her work clothes, Spencer noted her odd regal aura. The way she moved was so elegant and classy, delicate even, "Who were yours?" He said, his voice moving quicker than his mind. He kicked himself for opening up the casual discourse.
