"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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"We are all born sexual creatures, thank god, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift."
-MARILYN MONROE-
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THANKFULLY FOR GINNY, THE BAR that Emily had chosen was only a couple blocks over from her townhouse, allowing her to avoid the designated driver detail of the night. For once in her life, Ginny could admit, she did need a drink. Or perhaps five. Even from over twenty feet away, she could hear the noise of the bar, with the door swinging open and shut constantly as patrons entered and exited. She hoped that at least some of the team was already there. She tended to be extremely punctual, much to her embarrassment.
Pushing through the people leaving, Ginny stepped inside the bar, decked out in bright red head-to-toe. Her eyes pursued the crowded room. Thanks to it being a Friday night, the place was packed with all sorts of people, from drunk college students to angry old men drinking off their nine-to-fives. Though it wasn't hard for her to find her friends, who despite their non-Fbi standard clothing, still managed to look a little like federal agents. Morgan and Garcia were dancing together, looking particularly close to outsiders but perfectly normal to the team. JJ and Emily were laughing away at their seats at the bar, backs turned to her and still oblivious to her entrance. Lastly, there was Spencer, who was the only person who noticed the red beacon that was Ginny, step into the bar.
Like in a movie, their eyes locked from across the room, time seemingly slowing as she nervously ran her hands through her curls. Spencer hadn't broken their stare in the few moments she had been standing in the entrance. His eyes taking in every aspect of her incomparable appearance. She stood out amongst every woman he'd laid his eyes upon so far. The matching shades of red complimenting her in such a way that he'd secretly wished she would wear the colour more often. It brought out every unique feature she had, her high cheekbones, tanned skin, and even the blush on her cheeks; both natural and otherwise. Even the deep rich ink of her tattoo stood out, the dazzling design now on full display. He couldn't tear himself away from her, like a deadly siren only drawing him in closer with her looks.
