—Spencer's POV—
———After getting back from the airport———At the BAU———
It's really late so I decide not to text Ivy, even though I'm dying to know if she got the part on the team.
I was already positive that she passed.
I walk over to my desk, and sit down to finish the case reports.
Everyone is back at their desks.
"Hey, Hotch?" Morgan pipes up.
"Yes, Morgan?" Hotch replies.
"Do you know the name of the new agent?"
"Possibly." Hotch smiles.
"Well?"
"That's a surprise for tomorrow."
"Okay, I see what you're doing." Morgan jokes.
"Can you at least tell us the gender?" I ask.
"It's a girl." Hotch replies.
"Girl Power!" Emily exclaims. Giving JJ a high five.
I smile. There's usually only up to 20 girls a year who take the exam, so the odds would usually be 1 out of 100. But since Ivy has an IQ of 172, the odds would be more closer to 146 out of 200.
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The Next Day
No POV
Ivy's alarm clock goes off. She groans as she slaps her hand around on her night stand, trying to find her alarm clock.
Ivy sighs and sits up in her bed and stretches. She smiles to herself and slides out of bed.
She walks over to her dresser and starts to put on the outfit she laid out the day before.
Dark grey dress pants, with a loose, black low-V shirt.
She goes to the washroom and lightly curls her hair, that flows over her shoulders. She applies a neutral makeup look, and heads to the kitchen.
—Texting Chat—
Ivy League- Meet me at the cafe.
Boy Genius- As long as you tell me how the exam went.
Ivy League- Fine.
Boy Genius- Meet you there.
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——At the cafe——
I walk into the cafe and take a quick look around to spot Spencer waiting for me at a table.
I strut towards him in my new professional look.
"Someone looks professional." He smirks.
I twirl in my spot. "You think?" I confidently smile.
"You- you look great." He stutters. "Anyway, I know you passed-"
I sit in the chair across from him. "I'm assuming you calculated it?"
"You know me so we'll."
"Is this mine?"
"Just the way you like it."
