"Whatcha doing boy genius?"
"Just admiring the view."
"Oh really, you know most people have to pay to see this. Or at least take me out to dinner first."
"Actually, that painting behind you is an original Nicolas Poussin from either 1635 or 1636. Di...
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['Passion is the genesis of genius' - Galileo Galilei]
***
"It's finally over!" Ivie gleefully said, before slumping to the cold concrete below.
Honestly, she wasn't quite sure where she had ended up. Her team was doing a sweep of an abandoned warehouse along the London river bank when their suspected perpetrators fled. Almost forty-five minutes later her adrenaline had been completely drained from the chase.
"You climbed that wall like it was on your route to work, damn newbie."
Ivie had to look up to see the head of her team because at this point she was so tired that she was actually lying on the floor. She was a pretty, tall-ish woman with dark yet shining eyes and thick dark hair flowing to her shoulders with a secure block fringe that Ivie was convinced was glued to her forehead.
"What can I say... maybe if my parents were going to get so mad at me for climbing trees they shouldn't have named me after a plant that climbs. Anyways what should we do now, boss?"
"Please... I... ugh, we need to get these guys into the interrogation rooms stat."
"Yes boss" Ivie said with a chuckle, knowing the formality annoyed the one in charge, as she peeled herself off the floor.
Despite no words being said between the pair Ivie could tell that her boss was rolling her eyes as they walked away from the scene with the two suspects in tow.
"Please just call me Emily, now come on let's go"
***
Ivie Evans was a little startled when she woke up in a slightly unfamiliar place. The 28-year-old from the south of England was, almost laughably stereotypically thirsty for a cup of tea (english breakfast tea of course). Considering the circumstances, having a dream about one of her first cases with Emily was quite fitting. Maybe it was because Emily had been oh so gracious and given her the key to her old apartment near Quantico (with strict instructions that she could use it for as long as it took her to find somewhere else), or because she was the one who gave Ivie a referral to the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI. Honestly, it probably would have been weirder if Emily hadn't appeared in her dreams. She knew that today was the day of her interview but the sky seemed a bit lighter than she was expecting, crossing her fingers she turned to the clock that sat next to the bed.
"Less than an hour, oh shit"
Scurrying to put on clothes she had luckily remembered to put out the night before and grab all the documents she needed, Ivie rushed out the door, heading straight for the garage. Almost tripping on the steps, she rushed into the underground garage of the apartment complex and then realised, she couldn't exactly remember what the rental car she had been given looked like. Still partially running she just pressed the unlock button of the car key hoping it would make a loud noise or flash the lights to catch her attention.
