"You don't like me, do you?"
"Wow. Nothing gets past you, Sherlock. Do you keep one of those magnifying glasses tucked away in that little vest of yours?"
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Lydia Beowulf works for the Hostage Response T...
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"Nuh uh. Nope. Absolutely not." Lydia shook her head with her arms crossed over her chest. Everyone in the Atlantic City police department conference room stared at her with pleading eyes.
"Why not?"
"I'm not dressing up as a high-end-hooker to be Reid's security detail!" She reasoned with a raised voice.
The case was straightforward. Someone was beating people to death and leaving eight one dollar bills around their bodies, stealing whatever was in their wallets. They profiled he was a gambler, and with the most recent murder, and the theft of fifty grand, they knew his next move. An exclusive poker game with the exact same buy in.
Rossi offered to pay for it, but hesitantly agreed to let Spencer be the player for the night. He had been banned from every casino in Vegas for his excellent card counting abilities. So it only made sense.
What didn't make sense, was trying to convince Lydia of all people to go with him.
She had just walked in with a coffee when everyone in the room turned to her. Little did she know the scheme they were plotting.
"They're going to know if he has a wire on him because of metal detectors. We need you to go in as back up." JJ implored, batting her eyelashes. "Having two sets of eyes in there can help narrow things down faster and safer. "
There was merit in the excuse. Most of the people attending and participating in those kinds of things had an attractive lady accompanying them. As if they were a prize. Lydia had no clue how she could even possibly fit into that category, but she supposed she was the last to vote on who would be up to the plate.
The brunette pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why can't you or JJ do it?"
Emily raised her eyebrows and began her spiel. "Well I'm not exactly as young as spry as I used to be—"
"You're only like—" Lydia counted on her fingers, "Nine years older than me."
"Not the point. And JJ will be here with the rest of the team searching for new leads." Emily explained, the rest of the team sat back and watched the convincing commence. Lydia replied with an annoyed groan.
She knew that their excuses were bullshit. She was the newest member, and therefore got the brunt of the load.
"Even if I did do it, which I'm not saying I will, I don't have anything to wear. And I'm pretty sure a shopping trip isn't in the cards for us. Pun intended." Lydia gestured to her blue jeans and burgundy sweater that screamed comfort. Something that wasn't exactly what an escort would wear.
Rossi scoffed from further down the table, his eyes crinkling at the corners from his sly grin. "We are in a police station in Atlantic City, I'm sure we can find something hooker-like lying around."
