𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. The two of them still reeling from the feeling that Doyle was watching them. Since Emily stayed the night at Leigh's apartment, they both confided in each other how and why Doyle was after them.
"I was undercover on a deep op in Spain as the chemist and I end up making almost half a million dollars worth of fentanyl... you know who got interested."
Leigh got dressed in a white long sleeve shirt underneath a crème colored vest with matching slacks and a crème colored belt. She wore minimal jewelry again, and left her hair cascading in natural waves down her back. Her gun and holster rested on her hip.
When the two got to headquarters that morning, Emily called Tsia, one of her old contacts from Interpol. She still wanted to keep Leigh in the dark when it came to her friends before the team. And Leigh completely understood that.
As much as she didn't want to be kept in the dark when it came to her friend, she had to respect her boundaries and decisions. She had to trust Emily, that was the only way her relationship with the woman would ever evolve into a true friendship.
Leigh was getting everything set up in the round table room when she heard Emily come in. She was still talking to Tsia about Doyle.
"Lauren Reynolds is dead." Emily said, but Leigh didn't think that she believed it. All she wanted to do was help her as she knew how lonely the world of undercover work could be.
Leigh didn't know what Tsia told Emily, but she had a feeling that it was something along the lines of 'don't worry about it, sweetie. He's not coming after you, or Leigh.' , Leigh would find that hard to believe. But she had to stay on the lighter side of it all.
