"He's the genius with secrets in his eyes
Solving puzzles while I'm chasing butterflies
Can't read his mind, but he's reading mine
In this ballad of the genius, our worlds intertwine"
Pop sensation Liv Rose's glittering career hides a tragic past...
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The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
Oscar Wilde
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Ember Blackwell
Dr. Spencer Reid had spent the last 24 hours consumed by thoughts of the enigmatic blonde singer. Every aspect of the case intrigued him, from Gideon's mysterious relationship with her to the complexities of her persona. There was something about this situation that set his nerves on edge, a nagging feeling that they were missing a crucial piece of the puzzle.
"Hey, Boy Wonder, what's got your brain circuits smoking?" Derek Morgan's voice cut through Spencer's reverie. The older agent had been observing his younger colleague for the past hour, watching as Spencer stared off into space, his long fingers absently tapping against his desk.
Spencer blinked, coming back to the present. "There has to be something she's not telling us," he muttered, more to himself than to Derek. Without further explanation, he stood up abruptly, his chair rolling back as he strode purposefully towards Penelope Garcia's tech lair.
As he entered the room, awash in the glow of multiple computer screens, Garcia swiveled in her chair to face him. "Well, hello there, my beautiful young genius! To what do I owe the pleasure of your absolutely wanted presence?" she chirped, her glasses glinting in the artificial light.
"I need you to open everything you can about Olivia Owens," Spencer said without preamble, his words tumbling out in a rush. "When I asked her about her relationship with Gideon, she responded with vague answers and kept changing the subject. Something's not right."
Garcia's fingers were already flying across her keyboard before Spencer finished speaking. "Maybe she had a crush on him?" she suggested, glancing up at Spencer with a mischievous grin.
Spencer gave her a look that clearly conveyed his skepticism. "That can't be it. She was thirteen by their last meeting. Even if she did have a crush, it would have been a childhood infatuation. Not something she'd try so hard to distract us from now."
"I mean, I would never tell any of you about my crushes from middle schoo--"
"Garcia!" Spencer's exasperated tone cut through her playful tangent.
"Yes! Yes! Sorry, um, cracking down right now," she said, refocusing on her screens. After a moment, her eyebrows shot up. "Ooooh, juicy. Turns out there's definitely something she's trying to hide. Her information is sealed."
"Well, unseal it," Spencer urged, leaning in closer to peer at the monitors.
The blonde tech analyst shot him a mock glare. "Currently unsealing it, Mister Pushy," she retorted, her fingers never pausing in their relentless dance across the keys. "It seems someone really didn't want anyone to find this. As if someone knew exactly how to bury it deep."
