+18 eps. 17-21 - After a hard case that takes the team to DC in order to catch a blackhat and prevent a bombing, all hell breaks loose on their return to Boston , when the ghost of the Libra killer comes back to torture Brock seven years after the m...
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At noon, when everything was ready and running, Gillian set six-hour shifts to keep their watch, and sent Kurt, Hank and Fred to their hotel.
"Why do I have to be back in two hours, if they're coming back only at six?" argued Kurt.
Gillian expected it, but anyway needed to breathe deep. "Because you're our only available tech and I need you here."
"And who's taking the night shift, then?"
"Me. With you."
"What!? You want me to come back by two and stay here until tomorrow!?"
"Didn't see you around last night when T stayed here working."
Gillian held his eyes at the brink of a death glare, inviting him to object. But Kurt knew better, so he sighed and left, head low and burdened shoulders. Ron and Aldana scoffed at Gillian's snort.
"He never learns, huh," said Ron. "Here, Reg, grab some pizza."
"Thanks." She dropped herself onto a chair with them. "I'd kill for a beer, though. And jeans. And sneakers." She sighed and nodded at the screens. "Show me how this works, lads."
Ron laughed and patted her shoulder. "It's gonna be a long night!"
Hours crawled by. Kurt came back in time, with his best martyr attitude, and sat to work in complete silence. Cooper called about five. No news from Portland, but she wanted to know how they were doing in DC.
"Ma'am, would it be okay if I take a couple of days off when this is over?" asked Gillian after finishing her update, as she strolled down the hall.
Back in Boston, Cooper frowned at her words. "What is it, Gillian? Should I process your transfer to DC?"
Gillian's scoff worked better than a thousand words to calm Cooper's suspicion. "I'm afraid not, ma'am. I just wanna give my son a chance to see around. He's been working non-stop since we got here."
"Oh. Well, of course. Is your team staying too?"
"No, no, just me. I just need two personal days."
"Okay." Cooper didn't mean to say anything else, but her instinct didn't agree. "And let me know if you need any help."
Gillian couldn't but smile, and her voice reflected it. "Thank you, ma'am. I will." And she meant it. If the Libra copycat thing went on, she'd need to bring it to Cooper sooner than later.
She disconnected and found herself at the other side of the sixth floor. She hadn't been there before, and gave in to her curiosity. So she strolled past a staff kitchen, and had a glimpse of the large office at the end of the hallway, where the glass doors read, "BAU". Was that the place where Brock had worked for over ten years?
Halfway to the BAU, she found an office, and the discreet sign on the door caught her attention: "SSA D. Brockner". Her stupid little smile showed up at it, and her feet didn't consult her to pause.
"Gillian?"
Somehow she managed not to jump, trip on her high heels and fell on her butt. However, in a split second her ears reached the right temperature to melt iron as she turned around. To face Brock's questioning scowl.
"Agent Brockner..." she muttered. "I'm sorry, sir, you startled me."
"I'm sorry, didn't mean to. Can I help you?"
Gillian frowned, then got it—she was standing right outside his office. The walls across the hall cracked at the heat her ears radiated. "Oh, no, thanks! I just took a break and thought to explore a little."
"So no news, yet."
"No, sir."
For some reason, her usual distance of two-arm's length bugged him today. So he pointed with his thumb over his shoulder. "We can grab a coffee, and then I can show you around. If you want."
Gillian was able not to grin and clap like a complete idiot twice in a row. Once at his invitation. And then again when he smiled back at her.
