Confidential [ON HOLD]

6. When in Need

The Virginian sun hit C.J as soon as she got out of Benjamin's car. The early March wind was a pleasant surprise, considering C.J was sure it would be scorching in Winchester by now. Lush green had washed over the college campus replacing the empty and withered winter trees, proof that it have been seven months since C.J had had been here.

C.J still knew her way around the college campus and buildings where she had been undercover for forty days. She remembered every last detail of that undercover mission—after all; it had been her last one. Because when they finally had a crack in the case, someone informed the local gang that an FBI Agent was undercover tracking their movements. C.J was still sure that someone was Collins or someone from the Meyer's circle.

The gang had set fire to the whole college campus, hoping to burn everything and everyone against them in that area. She was supposed to be killed in that fire, but luckily her backup had been in Winchester. And that's where the rumors of Colby Simpson saving her had started.

"Why are we here?" she asked exasperatedly.

Benjamin didn't stop walking as he said, "This is where you were undercover on your last case, right? Seven months ago, this is where all this started."

He was right. Collins had been her primary operative on that case and after getting out of the fire, he kicked her off the team as her cover was blown. He had failed—someone wanted her dead and she had come out alive.

"Yes," C.J said warily. Too much emotion might get him enthusiastic.

She could visibly see his mood inflate with the small flair of victory when he realized had finally gotten somewhere. Oh, you poor, poor thing. C.J didn't initially imagine that the whole Colby Simpson case was going to be funny, but it certainly made Benjamin more bearable. "Then I presume this is where you met Colby Simpson?" His voice wasn't confident like it always was when solving a case, it was hopeful rather than questioning.

"Yes," she lied. No. Absolutely not.

He smiled a proud smile and let out a content sigh. "Great."

Then he was pushing through the doors of the building and heading towards the administration's office where C.J had been undercover as an employee. She quickened her pace to match his long strides, "You still didn't answer my question, Benjamin. What are we doing here?"

"Solving a case," was his simple answer as he entered the office and talked to the lady on the front desk. The lady told him that if he didn't have an appointment, he couldn't see the Dean. Benjamin looked back at her, silently asking for her to help him with it, but she shook her head. It was his case, not hers.

Blind Spot was beyond civilian clearance, so Benjamin couldn't really use his badge to speed up the process. However, thanks to movies and TV, an FBI officer's badge was recognized by almost anyone in the world. Granted, Blind Spot was the top secret Agency operating in every corner of the world, but it wasn't public. Blind Spot's biggest advantage and disadvantage was secrecy. In public eye, Blind Spot didn't even exist.

So, in public eye, Blind Spot Special Agent: Benjamin Braxton didn't even have a job, much less jurisdiction.

But she wasn't that petty. Shaking her head to herself, she walked into the office. C.J was recognized here—not only for being an undercover FBI Agent, but also for being the employee who had their workplace set on fire. Before dragging her away from her apartment in Quantico, Benjamin had only allowed her to grab the few essentials on the counter—her phone, wallet, house keys and her FBI badge.

C.J held up her badge from behind Benjamin had told her that they needed to speak with the Dean about an urgent matter. When the lady asked why Benjamin didn't have a badge, C.J told her that his was lost. Technically, Benjamin had lost his FBI badge when he took Blind Spot's offer and transferred to their Agency.