Post "Pilot." Missing scene. Gen.
Olivia was still reeling from the events of the last few days, not the least of which was her sudden change of status within the Bureau.
Special Agent-in-Charge Broyles' attitude shift had been abrupt. He'd gone from that sarcastic "honey," which still rankled, to asking-demanding-that she join his hunt for something called the "Pattern." It was a tempting package: a special assignment, corresponding pay bump, top-secret clearance she'd never sought after. Catching bad guys was really all she'd ever wanted. But after what she'd seen...
A week ago, she would have said it was all crazy. Now... Now, if she was going to do this, she needed to know that her boss had her back.
The plethora of forms she had to fill out provided an adequate excuse to stop by his office in person. She dropped the papers on his desk and waited until he raised his head to acknowledge her.
"You seemed to have reservations about my involvement, when we first met," Olivia said, not bothering to sugar-coat the issue. "I wanted to make sure that was no longer the case."
Broyles leaned back in his chair and looked at her, his expression impenetrable. "The job offer wasn't enough?"
"I'd like to know why you changed your mind. Sir."
He watched her for a moment, then nodded once. "Because I didn't want to believe that my friend was capable of what he'd been accused of. But I very quickly saw what you were capable of, your determination and integrity, and it became obvious that one of you was mistaken. Or outright lying." His lips thinned. "And it was equally obvious which one it was.
"Is that all?"
It clearly was enough. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," Olivia said, and made her getaway before she provoked another attitude shift.
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