You guys are awesome! This is just part one of chapter 3, I mean it's totally not split into 2 parts cause I have writers block. Haha nope not at all. Hope you like the chapter! Remember I really appreciate you guys!

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her bright blonde hair was a giant contrast to the dark walls of her bathroom.
She smiled. Then narrowed her eyes at the oddness of it.
Normal people smile, she thought.
That's all she wanted, normality.
No, needed.

She smiled again.
Then she tried a smirk.
Then a grin.

She decided to stop for now.

She opened her medicine cabinet and stared.
Normality equals being around people.
That meant medicine: Xanax, Valium, Klonopin , Ativan, Anafranil ,or Serax.

She thought of how they had her on so many more when she was younger. She shuddered at the thought, who puts a child on so much medicine?

Xanax, she chooses for today. It usually helped the most.

After downing 2 pills and a glass of water, there was a knock on the door.
She flinched then sighed.
Normality.

She made her way to the door. Another knock.
Deep breath.
She unlocked it .Just turn the knob.
Another knock.
Hand on door knob.
Okay, turn.

"Finally."
Her eyes widened, hat guy.
"And before you ask. Sylvester tracked your phone. Something about not returning a text."
A text? Tracked phone? What the hell?
Her eyes stayed widened. She didn't even know where her phone was.
"Oh also, Sylvester's getting wipes. You know germs."
Deep breath.
"What the hell?" was all she could manage.

"I'll let Sly explain when he gets here." He walked past her into her apartment.
"Blue prints. Hmm." Toby picked them up and looked over them.

"A toy car?"
Deep breath.
" It's for one of my clients."
"Clients?"
" I have a website; people email me what they want. I build it. They pay me. No face to face required."
" Anyone ever asks for a bomb?"
"Not that I can remember."

Okay that was a lie, once. She didn't respond and she tracked the IP address(destroyed). She always thought it was a FED testing her site to make sure she wasn't a terrorist.

He narrowed his eyes at her.
"What? Do I look like a terrorist?"
He looked her up and down much to her discomfort.
"No, more like a hipster cheerleader."

Then there was a knock at the door.
Finally.

She opened the door to see a nervous Sylvester with gloves and wipes.
She wanted to hug him.
He saved her from more awkward questions.
Was that normal?

She pushed the questions away and the urge and let him in.

"Well last night you never texted me back. I thought you might have gone to sleep so I let it go. But then you never texted me back this morning, now its 10:47 (am). Then all these possible outcomes started going through my mind. Kidnaping. Panic Attack. Even murder."

While rambling he wiped down every surface in her living room.( A coffee table and office desk)

She wanted to laugh and hug him and tell him he's adorable but she's fine.
When she was around him thoughts like that always popped in her head, she didn't know why but they did.

She allowed herself to smile. A natural one, not like in the mirror.
"I'm fine. I just don't know where my phone is."
He looked at her, stopped cleaning and smiled back.

" You guys sure are adorable , but Sly we have to go."

Toby said looking up from his phone.
"What's going on?"
"Robbers ,hostages. Tell you more in the car. Come on."

They were about to leave, she was frozen.
What would a normal person do?
Let them go.
Okay, what would a normal genius do?
Help.

"Wait, I'm coming to." She grabbed her keys and Xanax, and followed them out.
"What about people?"
She shrugged. Normality.
Well genius normality.

"So, Walter texted. Apparently there's been a break in at Union Bank. The robbers somehow put the bank on complete shutdown. The police suspect they have a underground tunnel of sorts to get out with the money."

Toby explained as they made their way to the warehouse.

"So Scorpions job is to hack into the bank, shut off the emergency lockdown and save the hostages?" She suspected.
"And find the underground tunnel. Then the rest is for the FEDS."

She was surprisingly calm, maybe because she was sitting next to Sylvester, probably.

She found herself staring at him from the corner of her eye.
Studying how his glasses sat on his nose or how his hands tapped on his lap.
How his hair puffed at the top.
She smiled.

Toby coughed.
She looked away with wide eyes.
He looked at her in the mirror and winked.
Busted.