Learning Curve
Chapter 2
A/N: This chapter is a bit short, but oh well!
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Can't claim them.
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By late afternoon, Elliot and Armelle had settled in. Elliot's desk was tidy and everything in place. His pens were separated into different tins according to colour; paper was stacked according to size and computer discs in a small box next to his laptop. It was all arranged so everything was symmetrical – like he had an obsessive-compulsive need. Goren thought about it for a minute, and then looked at Armelle's desk. It wasn't as neat as Elliot's, with all the pens in one box, only one small pad of paper, her laptop, and a few books. Eames and Elliot were over at the coffee machine chatting away, while Goren and Armelle sat in silence awkwardly.
"So, what are we suppose to do for the next two weeks?" she asked. Goren leant his chin on his hand.
"I don't know. Maybe we should have some practise walking in those big shoes. Then I think a juggling lesson is in order," he said smiling. Armelle smiled back, but was thinking 'great, I'm stuck with this idiot!" Another 10 minute awkward silence followed, then Armelle decided to ask about what they'd really be doing.
"So, do we get to go to real crime scenes and stuff?" she asked. Goren thought a moment.
"I don't know. They can be pretty gruesome sometimes, and believe me, it's not something a young person should see," he said. In all honesty, he thought even he sometimes couldn't cope. He just had the ability to push them aside.
"Well when I was at my uncle's farm we had to kill a cow," she said matter- of-factly. Goren paused.
"What did you do with it?" he asked. Armelle couldn't believe he had asked such a stupid question.
"We ate it! What else would we have done with it?" she said. He shrugged.
"So you actually saw that?" he confirmed. She nodded. "And you were ok with it?"
"Uh huh. Maybe not my favourite sight in the world, but didn't bother me. So does this mean I can go to a crime scene?" she asked getting back to the point.
"Uh, yeah I guess if you've seen a cow being slaughtered, you can stomach anything," he said. "But don't blame me if you have nightmares," he added, just to be on the safe side. She tilted her head.
"Would I ever do that to you?" she asked innocently. He eyed her suspiciously.
"I don't now, I've only known you a few hours," he said. She smiled.
"Maybe you're smarter than I gave you credit for," she said, walking towards Eames and Elliot.
"Hey!" he said, realising what she had said. He smiled to himself. Such a charming young lady...not.
A/N: This chapter is a bit short, but oh well!
Disclaimer: Don't own them. Can't claim them.
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By late afternoon, Elliot and Armelle had settled in. Elliot's desk was tidy and everything in place. His pens were separated into different tins according to colour; paper was stacked according to size and computer discs in a small box next to his laptop. It was all arranged so everything was symmetrical – like he had an obsessive-compulsive need. Goren thought about it for a minute, and then looked at Armelle's desk. It wasn't as neat as Elliot's, with all the pens in one box, only one small pad of paper, her laptop, and a few books. Eames and Elliot were over at the coffee machine chatting away, while Goren and Armelle sat in silence awkwardly.
"So, what are we suppose to do for the next two weeks?" she asked. Goren leant his chin on his hand.
"I don't know. Maybe we should have some practise walking in those big shoes. Then I think a juggling lesson is in order," he said smiling. Armelle smiled back, but was thinking 'great, I'm stuck with this idiot!" Another 10 minute awkward silence followed, then Armelle decided to ask about what they'd really be doing.
"So, do we get to go to real crime scenes and stuff?" she asked. Goren thought a moment.
"I don't know. They can be pretty gruesome sometimes, and believe me, it's not something a young person should see," he said. In all honesty, he thought even he sometimes couldn't cope. He just had the ability to push them aside.
"Well when I was at my uncle's farm we had to kill a cow," she said matter- of-factly. Goren paused.
"What did you do with it?" he asked. Armelle couldn't believe he had asked such a stupid question.
"We ate it! What else would we have done with it?" she said. He shrugged.
"So you actually saw that?" he confirmed. She nodded. "And you were ok with it?"
"Uh huh. Maybe not my favourite sight in the world, but didn't bother me. So does this mean I can go to a crime scene?" she asked getting back to the point.
"Uh, yeah I guess if you've seen a cow being slaughtered, you can stomach anything," he said. "But don't blame me if you have nightmares," he added, just to be on the safe side. She tilted her head.
"Would I ever do that to you?" she asked innocently. He eyed her suspiciously.
"I don't now, I've only known you a few hours," he said. She smiled.
"Maybe you're smarter than I gave you credit for," she said, walking towards Eames and Elliot.
"Hey!" he said, realising what she had said. He smiled to himself. Such a charming young lady...not.