Learning Curve
Chapter 3- The Challenge
A/N: Hmm...I'm cold.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
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The first day went quickly, with the two students settling in well. Elliot practically followed Eames around with a pen and paper, jotting down notes and anything relevant. Goren and Armelle on the other hand, ignored each other's presence and did nothing but stay in their own little worlds. She listened to Matchbox 20, and he revised previous case notes. The next two days were just as un-eventful.
"What about if the blood is splattered from a 90 degree angle?" Elliot asked Eames. She pulled out a diagram.
"It looks more like this, as opposed to the shape of the 40 degree. See the difference?" she pointed. Elliot smiled, nodded and copied the shapes into his book. She smiled cheekily at Goren, who was giving her daggers. Why couldn't he get the smart one? She left the student and made her way to Goren.
"Not doing anything huh?" she asked. He smiled sarcastically.
"No. Why did you get the good one?" he asked. They looked at Elliot who was still copying out the diagrams.
"Why, she not good enough?" Eames asked. They looked at Armelle, who was reading the newspaper, earphones still in place.
"I haven't really spoken to her. She doesn't seem to care." He sighed and looked hopelessly at the girl. She looked bright, but just didn't have the willpower to do anything.
"Well I guess we'll be seeing Elliot in that paper one day," Eames said, about to turn away.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Goren jumped in. She folded her arms and looked at her partner.
"I mean I bet you that Elliot will become a great detective."
"What? And Armelle won't?" Goren said. Eames thought a minute, and then pulled up a chair beside him.
"If at the end of two weeks she knows more that he does, then I'll be prepared to say she'll be a great detective some day," she challenged him.
"Alright. But I must warn you, there is more to being a great detective than theory," he said extending his hand. Eames shook it.
"Ok then. I look forward to presenting the best young female detective since...well...you," he said smiling. She smiled and turned away.
"Flattery gets you nowhere Mr. Goren." He laughed and looked over at his student. He breathed in deeply, stood up, adjusted his tie, and approached her. He pressed Stop on the Discman and sat on her desk.
"I assume you want something," she said without looking up.
"We are going to learn," he informed her. She looked up at him, flicking the hair from her face.
"Oh are we really? And what will you be teaching me?" she said taking her thin framed glasses off.
"How to be a detective."
A/N: Hmm...I'm cold.
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
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The first day went quickly, with the two students settling in well. Elliot practically followed Eames around with a pen and paper, jotting down notes and anything relevant. Goren and Armelle on the other hand, ignored each other's presence and did nothing but stay in their own little worlds. She listened to Matchbox 20, and he revised previous case notes. The next two days were just as un-eventful.
"What about if the blood is splattered from a 90 degree angle?" Elliot asked Eames. She pulled out a diagram.
"It looks more like this, as opposed to the shape of the 40 degree. See the difference?" she pointed. Elliot smiled, nodded and copied the shapes into his book. She smiled cheekily at Goren, who was giving her daggers. Why couldn't he get the smart one? She left the student and made her way to Goren.
"Not doing anything huh?" she asked. He smiled sarcastically.
"No. Why did you get the good one?" he asked. They looked at Elliot who was still copying out the diagrams.
"Why, she not good enough?" Eames asked. They looked at Armelle, who was reading the newspaper, earphones still in place.
"I haven't really spoken to her. She doesn't seem to care." He sighed and looked hopelessly at the girl. She looked bright, but just didn't have the willpower to do anything.
"Well I guess we'll be seeing Elliot in that paper one day," Eames said, about to turn away.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Goren jumped in. She folded her arms and looked at her partner.
"I mean I bet you that Elliot will become a great detective."
"What? And Armelle won't?" Goren said. Eames thought a minute, and then pulled up a chair beside him.
"If at the end of two weeks she knows more that he does, then I'll be prepared to say she'll be a great detective some day," she challenged him.
"Alright. But I must warn you, there is more to being a great detective than theory," he said extending his hand. Eames shook it.
"Ok then. I look forward to presenting the best young female detective since...well...you," he said smiling. She smiled and turned away.
"Flattery gets you nowhere Mr. Goren." He laughed and looked over at his student. He breathed in deeply, stood up, adjusted his tie, and approached her. He pressed Stop on the Discman and sat on her desk.
"I assume you want something," she said without looking up.
"We are going to learn," he informed her. She looked up at him, flicking the hair from her face.
"Oh are we really? And what will you be teaching me?" she said taking her thin framed glasses off.
"How to be a detective."