Lola's P.O.V.
I did actually follow Rossi's advice and learned some psychology. I was in for the long run, they seemed to like me, and I wanted to join them. I had no family on the outside anyways. The ones I had was a bunch of criminals. But after witnessing what that man made those children do, I reconsidered my own past. I might have done some bad things, but I would rather help these people rid the world of those bastards. I was so in this book I forgot everything about time and place. It was actually nice, considering where in the world I was at the moment. It was an intro to behaviourism that Rossi had given me. I started trying to profile the people I was around. At dinner with the guards, any chance I got really. I imagine that it was good practice for me to do that. Honestly it was just fun trying to guess they mental state, and the little twitches about them. I had always been good at reading people and finding their motives so I just added a little extra flare to it. On a Wednesday the guard picked me up early in the morning. I had time to change here today which I gladly did, anything to get out of the uniform. He cuffed me and sat me in the back of a car.
I was driven into town, we stopped in front of a big story building. I looked at it in amazement. I stopped when I got out of the car to just look at the wondrous building in front of me. How I had missed civilisation. It was marvelous.
The officer put me out of my daydream tapping my shoulder, I nodded and we walked inside. I was given an ID badge at the entrance along with a cellphone, and the anklet. The officer uncuffed me and JJ came down to escort me up to the bullpen. She showed me to a desk in front of Reid who was flipping pages like it was the only thing in his life that mattered to him. I greeted him and got a mm and a small nod out of him. He did not even look up from the pages. I looked at him confused. Everybody always liked me. How come he did not seem to like me? Maybe he was just like this with everyone. Plus he had seemed nice on the plane. And he was the only one who was my age. I put my feet up on the table relaxing. Morgan walked over and threw a file on my desk.
"You may just be a con but you have to do some reports like the rest of us." He said smirking.
I groaned and pushed my feet off of the desk. I sighed and opened the file, I started filling out the parts I understood. Some part were very much confusing, I marked them with a star to just do it later.
I spent what felt like hours starring at these reports. I only understood half of it. These were so stupid, and I felt like it was taking me forever to fill these out. Finally it happened.
My face hit the desk as a sign of defeat. I groaned as a sign of my impending frustration.
I could hear some people chuckle around me, but I did not care, I was annoyed and practically sent back to being a teenager being asked to do homework or something. Something hit the table and I looked up frowning. Morgan hat put a cup of what smelled like coffee on the table beside me. I smiled a little and he chuckled.
"You know this is just 3 out of the 5 reports you have to write per case." He said.
My face hit the desk once again and he chuckled patting my back in a comforting manner. I looked up again and sighed. One good thing came out of this. I took a sip of the coffee and could not wait to once again taste the sweet. I frowned as I actually tasted the coffee. Then again how was Morgan to know how I took my coffee? I went to the break room and went back to the bullpen carrying sugar caps. He chuckled at me seeing me with the sugar packs but I just raised my eyebrows.
"What? I was 16 sometimes posing as a business woman to scope out places, I had to drink coffee but I had to do something to numb the bitterness" I said and he chuckled once again.
I went back to my seat and poured some sugar into my cup. When it was ready I took a sip of it and smiled. That was more like it. I left the rapport questions I had left unanswered for later. If I was going to ask for help I might as well get them all out at once.
I spent the remainder of the day working on these damn rapports. It was horrible, I hated doing paperwork. It sucked.
One by one the team members seemed to leaving saying goodbye to me. Before he left I made sure to go to Rossi's office. I put a book on his table awakening him from his work. He looked at it then up at me and smirked.
"Got anything else?" I said and he chuckled a little, he turned around to the bookcase behind him and picked out a book which he threw my way, I caught it and smiled thankful at him.
"I expect that back next week." He said and I nodded smiling.
I left the office and went back to the bullpen where there was almost no agents left. I looked at the clock and groaned it was 6 o'clock and I still had about an hour left of this shift. I could not even get anything to eat. I looked over to see Reid still there reading him book. I furrowed my eyebrows, what was he still doing here?
"Hey doc, what are you reading?" I asked trying to make conversation. I still wanted to win him over, he read down the page in a matter of seconds before looking up.
"Thinking fast and slow, it is a book about the different cognitive processes." He answered putting it down on the desk showing that I had his full attention. I hid a smirk, with his full attention it was time to work my magic.
"Sounds cool. Tell me more about that." I said.
I listened to him talk about how this was very interesting and that while the fast process was good the slow process seemed to be better in the longer run. And seemed to be more accurate. He stopped in the middle of the conversation looking at me confused.
"Wait, it is night, what are you still doing here?" He asked.
"The prison has to ensure that dinner is served without problems so they can only pick me up afterwards. Someone will be here in about an hour. Don't worry they have security on me, if I leave this building for even a second SWAT will be outside in the following 2 minutes." I said sighing, he smiled at me kindly he seemed like he took a little bit pity on me.
"The real question is, what are you doing here doc?" I asked smirking and he chuckled uncomfortable, I noticed him starting to scratch the back of his neck.
"Well I like it here. My neighbour is usually having loud sex with his wife now which does not make for the best relaxation environment." He said and I smiled nodded understanding.
"But if you have an hour we could order in some take out, I could go out and pick it up, me actually being able to go outside. I assume you won't get any dinner so." He said drawing out the last word uncomfortably. My face lit up when I heard his proposition.
"Dinner sounds great. I can't really chip in considering I get payed in months. And the rest of my money, is… Let's say out of reach." I said a little uncomfortable. I had no money, everything I had was buried and he was really nice to me, I wished I could chip in for dinner. He waved me off and smiled.
"It's alright, it's my treat." He said smiling.
I returned it, he went to get a menu and I ordered for us. We were sitting there waiting for the delevery guy to call us back. I looked up from my report seeing Spence still reading in his book, he was almost finished now. I did not want to interrupt him again. After about a minute contemplating my decision I cleared my throat making him look up.
"Hey doc, do you think you could help me with some of this? I don't understand what they want to know in some of these things." I asked biting my lip in the end he smiled and nodded once.
He got up from his seat standing beside me and put a hand on my desk so he could stand beside me, alarmingly close, and see what I wanted to know. He was very helpful, and very understanding when there was something I did not understand even when he had explained it. I did get a little annoyed with him when he corrected some spelling errors. I was done with the rapports when the delivery guy called. Spence went downstairs and I stayed in the bullpen waiting for him. I decided to wander around a little exploring.
Reid's P.O.V.
When I came back up with the take out I scanned the bullpen but not seeing Lola anywhere. I furrowed my eyebrows confused, she could not have gotten out of the building, the anklet would have tracked her. I walked around until I finally found her, she was sitting cross legged on the floor back leaned against a desk. As I got closer I could see her having tears in her eyes. She was starring dead ahead, I wondered what could have made her cry, not really expecting to find her like this. I looked in the same direction as she did and realised what was happening. I sat down beside her and without a word handing her her food. She smile and wiped away her tears taking a deep breath before looking at me.
"Can I ask what you were upset about?" I asked not really wanting to intrude but also wanting to make conversation.
"It is just so damn beautiful, I haven't looked at a city like this for a whole lot of years, it is just so weird. I was a very different person the last time I did this." She said not taking her eyes off the city in front of her.
"I can't imagine what that must be like, but consider this, because you have been cut off from things like this you appreciate it so much more." I said trying to comfort her. A little smile appeared on her face.
We spent the rest of the time eating our dinner looking out at the city's nightlife, making pleasant conversation. She was really nice to be around, there seemed to be much more to her than just her criminal background. She seemed to be a very interesting person, first off she was very hard for me to profile, while when I first met her I thought narcissism, my perception had changed a bit there seemed to be more to her than her narcissistic exterior.
"Hey doc, tell me about yourself, I count on being around for a while so might as well get to know one another." She said smiling at me, I nodded and shrugged.
"Not much to tell, I grew up in Vegas, my mother is a schizophrenic, so I spent most of my time taking care of her. I still write her a letter every day, but that is only because I feel bad about putting her in a mental institution." I said pausing looking down. She put her hand on my shoulder squeezing it lightly in a comforting matter. I had no idea why I was opening up to her like that, but I figured she had been vulnerable with me. And I did actually trust her with this information.
"Everything else I assume you know, 3 PHD's, eidetic memory and all that stuff." I said looking up shrugging slightly, she looked at me confused.
"What do you mean 'and all that stuff?' Spence, what you can do is amazing. Almost every person in the world would adore being able to do what you do. Don't demean yourself." She said.
During that she had put her hands on my cheeks and turned my head so I was forced to look her in the eyes. She looked so genuine when she said it I could not help but crack a smile when she said those things. Why did she think I was amazing? It was no big deal, and after being bullied and getting weird glances for it all my life, it was hard to look at it as a positive thing.
She let go of me but kept smiling at me, I cleared my throat to speak.
"So I know about your criminal past, why don't you tell me about yourself?" I said trying to advert some of the attention away from me. She seemed nice but I had not known her long enough to be comfortable with someone giving me that kind of attention. I was not used to it. She shrugged and looked down.
"My dad left when I was 8 my mom was a drunk, I hated living with her so I spent every minute I could outside of the house. That is where I learned my street smarts. My mom spent most of out money on more alcohol so there was not much to feed me. So I started off by begging, I bought a deck of card and a friend of mine taught me some magic tricks. I performed them to people for money. Then when my mom kicked me out, I was taken in by uncle Eddie. He taught me how to steal, first pickpocketing, then the more advanced stuff. I don't really know, I have always been a criminal, I don't think that there is so much more to me." She paused and shrugged looking down, almost ashamed.
I had no idea what to do here. I wanted to tell her that she was clearly more than that, but she seemed to want to define herself my her criminal past. I kind of understood, she had grown up around criminals, it was part of who she was.
"Of course there is. What do you like, besides stealing stuff?" I asked and she thought about it for a moment and smiled a little.
"I love movies, my father used to take me to this worn down theatre where they showed old movies cheap. I always liked those. And old records, there is just something magical about putting one of those on. I have held and seen a lot of expensive things, but music, can't be beat. " She said and I smiled.
"I like those two, who do you like?" I asked and smiled and shrugged.
"I always had a strange love for Sammy Davis Jr." She said and I smiled.
"Me too, I always thought him underrated compared to Sinatra. Did you know that Sinatra was in the mob?" I said and she shrugged.
"I did not." She said smiling at me.
There was something about the way she smiled at me. It was like she understood my intelligens without being intimidated by it, like most people were.
We continued to talk back and forth, she had turned away from the city completely and was focused solely on me. When I got home that night I wondered why she would do that? I mean a girl like her would normally take no interest in me, and yet.
An officer came to pick her up a little while later, I spoke to him while she gathered her things, she handed them to him. He unlocked the anklet and she turned around putting her hands behind her back she was smiling at me.
"Thank you for tonight, it was really nice doc." She said smiling at me. When she was cuffed she stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek.
I added very physical to my mental profile of her.
"Hey I meant to ask you why are you calling me doc?" I said and she chuckled walking backwards following the officer.
"Seemed fitting. You make things better for people, help them. That, and I didn't think you'd spent almost 10 years earning two PHD's to be called sir." She said winking at me as she left.
I gathered up my thing to go home for the day. I could not stop smiling, she was really good company, I was in a better mood than I had been in a while.