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X x . Chapter 3 . x X

.: Your Not-Average New Girl :.

She was just packing away things, trying to contain her shock and excitement, even thirteen days, seven hours, and 23 minutes later. Elizabeth Enningberg could recall ever single comment made during the call that was going to change her life.

She was in the middle of her advanced chemistry class, in the middle of a lab which involved recreating a substance without specific instruction, using the items given. She was almost complete, the first to understand you needed to powder the zinc, not cut or otherwise add it as is to the substance.

Her cell phone rang, right in the middle of the silent lab. The students all glanced up at her, and the teacher looked over at one of his best students with shock and annoyance. Elizabeth never kept her phone on during class. A quick glance at the screen had her holding her breath as she quickly removed her gloves and goggles and speed walked to the teacher. A single word had him flagging her out of the room, 'FBI!'

Elizabeth was out of breath once she was out of the room, quickly clicking the 'talk' button on the last ring. "Elizabeth Enningberg," she said into the phone, slightly out of breath from nerve and excitement.

"Miss Enningberg, hello. I hope things are well." the women on the other end said slowly.

"Yes, thank you," she replied, wishing the women would just get on with it!

"So, Miss Enningberg, this is Erin Strauss with the FBI. I'm calling to inform you of receiving the application you submitted to our Behavioral Analysis Unit," she said, the tone turning serious yet again.

Elizabeth worried slightly but kept her voice even. "Yes, that's me!" she said.

"Yes. Well, I'm just calling to let you know that we have reviewed your resume and think you would be an asset to Aaron Hotchner's team. If you could be ready we've scheduled for you to fly down to Virginia in two weeks? We know you're a hard-working student, and you could continue your classes in Quantico if you so wished."

"Oh, wow. Thank you very much, that sounds great! I'll be ready, just going to need to find a place, but I have money saved up. Thank you!" she could hardly retain the excitement that was clearly edging its way into her voice.

Strauss almost smiled before speaking. "Good, good. I can arrange for someone to pick you up if you'd like?" she asked.

"That would be wonderful, actually!" Elizabeth said. She had some money saved away from, well from him. However, she didn't enjoy public transportation when she could avoid it.

"Alright, we'll be in touch Miss Enningberg. Congratulations." Strauss said.

"Thank you so much, again!" she replied, being ending the conversation, leaning agents the wall of the classroom. This was her dream, and it was coming true!

Now, Elizabeth was busy packing boxes away that was her dorm room. Her roommate, Matisse, was sitting on her bed, watching her and helping fold the clothes that were thrown in her direction.

"So, you think you'll like it up there?" she asked the frantic young women. Most of her belonging were packed already, dishes wrapped, silverware in a box, her many personal items and books in a few other boxes, and finally clothes. That was all they were packing now, the clothes. Liz was packing some things for her suitcase, and the things she didn't need with her got thrown at Matisse, who was putting them into boxes.

"I'm sure I will. Virginia is so nice!" Liz replied, finishing her packing and leaning back on the bed, bare of personal belongings, stripped down to the college-given linens and pillow.

"Yeah. I'll miss you, though." Matisse said, leaning back onto her bed. It was late, and Liz left early the next morning.

"Yeah, me too. You can come to visit, though! As soon as I'm settled, we can make a weekend out of it." Liz replied, grinning as she climbed into bed.

"Yes, please and thank you. I'd love to! Remember, cute little house, girl!" Matisse said, laughing. They'd been searching houses and apartments to buy, and they'd hit a goldmine. A tiny, two-bedroom townhouse being sold only thirty minutes from Quantico. And it was being let go cheap on foreclosure. Even though Liz couldn't see it first hand, an agent was able to go through and send pictures, and she just couldn't pass it up.

"I know." Liz laughed, shutting her eyes. "See you in the morning, then," she said.

"Yeah. . . " Matisse said, slightly sad at the fact that her best friend was really leaving.