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I havent forgotten about my stories so Ill be updating when I can
Skye's frustration was noticeable as she read the hiring flyer. Jemma glanced over at her, the concern evident in her eyes. "We have to do something, Skye. We can't just sit here and wait for more trouble to come our way." Jemma's voice was firm, her resolve unwavering.
Skye let out a heavy sigh, her mind racing with possibilities. "Alright, let's do it. But we're going to need some compelling cover stories," Skye murmured, her eyes scanning the busy police station around them. "We need to be careful not to raise any suspicion, especially with our recent run-in."
As they headed towards the Human Resources department, Skye couldn't help but notice a familiar figure in the corner of her eye. It was Frankie, the same detective who had interrogated her earlier. He was having an intense conversation with a uniformed officer, and the tension between them was noticeable. Skye couldn't deny that she enjoyed getting a rise out of Frankie during their previous encounter. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she nudged Jemma and gestured towards Frankie.
"Watch this," Skye whispered before striding confidently towards Frankie, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Detective Frankie Rizzoli, what a pleasant surprise!" Skye exclaimed, her voice dripping with mock enthusiasm.
Frankie turned to face Skye, his expression a mixture of surprise and annoyance. "You again? What are you doing here?" he asked, clearly not pleased with her sudden appearance.
"Oh, you know, just exploring career opportunities," Skye replied nonchalantly, enjoying how Frankie's irritation heightened. "You didn't tell me you were moonlighting as a model for the latest 'Grumpy Detectives Weekly' issue," she teased, gesturing to his stern expression.
Frankie's jaw tensed, and his gaze narrowed at Skye. "You better watch yourself, or you might find yourself in more trouble than you bargained for," he warned, his voice laced with a hint of menace.
Skye chuckled, unfazed by his threat. "Oh, don't worry about me. I always manage to land on my feet," she quipped before turning to Jemma, who had been observing the exchange with amusement and concern. "Shall we, my dear?" Skye said, offering her arm to Jemma.
As they made their way to the Human Resources department, Jemma shook her head, smiling at Skye's antics. "You never fail to stir things up, do you?" Jemma remarked, amusement evident in her voice.
"I just can't resist a good challenge," Skye replied with a grin, feeling a rush of excitement as they approached the HR office. Skye's mind raced as they entered, trying to come up with a convincing backstory that would secure them the jobs they needed. With her quick thinking and Jemma's support, they began to weave a tale of their expertise, fabricating details that painted them as the perfect candidates for the roles advertised.
The HR manager, a middle-aged woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, listened intently as Skye and Jemma spun their elaborate stories. Skye couldn't help but inject humor into her narrative, making the manager chuckle at several points. On the other hand, Jemma maintained a composed and professional demeanor, her expertise shining through as she detailed her skills in the medical field.
After what felt like an eternity of weaving their intricate web of deception, the HR manager nodded approvingly. "Well, you both certainly seem like promising candidates. We'll need to conduct a formal interview, of course, but I'm optimistic about your prospects," she said, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Skye and Jemma exchanged a triumphant glance, relief flooding through them. They had managed to secure the opportunity they needed, and now it was up to them to prove their worth in the formal interviews. As they left the HR office, Skye couldn't help but feel pride at their successful improvisation.
