CHAPTER 20

AN EXTRAORDINARY GIRL

Emily took three different buses, with no ticket in hand, hoping she would have successfully escaped from the person who was tailing her.

Finally, all sweaty and out of breath, she walked about twenty blocks, back to her hotel.

"Lauren?" Another male called out for her as soon as she walked in the hotel lobby.

Emily nearly jumped.

"Hey, hey?" He said calmly, as he approached her. "Is everything okay?"

Without giving it much thought, she immediately counter-attacked the hand that she felt sliding on her left shoulder.

When she turned around, she regretted it.

"Richard?" She licked her lips guiltily, letting go of his hand. "I'm sorry. I just, I thought…"

She had no excuse. Or rather, none other than: I thought you were a dangerous international criminal who had found the alias of my ex-alias and is now going to shred me into pieces, like he once promised me he would, which would inevitably result in me faking my own death for the third time and I am just sick and tired of doing that.

"You thought I was a burglar?" Richard laughed, not even mentioning the fact that, if Emily wanted, he could have been thrown down to the floor in two seconds. That woman was tiny, but apparently also strong.

"Sort of, yeah." She shrugged, pulling the suitcase closer to her.

"Someone did a little shopping?" He smiled and offered to help her carry it upstairs.

That also meant that he had just invited himself to her room. But, wasn't it only fair, since he had paid the hotel for her?

They walked out of the elevator and towards the room and Emily felt something weird. She felt a little self-conscious. Usually she wouldn't care what a man thought of her – if she wanted to fool around, she'd be pretty straight forward about it. But with Richard, somehow, things were different. She was different. And going by a fake name did not help her figure out what the Hell it was that she actually wanted from him.

"There." He left the suitcase at the doorstep and staid back.

"Oh, it's okay. You can come in." There it was – her instinct was telling her that she wanted him to enter the room.

However, he walked in and sat down on the sofa. No advances were made and Emily felt a little…weird.

She busied herself, hanging the new clothes in the wardrobe while Richard switched on the news channel, entertaining himself.

"Actually, I came here to see if you wanted to hang out. There is a beautiful châteaux just outside Paris and it is breathtaking this time of the year. The gardens are exquisite, the fountains are illuminated at night and there are loudspeakers, playing old French chansons everywhere, including the outdoors area. So, would you like to visit it?" He smiled and God help Emily, this man had a beautiful smile.

Also, Emily was more than eager to go, for two reasons. One, she could put on that cute black dress that she had just bought, pairing it with her new shoes and the leather jacket, too. And she might have swayed towards the lip tattoo section of lipsticks at Sephora, getting herself something nice and long-lasting. Just in case.

"Oui, j'aimerais y aller." She made him smile again, telling him, in perfect French, that she would like to go to that place.

"Très bien, ma belle dame." He did not just call her his beautiful lady. Did he? Yes, he did.

Awhhh. Poor heart of Emily's.

"Just give me some time to get ready, okay?" She closed the door to her bedroom, so she could have some privacy to change and do her make-up.

Fifteen minutes later, she walked out, looking like a snack, in his eyes.

"Wow. Très jolie!" And he just called her pretty, too. Emily liked being Lauren. A lot.

He switched the TV off and stood up, walking to her side and offering for her to lock hands as he stuck his elbow out, like a true gentleman.

One thing was not clear to Emily – why the heck had he not kissed her yet? Not even a peck on the lips. Not even the usual kiss on the cheeks, the one that French people were so famous for. This was confusing. He had seemed so into her the night before, and there he was now, perfectly elegant and cordial, but unemotional. It made her feel like he was more her bodyguard, than her date…or whatever this was. It was confusing. But he was hot and he was not an FBI agent and he had no idea who she really was, so she was damn fine with how things were going at the moment.

And, just in case things changed, Emily had a solid lipstick that would not smudge or fade.

They made their way to Richard's car and Emily took a moment to take in its beauty. She finally understood Tara's passion for cars. Up until that moment, for Emily, cars were big, small, red, white or black. That was it. She never cared about models, appearance or interior. If a car had all four wheels and it moved, it was good enough.

Richard opened the door for her to get in and she could not help it, she had to look around, scan the outside area, right in front of the hotel. She had a really bad feeling in her stomach, it felt like she was being watched. Stalked. Preyed.

For the first half an hour in the car, Emily was quiet. She kept looking out the window, with a melancholy expression on her face. Richard assumed that she just disliked all the traffic, getting out of the city, but when they hit the freeway, he could not help but ask.

"Are you okay?" His eyes only looked away from the road for a second, searching for Emily's eyes.

"Yeah…" She said weakly, denying him eye contact.

"Are you hungry maybe? Tired? Do you want to stop somewhere and get some coffee?" He offered, eyeing a petrol station ahead of them.

"No, I'm fine. I'm still jet-lagged and getting used to not being at work. That's all." She was a good liar, usually, but this time she failed at sounding convincing.

"What is your job?" He said while taking the right side lane, as he soon had to switch to a different highway.

"Oh, I…" She only had three seconds before it would be obvious that she had made it all up. "I work with people."

"Yeah? I bet it's tiring. People can be cruel sometimes. Ruthless. They can talk, a lot." He laughed at his own statement. There was no better way he could explain himself.

"Something like that." Emily finally laughed as well.

Everything that Richard said was valid, for her job. So, she consoled herself, thinking that she hadn't lied too much about this. She just never mentioned that the people she worked with were serial killers, but that was hardly a second date appropriate topic.

If that was even a date.

As soon as he took the right highway, he relaxed a little and stopped paying attention to the signs. It was now all straight ahead and park the car in about an hour and a half from where they were.

While Emily once again got lost deep in her thoughts, wondering if she was giving this man hot and cold vibes all the time – once kissing him, then falling asleep on their first date, something caught her attention.

Richard's hand slipped to Emily's knee and stayed there for a few seconds. It was so sweet, such a small gesture made her feel so good. It also made her even more confused, as she realized that he was most definitely also giving her hot and cold vibes.

"I don't know a lot about you, Lauren. But I can tell that you are an extraordinary woman." He said casually.

"Ha!" She exclaimed quietly. "Well, I guess you are somewhat right. I mean, there is pretty much nothing ordinary about me."

"Good. Ordinary people bore me." He laughed again.

Emily could not recall the last time she was with someone, even just a friend, who made her laugh and who was so random and gentle and fairytale-like amazing.

"She's an Extraordinary girl, in an ordinary world…And she can't seem to get away…" Emily sang to herself quietly.

"Green day?" Richard immediately commented.

"Yeah, yeah." She turned to face him. "Oh my God, I thought I was the only one too old to be listening to such music!"

"Ha ha. No way. Their music is fun. Although, I have to say their American Idiot album seems a bit overpraised." His hand was now once again on the steering wheel and she hated it that way.

"Absolutely. All the kids liked that album. My favorite would have to be the 21st Century Breakdown." She was suddenly feeling quite bubbly.

"Oh, I can relate to that one." He laughed.

"Same, yeah. Same!" She laughed as well.

"Speaking of random youngster things, I should mention that I like roller-skating. Although that is hardly a manly thing to admit." He shook his head as he spoke.

"You only say that because you don't know how a woman sees a man who does any sport, especially with a child. I remember I once wanted to date a guy I knew nothing about, but he was so cute, skating with the neighbor's kid every morning. I almost ran him over one time as I backed out of my parking spot." She laughed, but her latter statement left Richard a bit perplexed. "The man, not the child!" She added, but it still did not seem normal. "He's fine. And for the record, he never wanted to see me after that. I have really bad luck with men."

"Oh, don't say that. You never know when you'll meet the right man for you and your luck would change." He tried so hard to come off neutral, but she knew exactly what he was insinuating.

"Well, I guess you never know when you might meet the right person, yeah." She agreed with him, blushing a little bit and being beyond obvious about what she meant, too.

He sighed and did something quite unexpected.

He had been driving with the same steady pace so far, but then something made him want to slow down and pull over, in the emergency lane of the highway.

"What-…" Emily said, confused.

Without saying a word, Richard leaned towards her and she finally got to test out that new lipstick of hers.

"Mmh." In her whole entire life Emily Prentiss had never let out a single sound escape her lips during a kiss.

She was not a moaner.

Or so she thought.

Then they both laughed.

"Well, nice song." Emily pointed out, as Peaches And Cream came up on the radio.

"Very fitting, indeed." He smirked against her lips, his right hand traveling up her arm and stopping at her neck, slowly pulling her to him for another kiss.

As soon as they both had the mental capacity to be thinking of anything other than their lips, they realized that it was not a good idea to just stay on the side of the highway, so they headed towards their destination.

On their way, they discussed the most random things – from favorite food spices, all the way to the current situation in the Russian government.

Richard was, other than very random, quite like Emily, but also – extremely intelligent. And that was a huge turn on for Emily. As if she needed more of those.


Angie spent the whole evening in ballistics class. At least she had made up with Bryan, so the class was a bit more enjoyable than she had originally found it to be.

They learned about cartridge cases, bullets, different type of guns, but what was most interesting was the gun shot residue discovery, collecting and analyzing process. That was the part of the class during which Angie yawned a little less.

"You know that you sometimes give out the vibe of a know-it-all, right?" Bryan nudged her, sticking her tongue at her.

He had never been childish. He had been a macho guy, a player, an athlete and many other things, but never childish. However, there was something fun about being random when he was around Angie. She made him laugh, she never got upset when he teased her and she was not the type of girl who was afraid to tease back and he respected that, a lot.

"I can't help it. I've been told that I have a resting bitch face when I'm bored or annoyed. I mean, I can fake a lot of things in life, but annoyance is not one of them. Unfortunately." She added her last word while yawning, thus proving his point.

"Okay, that is it for this class. I will see you later on this week." Their teacher stated and literally everyone was relieved they were free for the evening.

Wrong.

Oh, so wrong.

Dan walked in and felt the urge to ruin their evening plans.

"Excuse the interruption. I failed to mention one thing earlier. While it is true that you have a weekly agenda, you are also required to quickly adapt to changes. So, good luck in your SWAT training. Room A 05, at the end of the hallway. You are welcome. Oh, you also have five minutes to get there." Dan was, singlehandedly, the most hated person in the FBI Academy. Little did the Trainees know, he would soon become their best friend. Or worst enemy.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Angie dropped the piece of paper that she held in one hand, from when she pretended to be taking notes earlier, and she sprinted out of the auditorium like a bat out of hell.

"Angela Hunter." Bryan said, walking by Dan and sensing that Dan was eyeing the girl who ran out the door, probably being curious to know who that girl was. She seemed like the only one who was excited about the training.

"I know." Dan told Bryan with a smile.

Five minutes later, everyone reported to A 05. Once again, they were divided into big groups and some of the groups were told that they would do their training the following week, so they were now free to go. Nobody found it weird, since the space was hardly enough to fit everyone and allow every person to have a good learning experience.

Jack was among the ones who got sent away and Bryan was okay with that. Angie seemed indifferent. She was known to be feisty when upset, but then she would literally not care and she would move on quickly after an argument. She was, also, not an ordinary girl.

Their training officer introduced himself. He had been with the Bureau for twenty-six years, spending most of his time in the hostage rescue division. He was huge and muscular, with big dark brows and curly black hair. He seemed angry all the time, just judging by his facial expression. Quite frankly, seeing this man out on the streets would be quite intimidating for anyone. Angie loved him already.

The only boring thing he said was in his very first sentence, when he let everyone know that SWAT actually stood for special weapons and tactics. That was common knowledge. Before Angie could start yawning from boredom again, a huge amount of information was being poured at her. Every time she blinked, there was something new happening and something important was being said. She was in Heaven and Bryan noticed it.

"Ah, my kind of girl." He commented.

"I'm still not going to sleep with you." She didn't even look at him. It was crucial that she would always let a man know where he stood with her.

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that." Bryan smirked.

Angela was a girl of mystery, but Bryan was quite the hat, full of tricks, himself.

The training officer asked for a volunteer to come up and try to go through the procedure of dressing up in the gear, securing the gear, checking the weapons and running to a mock crime scene. He wanted to see if the trainees had any idea what they were getting themselves into, before he would explain the whole procedure to them and force them to memorize every little step.

Bryan volunteered, stepping forward. He was briefly given basic instructions and a chronometer started ticking. He had to do everything in under three minutes, and that was often impossible, even for an actual working agent.

He ran to a huge table, full of gear, going through the items quickly and picking up what he needed. Bulletproof vest, clothing, holster for his gun, everything down to the last detail. He threw everything on quickly, securing the little straps and zips, without missing a single one.

Then it was time to sprint to a corner of the room where, on the floor, several weapons were laying.

He picked a few up and inspected them quickly. At the end he chose a standard handgun and a rifle. A smoke grenade was secured safely to his belt and the guns then got loaded, secured and put in their place.

Without much pressure, he walked back to the training officer and smirked, pressing the chronometer, which stopped at two minutes and thirty-five seconds.

"Impressive." The officer said, shaking his head in disbelief. He had not expected that, out of a trainee.

"Seven years in LAPD SWAT, Sir. 20-David in command." He said with pride.

"Oh, a Sergeant?" The officer asked.

"Yes, Sir. I was squad leader for the last two years of service." Bryan saluted the man, as a military officer would.

"No shit!" Angie's jaw dropped. "I knew you were not a dull one, Bryan, David, or whatever your name is."

Bryan had started off normal. He always acted shocked when Angie suggested them doing something wild or risky. He was hesitant about breaking the rules and she had to keep reminding him to grow a pair before hanging out with her.

But all through that, deep down inside Angie knew that there was a wild side to this man. That is what made her so attracted to him. She was waiting for him to bloom out of his shell of boredom and ordinary, and turn into something exciting. That moment was the one she was waiting for and she felt overwhelming pride when she finally witnessed it.

"Your SWAT training is definitely going to help you here. However, we do things differently, so you might want to be open for suggestions and corrections, because from now on it would be even harder to adjust to a new routine and way of doing things. The other trainees are privileged in a way, as they start from scratch, and they only get to learn the FBI way. You, however, I'm going to keep an eye on." The officer then pointed for Bryan to take his place back with his peers.

Bryan took everything off of him and, once back into the plain trainee uniform, he joined Angie.

"David is a ranking, not a name." He cringed, having overheard her words earlier.

"I know. I just wanted to be an ass about it." She smirked, nudging him with pride. "Dude, you are so cool!"

"Stop it. You're not driving my car!" He knew what she wanted. Each time she had given him a compliment, she had turned the conversation into her begging him to lend her his car. Angela was not a car fan, but his car seemed pretty and she would look very bad ass, driving it. Clearly, though, that was not happening.

"Fine then, David!" She stuck her tongue at him and he rolled his eyes.

If he had to be honest with himself, he didn't mind lending his car to her. But he would make her sweat for it before that happened. It was just so much fun watching Angie squirm.

Their SWAT class was intense. Finally, Angie found her pace. She was invested from beginning to end. Bryan noticed how she followed the officer's every move, imitating him, absorbing everything for the next two hours of instructions.

"Okay, that was all of the instructions you will get today." The man announced and saw relief in everyone's eyes.

"Now, on to the battlefield!" It gave him great pleasure to shatter their dreams of going to bed before midnight, that evening.

He opened a door which lead to the outdoors area. It was dark by now, so the trainees couldn't make much of it, but soon it would all be clear.

"This is a mock crime scene. You have ten minutes to get your gear and, in groups of five, you are going to walk in and save your hostage. Or multiple hostages. Who knows? In the real world, we never know what we are dealing with. You have to communicate with each other, watch your backs, back each other up and figure out who is a threat and who is a victim. You need to figure out the best point of entrance, the best tactics and, if needed, you have to negotiate for your victim. In this case, though, you are going against cardboard cutouts, so this makes it easier. But later in the weeks, we have real people, acting as threats and hostages. You are not allowed to take a bad decision, as one of those can cost someone's life. Act quick, think even quicker and stay vigilant. Okay, first group is up." He had been speaking while everyone changed into their gear and now he was pointing at the entrance of a labyrinth-looking open-space route.

Angie was in the second group of five, while Bryan was in the third, which gave them plenty of time to strategize, if that was even possible. From where they were all standing, they could only see the outside of where the other trainees were trying their luck out. It was dark, the walls were made of plastic, just to create the illusion of a closed space, for training purposes. They could hear gunshots and as soon as the first few fired, a huge red buzzer on top of the closed space started flashing and beeping.

"Congratulations. You just killed your hostage, with the second bullet you fired." The training officer now looked extremely mad. Angie could clearly see it in his eyes – he thought all of them were idiots. Well, she wanted to prove him wrong.

"Group two, please, be a little less ignorant!" He let out a sigh, waving for Angie's group to take positions.

"Alright, follow my lead. Fist in the air – stop in place. Two waves forward – progress. Pat on the shoulder – I'm covering for your ass. Nobody fires the gun before we know what we are dealing with. Come on, guys, stay vigilant!" Her little pep talk made her four male group-mates feel a bit uncomfortable. If that was because she was a girl, then screw them. If it was because they wanted to be the group leader, well, they should have acted on it earlier.

Angie's hand waved in the air, twice, letting them know that they were about to enter. She felt a pat on her shoulder and she smiled. So, she was a cute young girl with a bow in her head, but apparently, she had authority with the big muscular guys. That was cool, she thought to herself.

Reaching a corner of the labyrinth, she put her right hand in a fist, above her head. She barely managed to look behind her, and she noticed everyone had frozen in place.

With her first still in the air, preventing them from moving, she took a few steps forward, making sure there was no threat behind that corner. A few seconds after she released her fist, she felt two pats, one on each shoulder. Damn, it felt good to have back up.

"Two armed men at five." She whispered for her teammates and they all took cover, as to not be seen.

"No sign of the hostage." One of the guys added.

"Impossible entry. We will get made right away." The other one scanned their surroundings, looking for an alternative way to enter the space where the two cardboard enemies were waiting for them.

"Two, two. Gimme two!" Angie said and after no reaction was received, she turned to the guys. "Yo, that means I need back-up!"

One of the guys followed her and she asked for him to push her up. The labyrinth space was made out of plastic walls, only a bit higher than the trainees' height. Never in the briefing had the training officer mentioned that they should treat those as real, actual walls. In fact, he had said that they must assess each situation individually and see what they are working with. And Angie had a plastic wall between her and two armed cardboard cutouts. She would use that to her advantage.

The guy picked her up and secured her while she rolled over to the other side of the wall. She had taken the villains by surprise, appearing from behind them, so she was able to eliminate them with one clean shot each.

"Clear!" She called out and her four teammates joined her in that room, using the door.

There were two more exit doors on the other side of the wall, meaning they had to divide and secure both exits before searching for their hostage.

"Gimme two!" The guy who had picked Angie up a minute ago, called out. It was her turn to return the favor, so she pat his shoulder and went to the left door with him, while the other three guys took the right door.

Angie's partner put a finger up in the air, then two fingers, then three, counting down their time before the attack. With three fingers in the air, he waved his hand forward and kicked the door down. Angie walked in first, followed by him. They both went in opposite directions, searching behind cardboard couches and fake wardrobes, tables and other furniture.

"I got her!" Angie called out, seeing a strand of fake blond hair poke out the fake wardrobe door.

Carefully, she opened the door and found a cardboard figure of a young girl, about ten years old, wearing a blond wig.

"Hey, nice hiding place." She smiled. Yes, it was all pretense, but it was training and they had to be as authentic as possible.

"What's your name? I'm Angie. I'm here with the cool kids. Want to come hang out with us?" She held her hand out to the fake girl and she smiled. "It's okay. I won't hurt you. You can trust me. I'll take you back to your parents."

While Angie was trying to establish contact with, what was presumed to have been a very freaked out young kid, a cardboard enemy dropped from the ceiling and was now right behind her.

Her partner kept his eyes on the room, Angie and the door, so as soon as the enemy appeared, he fired a shot and took him out.

A green light started flashing above their heads and they evacuated the premises. As the group of five neared their training officer, Angie was holding the hostage in her hands and still mumbling something to the fake girl.

"Okay, feedback time. You…" The officer said, pointing at Angie. "You have technique and you were quite brave to offer yourself as a leader. On the positive note, you took a second to make your commands clear to your team before the breach. On a negative note, you ramble a bit too much. Tone down the chatter, up the speed instead. You took a bit too long to enter that last room when your partner opened the door, giving an enemy the time to blitz attack you. However, you knew the protocol - the second person enters the room, and never the one who opened the door. You also stayed calm and collected through everything and you found a different way to enter the room with the enemies and to take them out. And last, but not least important – you initiated contact with the victim. You introduced yourself in a way that someone her age would understand and you tried to make it easier for her to trust you and to come with you. That is very, very good."

Angie smiled a little bit. They were having their feedback in private, so that none of the following groups would draw inspiration from what they heard the officer say. That also meant that she got a compliment in front of only four people, her teammates, but she didn't care. She appreciated every word and it felt good.

The man then evaluated the other guys' work and moved on to the third group, the one where Bryan was assigned to, with two other guys and two girls.

Having heard that he was a SWAT agent previously, everyone automatically assigned Bryan as their group leader and it did not go unnoticed by the officer. It was important to have a good relationship with the people you go out on the field with.

"You go, bro!" Angie cheered for him from the sidelines, just as Bryan had round everyone up and was explaining his own tactics and commands.

That made him smile, however, the training officer gave her a nasty look. He had just scolded her for chatting too much during her own mission and now there she was – chatting up the next group of trainees.

"Sorry. They say it's my charm, my bubbly personality. I can't help it." She whispered to the elder man.

"Zip it!" The way he said those words made her freeze and shut her mouth. That man was beyond scary.

Bryan's group ended their exercise a whole minute faster than Angie's group. Time was of the essence in such missions and Bryan got complimented for it. He also got scolded about a couple of insignificant things, but that could be due to the fact that their training officer had a strong dislike for LAPD and now Bryan was on his radar, with every little thing he did.

"Congratulations, you saved the princess!" Angie smirked once Bryan joined her in the waiting area.

"That was an easy one." He shrugged.

"I bet you've seen worse, back in your amazing days as David in LAPD. How come you never told me about that?"

"You never asked." He shrugged. On one hand, that was true. On the other hand, he didn't like prancing around and shoving his accomplishments in people's faces. So far, he was more than glad that nobody knew anything about his previous training background.

"And it's Bryan! David is a ranking. Jesus, you are the annoying little sister I never wanted to have!" He rolled his eyes and his right hand messed up Angie's hair, making her frown and start slicking it back in place, making sure her tiny blue bow was intact.

After that, they hung out and waited for the other groups to finish their assignment. Two groups later, Angie was bored out of her mind. She tugged on the side of Bryan's pants, as to get his attention, and she wandered off back inside the training room where their class had been held.

She started checking out the different guns and Bryan took the initiative to explain a few of their characteristics.

"Ooooooh, that's a SAW!" Angie clapped her hands, like a happy little child, as her eyes spotted a gem, in between the other rifles.

"Yup. M249 Squad Automatic Weapon, or SAW, as they call it. That one is a beauty. 5.56mm cartridge, 800 meter aim, easily. It was first developed through an army-led research in the 70's, but it wasn't until mid-1980s that SAW was issued as a one-for-one replacement for the designated automatic rifle, the M16A1." Bryan summed up a few things about the weapon.

"SAW was made to replace the retired BAR, the Browning Automatic Rifle. In its early stages of life, the Army came up with a PIP, a Product Improvement Program, for SAW. The "PIP kit" modifies the barrel, handguard, stock, pistol grip, buffer, and sights." Dan's voice added, as he walked towards them, startling both of them.

"Are you a ghost? How do you just appear behind people?" Angie said out loud and it made Dan laugh.

"I was here this whole time, actually. I was sat all the way back in there, reading e-mails on my phone, when one very curious lady and one very well trained man walked in and started snooping around." He commented with his hands in his pockets.

"Uhm, we were never told not to do so. So, technically, we did nothing wrong. Plus, we didn't break or damage anything. It's just curiosity." Angie offered her sweetest, most innocent smile. She knew that people could never resists that.

"I never said it was wrong. It is just…unusual." Dan's eyes scanned Angie up and down. That made her shiver a little bit. Dan was annoying, but he was also quite the authority figure in the Academy. If Dan disliked you, you were done. That was pretty much a given.

"Can we, maybe, stay then? There is one more hour of training and both of us were among the first groups to try out. We are so bored out there, just waiting. We can't even watch what the other groups are doing, nor hear their feedback. We're just hanging there, like idiots. I kind of want to do something more…exciting. New. Learn something. Isn't that what the Academy is for?" Angie oozed passion when she spoke about the Academy.

"Wait a minute here." Dan walked to the outside area and said something to their training officer.

"Okay, follow me." He said, as soon as he joined them again.

"Look, Dan, I like you and all. But there is no way I'm cutting class for you." Angie crossed her hands in front of her chest and did not move an inch.

"Trainee Hunter, your training officer is aware of the fact that you are going to spend the next couple of hours with me." Dan laughed.

He usually never laughed. At most, he smiled, but he was never obvious about it. But Angela was making it so easy for people to feel comfortable and be themselves.

"Alright then." She said calmly and the three of them walked out and in a direction that she was not familiar with.

They exited the training building and went over to one of the actual FBI buildings. Dan used his credentials at the door, since neither Angie nor Bryan had the clearance to get in there with their own badges. They both received a visitor sticker-badge, so they could freely roam the building without anyone asking for their credentials. Moreover, trainees in their uniforms were frowned upon, when seen around those hallways. But in Dan's company, it was alright.

"Oh my God! Seriously? We can use that?" Angie's jaw dropped as they walked in the place where Dan wanted to take them to.

"Only today, and only under my strict supervision." Dan needed to make sure that they knew they were not allowed to go back in there without supervision.

"That is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" Angie took a few steps forward and admired everything she saw. This was what the FBI Academy had looked like, in her dreams. Not the boring basic theory classes, not the auditorium full of trainees, but this. This was everything. This was Heaven. This was where Angela wanted to be at.