*click*
"Let's see if this works. Hello? Howdy Pillar speaking."
W̵̨̭͆̽̑̆̒̇̀̽̑̐̉̍́̚͝a̶̢̛͓̠̩̗͍̳̺͍̭͚̬͕̳̒̇͛̑͌͆́̃̒̅̈̔̃̿̕ȋ̸̙̝̻̗͙̪̯̺͖̩̼̝̣̞͕͗̽́̄̀̈́̃ͅt̶̨̛̠͔̫͖̗̪͔̬̖̦̔͛̆̊̅͛̐͌͝,̶̡̥̱̠̖̼̯̰̥̬͔̞̀̍͋̓̽ ̸̘͉̬̍̀̍̈́́̎̔͝H̷͈͎̗͔͌͌̊̈̃͗̀̈́̽͐̀̄̈̌̾͘͝o̵͇̳̟̣̣̲̭̐͌̿͑̓̎͛͘ͅw̶̯̻̝̔̑̔̓d̵̡̹͔͉͚̟̺͔̳̫͍̮̈̑͌̕͘y̵͈̳̻̼͚̦̰̹͙̻͇͍̤̓̒͑̆̄̏̽̃̀̎̿̑̑̀͘͜͝?̶̨̲̟̜̟̞̭͎̱̠͉̗̦͈͆͗̂͒̈́̎͌̔͐̅͐͘ͅ
"Nope can't hear a single thing, sorry Barnaby"
"Hmm..."
"Ya know, I rarely hear a joke from you."
"...I couldn't think of any at the moment"
"Right, right, because you're looking for the lil fella... but are you sure you want to keep going?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Woah! It's just... we've seen what he's done. Haven't you even heard the news? Mysterious deadly gameshow mass murder? I know this is hard to believe Barnaby, but I don't know if it's worth it anymore to... uh..."
"Do not finish that sentence! Just, go back to what you were doing. I'll try to fix the phone myself"
"Barnaby, I don't think you know what you're doing"
"I got it!"
*click*
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Tsugumi was wandering around
(Sorry if it's too short for a starter)
Pari had been out for a skate, however she had her headphones in and was busy concentrating on where she was skating rather than stopping for chit chat.
However, she couldn't help but notice that the individual who had been wandering about looked lost. So with a smooth motion to stop in front of them, she tilted her sunglasses on the edge of her nose and gave them a smile.
"Hi! You look a little.. lost. Or maybe just a wandering. Who knows.. you okay?"
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I started tumblr-watching NCIS: Hawai’i, and Kate Whistler reminded me of Criminal Minds’ Jennifer Jareau. My muse couldn’t resist smooshing the two together.
Newly minted FBI Agent Kate Whistler is standing stiffer than Jane Tennant has ever seen her.
Sure, Whistler's boss's boss's boss's boss is coming, but Tennant hopes she'll be able to relax. She invited Emily Prentiss in as an old CIA friend doing her a favor, not as the director of the FBI. Prentiss is in town for a conference and happy to lend a hand for their case in the form of a profile.
Prentiss arrives with a blonde in tow. She greets Tennant with a hug and then introduces her companion. "I hope you don't mind that I brought a friend of mine. This is BAU Unit Chief Jennifer Jareau. I figured that if you wanted profiling help, bringing along another profiler couldn't hurt."
Sure, just another profiler.
As if that's not the understatement of the century. Tennant has both the former and current BAU Unit Chiefs helping them. The significance of that doesn't escape her. It seems it doesn't escape Whistler either with the way her eyes bounce back-and-forth between Prentiss and Jareau as if unsure how to show the utmost respect to both women at the same time.
But Jareau just shoots Prentiss a look that is equal parts amused and exasperated and says, "Just JJ is fine."
Maybe teasing each other with the formalities of their titles is a recurrent pastime of theirs. Having known Prentiss for as long as she has, Tennant can believe it. Prentiss hates politics. The titles and fawning respect must grate at her at every turn. It would be just like her to turn it into a mockery.
Tennant introduces her team. Whistler does an impressive job of keeping it together, though the words "director" and "ma'am" escape her lips a little too often.
That lasts through the case discussion. Tennant lets her agents do most of the talking. They're the ones doing all the digging after all.
And then of course the word "classified" comes into play.
“I can talk to Bowman over at DIA,” Whistler offers.
It's not a name Tennant has heard before. Briefly she wonders if Whistler is trying to impress. Tennant is about to voice her appreciation nonetheless when Jareau speaks.
“No, spare yourself.” Jareau and Whistler exchange glances. Apparently Jareau knows something the rest of the them don’t because Whistler’s face takes on a faint look of gratefulness. “I’ll talk to Drakos.” She turns to Tennant. “Can I borrow your War Room? I’ll need a secure line.”
Tennant nods. “I can take you after and give you temporary authorization.”
“You’re on speaking terms with Drakos?” Whistler softens in awe, almost like a little kid.
(Is she oblivious to Lucy’s stony expression? Yes. Is Tennant? No. It also doesn't help that Jareau is disarmingly pretty, but she trusts Lucy to keep herself in line.)
Jareau smiles kindly. “Yeah, you want to join? I’ll introduce you.”
“Yeah,” Whistler practically gushes before reining herself in, though she never gets rid of the kid-invited-to-candystore aura. “I mean, if it’s not too much of an inconvenience.”
“Not at all," Jareau says easily. "I’m guessing you have the authorization codes?”
“I do,” Kate says, sounding endearingly proud.
Jareau glances at Prentiss and Tennant, who both nod. “Excellent. I need to talk to you about something anyway.”
Something about Jareau's statement sets off warning bells as they walk away. Tennant tables her concerns briefly as she disperses her team with action items before inviting Prentiss into her office.
"You have an impressive team," Prentiss comments.
"Thanks," Tennant says. She agrees wholeheartedly, but the warning bells have returned, so she asks, “Speaking of, do I need to worry about Whistler?”
Prentiss frowns, puzzled. “About anything in particular? Just because I’m the director of the FBI, it doesn’t mean I know everything about every agent.”
Her friend's confusion is reassuring, but Tennant needs to be sure. “I was still with the ‘State Department’ when Agent Jareau’s... ‘transfer’ was pushed through." "Transfer" is the most euphemistic term Jane can think of to represent the way Jareau was metaphorically manhandled into a black ops post in Afghanistan. "I know Whistler’s good at her job. I know she turned down a promotion with the DIA. I just want to know if maybe she has less of a choice than she thinks she does.”
"Ah." Prentiss nods her understanding. “JJ still worries about that sometimes, but I’ll tell you the same thing I tell her. I’m the Director now. If you think something’s going to happen with Whistler, just let me know. I’ll put an end to it.”
“And the thing Jareau wants to talk to Whistler about?” Tennant asks. She wants to believe Prentiss, but there was no indication the two agents had known each other before today. What could they possibly have to talk about?
“That’s their business,” Prentiss says, gentle but firm. At Tennant’s skeptical expression, she adds, “JJ would never let what happened to her happen to anyone else. You don’t have to worry about her.”
Tennant acquiesces, letting the matter drop, though she makes permanent a mental record of Prentiss' promise to keep Whistler safe.
"Speaking of good agents," Prentiss continues, "you've done well for yourself."
Though she has no complaints on that front, Tennant nearly laughs. "Says the director of the FBI."
"Their mistake," Prentiss deflects with her usual self-deprecating humor. "But really, tell me about your team, about your family. How's life treating you?"
Tennant looks out into the bullpen, where her team is hard at work punctuated with moments of lighthearted camaraderie, and thinks of her kids at home, maturing beautifully despite life's curveballs.
"Life is good."
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