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Thera’s team and several conference attendees were questioned about the incident, and since the cameras only caught blurry, unidentifiable faces, individual statements were the only thing furthering the case. The real furthering, however, was in the hands of Mr. Sullivan, who swore he knew of no reason for someone to be targeting him. It doesn’t take a psychology degree to know who’s lying. Why else would he request the FBI? Thera didn’t know her unit actually “provided protection” to individuals, but Sullivan was apparently a close friend of their unit’s director, making this a special case for her team. She liked that assignment. Sure, it could have been lethal, and sure, Sullivan only survived because of her extreme alertness, but Thera was filled with new confidence and pride at her success. It was something she could get used to.
Sullivan had been questioned by several professionals, but whatever he was hiding seemed to be too important to spill. Meanwhile, the lead suspects had escaped and were likely long gone. With no leads, police would just have to keep questioning Sullivan, do some further digging on him, or wait for those men to appear.
Thera assisted in whatever way she could while stagnant ar her desk. Reviewing page after page, she still could find no inconsistency in Sullivan’s file. This dude was clean. There were a couple of other names listed with him, but she didn’t have the skill, nor the legal ability to dig any dirt on them.
“I don’t want to bother her… but her help would be the quickest way to any missing information,” Thera’s inner monologue was loud sometimes. Reaching to her right, she opened a drawer and grabbed her cell phone. Thera had her number saved there, no point in using the work phone on her desk. Her fingers worked quickly at her phone.
hey pen, its been a while! i need your help with work :/ is now a good time?
omg babe, anything! give me a sec ❤️❤️❤️
Penelope Garcia has never NOT been high energy, a blessing and a curse. While Thera’s reserved and professional, Pen shone like a star, covering everyone she met in an aura of joy. They’ve balanced each other for many years. While Thera was working her way up the FBI chain, Pen attracted the Bureau’s attention with her hacking skills, and was soon recruited by the… BAU? It sounded like a gruesome job to Thera. Too much blood. But Penelope was FBI famous, and young Thera sought her out as an admirer, and perhaps even a friend. Her phone vibrated in her hand, snatching Thera out of her head.
“Hey, Pen. Sorry it’s been so long. We’ve got a strange case over here and i was wondering if you could do some digging.”
“Of course I can, babe! Just say the magic words… names,” Penelope laughed, prompting a chuckle from Thera.
“So there’s this guy we were guarding…” her words were interrupted as soon as they started by Pen enthusiastically adding her own.
“I heard about that! You saved him from getting shot, you big brave kitten!” Her words caused further exasperation from Thera.
“You always call me that, Pen,” Thera’s chest warmed a little, but she’d never admit how endearing she thought the nickname was. “But yes, you’re right. Sullivan knew he was in possible danger by requesting our help, but he won’t say anything. We have no other leads. Think you could find anything on him? There are some other names in his file, I can send that too.”
“I’ll always catch you when you fall, kitten! But you never fall, right?” Garcia teased. Even if Thera fell, she’d never admit that, either.
“Uh-huh. Never.”
“I know you so well. I’ll get on those names, but we’re going out together as payment. Text you later!”
Always so excited, that woman was. Thera didn’t drink coffee (addictive habits were often distracting and expensive), but she’d imagine Pen’s personality was equivalent to about 12 cups. She forgot how much she missed Pen. If a best friend hang-out was her idea of payment, Thera would have to bother her more.