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Earlier that day, JJ, Sophie, and Bobbi had gotten a tip that a local criminal may have been hiding out at the community pool. So they sent Bobbi out into the field, disguised as a swimmer, so she could hook up hidden waterproof cameras and microphones. And JJ and Sophie would be listening in, in hopes of catching them.
Bobbi had been underwater for a few moments, hooking up one of these cameras to the pool, when she heard someone speaking directly to her (Her hearing was a bit muffled in the water, but it sounded like, "Hey!")
Afraid of looking suspicious, Bobbi quickly popped her head out of the water, coming face-to-face with who she assumed to be the source of the voice: a woman with jet black hair pulled back into a bun who was just entering the water.
"I saw you holding your breath underwater," the woman declared with a grin. "You're pretty good!"
"Thanks," Bobbi shyly replied. "I, um...I swim a lot."
Smooth.
"Really?" the woman asked. "Because I frequent this pool, and I think I'd remember seeing a woman like you around."
...What is she trying to say?
Focus, Bobbi. Maintain your cover.
"I'm from out of town. This is my first day here."
"Cool! Well, I'm sure you're gonna love it here! I'm on the local swim team, and this is my favorite place to train."
"...We have a swim team?"
The woman let out a cute little giggle. "Oh, honey, you have so much to catch up on if you're gonna live here!"
Before Bobbi could reply, she heard Sophie's voice chime in. "Mom?"
Shit.
Sophie went up to where Bobbi and the woman were standing and smiled. "Mom, I'm ready to go in the water!"
The woman blinked and blushed. "Apologies. Didn't realize you were here with your daughter. I'll leave you to it."
Oh, I get it! Nice job, Soph!
"But before I go," the woman continued, pulling a card out of her swimsuit's pocket and handing to Bobbi, "look me up later!"
The woman winked at her before leaving. Sophie then nudged her in the side. "Saved your ass and got you a number. You're welcome."
Confused, Bobbi looked over the card and, sure enough, just under the woman's name and swim team, was an e-mail and a phone number.
Bobbi beamed. After the mission, I'm so calling that number!