A/N: THOUGHTS IN ITALICS.

Author POV

She sits on her designated seat looking at her surroundings with an innocent yet mischievous smirk plastered over her face. The office was busy, people walking to and fro, carrying cups of coffee, papers and warrants for different cases they were assigned to. Besides her sat a gentlemen wearing a black suit over a white dress shirt with a matching black tie. He was busy on his computer checking video surveillance of a heist at the local art gallery.

“Hey Clint” She called him

“Yeap” He responded, eyes still on the screen

“Anything interesting?” She asked, chin poked towards his direction

“Nothing yet” He replied

“Need help?” She volunteered

“Nope”

“But another set of eyes will speed things up for sure..”

“No thank you”

She groaned throwing her head back. She hasn’t been assigned any task since morning and has been dying of boredom. Worse, she was not provided a computer to at least play some solitaire, and was ripped off her phone at the entrance.

“At least give me a freaking typewriter to play!” She pleaded, “I’m sooooo bored Clint!!!!!”

A few heads turned towards their direction. Some smiled while the others rolled their eyes. Being the youngest of the team, Reya sure had her babyish antics of whining and whaling every now and then, but they’ve gotten used to it. Most importantly, they’ve been given a detailed profile about her before she set foot into the government building, hence clearly aware of the extent of her capabilities.

Realizing that she wasn’t going to get any attention she shot him a glare. All she wanted was to help. Hell, that was why she was brought here! Yes, she is aware that her colleagues still don’t see her as one of them because in their eyes, and to the world, she is nothing but a con who is exploiting the FBI to save herself from a prison sentence.

But she really wishes to reform. Too bad, it seems that she will have to work harder to earn their trust.

“The thief used the air vent as the escape route” She declared as she stood up. “Rewind camera two back 14 minutes 12 seconds and you’ll see the shadow of the idiot”

Special Agent Clinton Jones took a look at her. She smirked at him. “Go ahead. Rewind” She insisted “I’ll get some coffee”

As she was walking towards the coffee machine, a pair of eyes followed her from the glass cubicle not far away. His eyes then fell on Clinton whose brows furrowed and immediately flattered in shock.

“I still don’t trust that kid walking around freely” A voice echoed the room making Special Agent in Charge Mr. Peter Burke to turn. “A person with her capabilities has to be confined to a room, not be let to wander around, especially not in the FBI!”

“We are monitoring her movements sir.” Peter reminded, “Her ankle is tamper-proof, difficult to break by someone like her. Besides” He took a step forward, towards the desk, “She has helped us track and solve cases faster and more efficiently than the FBI has in the past 5 years.”

The older gent sighed. “Mark my words Peter, she will run. And when she does, it’ll be your job at stake”

Peter Burke’s face stiffened but didn’t make it too obvious. “I’ll keep that in mind sir” He stated and stepped out of the cubicle and into his.

Reya, noticing Burke’s rather stern face scowled towards the head’s direction knowing that he had put more pressure over the agent’s shoulders. He had never trusted her and was dead against Burke’s decision to get Reya’s ‘assistance’ to solve crimes. Reya got into the FBI’s radar around 2 years ago and it was Burke who was assigned to catch her. It wasn’t easy for Burke to catch her for she was special. She had an IQ of 189, making her a genius. Together with her ability to draw, she managed to become one of the cleverest forgers the FBI has seen. After a long game of cat and mouse Reya was caught and was sentenced to juvenile prison. But Reya managed to convince Burke that she could help the government catch criminals since she, being a con herself, knows how they think and act in situations.

She knocked on the door to his room and peeped in. “Coffee?” She asked, showing him a cup she just made

“No thank you” He responded as he sat on his seat.

Reya welcomed herself in. “What did the big guy tell now?”

Peter shot her a look. “Ok.” Reya raised her hands in surrender, “Shutting up now”.

The officer heaved a sigh and pulled out a file and began to go through its contents under Reya’s watchful eyes. They were quiet for sometime until he broke the ice.

“So how did the thief at the gallery escape?”

“Simple, the vents”

“That obvious huh?”

“Yup”

At that time the door was knocked. “Come in” Burke spoke out.