style="font-size:15px;"> Still, it wasn’t going to be any fun to face this traffic every morning. And then returning after a day of work—would that be any easier?
Now, as she finally reached the BAU parking lot, she saw two entrances—one for visitors and one for staff.
Which entrance should she use?
Nobody had told her. In fact, she hadn’t heard from anybody since she’d received that note after her graduation the day before yesterday—the message telling her she should report for duty at Quantico, not in DC.
When she’d gotten the note, she’d been certain the transfer must have been Agent Crivaro’s idea. But now she wasn’t so sure. After all, they’d already worked together on some demanding investigations. Wouldn’t Agent Crivaro have made an effort to get in touch with her to talk about the change?
Meanwhile, she really had no idea what the day might have in store for her—or, for that matter, what her foreseeable future might have in store.
Then Riley realized that whatever that future might be, everything she had done over the past year had brought her to this place. When she had inserted herself into an investigation of murders in her college dorm, when she had worked with Jake on cases while she was still in training, this was what it had all led to.
She wasn’t a visitor.
She was an FBI agent.
She drove up to the staff gate, where a security guard was posted in a booth.
Riley took out her badge and showed it to the guard.
The guard nodded and said, “You’re expected.”
He then handed her a parking permit tag and waved her on in.
Riley felt a rush of excitement. It was the first time she’d shown her FBI badge to identify herself, and it had made a difference.
I’ve actually got a place to park!
The thrill quickly passed, though, as Riley drove around looking for an empty slot. Memories of yesterday came creeping into her mind.
After all those weeks of dormitory living, she’d finally gotten to spend two nights and all of Sunday with Ryan. Their first night had been plenty exciting because they’d been apart for so long, but the next day things hadn’t been especially pleasant. Ryan wasn’t at all happy about Riley’s new assignment and the inconvenience it was going to cause.
Inconvenience!
Riley scoffed aloud.
The main inconvenience to Ryan was that Riley was going to need the car for her daily commute, leaving him to use the subway to get to and from work. That had been a blow to his pride. His Ford Mustang was one of the few luxuries of his life, and he loved driving it to work every day. She knew it made him feel more like the big-time lawyer he someday hoped to be.
Ryan hadn’t complained openly about the transportation thing, but he hadn’t hidden his feelings either. He’d made way too much of a show of magnanimity and self-sacrifice, trying to make it seem like he was going to great lengths and taking great pains to support her in her new career.
And all on account of this stupid car, she thought, pulling into an empty parking spot and turning off the engine.
She got out of the vehicle and stood looking at it for a moment. She remembered the first time she’d seen the Mustang. She and Ryan had both been college students going out on their first date. She’d been quite impressed when he’d arrived at her dormitory in this car, and also by his gallantry in getting out and opening the passenger door for her.
Gazing at the vehicle now, she sighed.
Those giddy days when she and Ryan were just starting to get to know each other seemed awfully long ago now. The Mustang didn’t impress her anymore, and she wished it didn’t still seem like such a big deal to Ryan.
And what’s wrong with having to take the subway, anyway?
She’d taken the subway every day during the summer, when she’d been in the FBI’s Honors Internship Program. It was very efficient, and she’d actually gotten to enjoy riding with the mix of other passengers.
But then, she wasn’t afflicted with Ryan’s masculine pride.
She walked on inside the building and presented her credentials at the security gate. The guard looked up her name and told her she was supposed to report straight to Agent Crivaro’s office.
As Riley took the elevator, she was sure this proved her original hunch—that it had been Agent Crivaro’s idea for her to transfer to Quantico. She couldn’t help but feel proud that he wanted her there. Crivaro wasn’t just a good senior agent, he was nearly legendary in the FBI.
But what would he want a beginner like her to do on her first day on the job?
Paperwork, probably, she guessed.
It seemed like a boring prospect, but she knew her work in the FBI wasn’t going to be all adventure. Although she’d had more than the usual field experience for a rookie, she was still just that—a rookie. Taking things slow seemed like a pretty good idea. It wouldn’t be all adventure, but it wouldn’t be all hazardous either.
And it might be nice to be working regular hours, at least for a while. A dependable schedule might help ease things between her and Ryan, give them a chance to get used to each other again.
She exited the elevator and headed down the hall to Crivaro’s office, then knocked on his door. She heard a familiar gruff voice telling her to come on in.
When she opened the door, Crivaro was standing beside his desk. He was wearing a hat and jacket.
A go-bag was by his feet.
He glanced at his watch and said, “It’s about time you got here.”
Riley looked at her own watch and saw that she wasn’t late at all. In fact, she was somewhat early. But she was too startled to say so.
“Where’s your go-bag?” Crivaro asked.
“Um, out in my car,” Riley said.
Although she didn’t know much about working as a BAU agent, she knew that it was always important to be packed up and ready to go on a moment’s notice. Not that she’d been expecting to use her bag so soon.
Crivaro asked, “Are you parked in the staff lot?”
Riley nodded.
“OK, then,” Crivaro said, slinging his own go-bag over his shoulder. “We’ll pick it up on the way to my car.”
Crivaro strode right past Riley out the office door. Riley trotted along to keep up with him.
She stammered, “B-but where are we going?”
“We’ve got a case in Arizona,” Crivaro said. “We’re taking a commercial flight to Phoenix, so I’ll drive us to the airport.”
Riley felt dizzy from this sudden development.
“How long are we going to be in Arizona?”
