88: Secrets, Lies and Rumors (RP for diagnosis_truth)
FBI National Academy
Quantico, Virginia
Stark had to swallow a little bit as she walked down the hall toward Scully's office. Not because she was nervous about seeing her former colleague, not at all. She had made no secret of her admiration for the woman both professionally and personally (at least when they had actually gotten to know each other), and had considered the two years they had worked together highly educational if not highly rewarding. She'd been looking for an excuse to call the other woman up, reconnect a little, and setting up this meeting had been easy to do.
But meeting with her old friend, and telling her why she was there, that was the first time she had discussed her newfound romantic life with anyone other than John, and Assistant Director McCall in that one meeting. She would be telling someone else. Making it real. They were really going to do this. She was really getting married...
"Oh, for God's sake, get a grip," she muttered to herself.
Checking herself over one more time as if she actually might look bad, which she didn't considering she was on a break from work and therefore still in a neatly pressed suit, she lightly knocked on her friend's office door before sticking her head in.
"Dana?" she asked. "I hope I'm not late. Or intruding."
Quantico, Virginia
Stark had to swallow a little bit as she walked down the hall toward Scully's office. Not because she was nervous about seeing her former colleague, not at all. She had made no secret of her admiration for the woman both professionally and personally (at least when they had actually gotten to know each other), and had considered the two years they had worked together highly educational if not highly rewarding. She'd been looking for an excuse to call the other woman up, reconnect a little, and setting up this meeting had been easy to do.
But meeting with her old friend, and telling her why she was there, that was the first time she had discussed her newfound romantic life with anyone other than John, and Assistant Director McCall in that one meeting. She would be telling someone else. Making it real. They were really going to do this. She was really getting married...
"Oh, for God's sake, get a grip," she muttered to herself.
Checking herself over one more time as if she actually might look bad, which she didn't considering she was on a break from work and therefore still in a neatly pressed suit, she lightly knocked on her friend's office door before sticking her head in.
"Dana?" she asked. "I hope I'm not late. Or intruding."