Eve
The plane took off about half an hour ago. JJ is asleep on the couch, Griffin and Reid are talking about a book they both love, and Luke and Tara are plotting their pranks on each other. As I was looking for Rossi, he appeared right in front of me with two glasses of whiskey in hand.
“Mind if I join you?” he asks, handing me one of the glasses.
“Well, I can’t stop you,” I say with a laugh.
“Want to talk about it?”
“About what?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even. Why the hell is he bringing this up with Griffin just a few inches from us?
“Alright, you don’t want to, but I do. Cause I know you’re stuffing it down. Just… whenever you're ready, you know where to find me,” he says with a smile, patting my shoulder.
I just shake my head. He really doesn’t know when to give up. I glance at Griffin. She looks happy and bright—she’s the embodiment of the sun, beautiful, radiant, hot and almost too hard to look at. I pull up the files Garcia gave me. I'm finally going to know who Griffin truly is.
Evelyn Lilith Jardin-Iglesias.
She changed her last name. I wonder why. Maybe that’s the reason no one knows who she is. Is that why she changed it? Who knows? Parent? Already know that. Place of residence? Don’t care. Medical history? I don’t care enough.
Let’s see her educational background. She has a Bachelor's in Law, Modern Languages and Linguistics, and Computer Science, and a Master's in Literature—all completed by the age of fifteen. Damn. So, she’s like Reid. Okay, so she’s a smart-ass. And look at that, she worked for the CIA for three years… with her brother, HER TWIN BOTHER? SHE HAS A TWIN! Before I could even process what I just read, Griffin appeared in front of me.
“Hi,” she greeted.
“Hi—hell—hey,” I say, trying not to look suspicious.
“I’m sorry, did I startle you?”
“Uh, no, I—I was just really into the book I’m reading,” I say nervously.
“What book is it?”
“Huh?” I look at her, confused. She points to the tablet in my hand. “I lied, actually. It’s a case file, I don’t know why I said it was a book,” I admit with a nervous laugh. “But it’s nothing—nothing you need to worry about,” I add with a smile. “Anyway, is there something you need?”
“Well, I was just made aware that you are not married… that you're, in fact, the child of Ambassador Prentiss. So, uh… I’m sorry for calling you ‘Mrs.” she says, giving me an awkward smile that makes me smile back.
“It’s alright. People make mistakes,” I say, returning her smile. As she leaves, she hands me a small pack of Sour Patch Kids.
“A gift of apology, Agent Prentiss.” Before she can walk away, I call out her name.
“Griffin… you can call me Emily. I much prefer it over Agent Prentiss or ma’am.”
“Alright. Well, I also prefer to be called Eve—if you’re fine with it,” she replies.
“Alright then, Eve,” I say teasingly.
I wonder why Eve didn’t know that I’m actually Ambassador Prentiss’s daughter. You know what? I’ll take a look at where she grew up.
Huh, she lived in England starting when she was nine. I can’t find a reason why, but her brother wasn’t with her. Her older sister wasn’t either. Was she sent there alone? I mean, she lived with her grandmother, but still… it must’ve been lonely. A kid living under the roof of a very strict grandmother.
Just looking at the picture, the woman looks like she could make Eve behave with just one look. She moved back to the States when she was twenty-one. My reading was cut off when the pilot announced we’d be arriving in D.C. soon. So, for the meantime, I’ll continue this at home.
“Hey Emily, we’re going out for drinks—want to come?” Tara asked.
“No thanks, I’ve got things to do. You guys go ahead,” I answered.