Author's note: Mostly dialogue, this part. Any updates to this will be wildly irregular. This is not a "Season 8" fic. I go by the theory that if it didn't happen in the series, it didn't happen. "Season 8" is just fanfic written and directed by the guy who came up with the original idea. Interesting, entertaining, but not canonical.
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"Ms. Rosenberg, you work for the Academy for Complete Women?"
"Yes, that's right."
'What do you do there?"
"And they sent you to recruit Lisa Perez why? Please walk me through it, if you don't mind."
"Are you asking why they sent me, or why we recruited Lisa Perez?"
"Whatever you feel comfortable answering."
"If I'd realized this was about my comfort, I would have brought a cushion. These chairs aren' very comfortable."
"Yes, I know. I sit in them myself. About Lisa Perez, Ms. Rosenberg, if you would?"
"She fit our criteria. And as for why they sent me, it just happened to be convenient. We all do what we can. Some days you can find our Dean answering the front desk. Other days I might be teaching self-defense instead of our regular teacher. And believe you me, it's not easy teaching something when you know more theory than your students but they can kick your butt in practice. And they do. Kick my butt, I mean. Anyway, I think I've made my point."
"Yes, thank you. Now, if I could go back: You say Lisa Perez fit your criteria?"
"What criteria would those be? Because I've checked her grades and she was a C student with a career history of getting into trouble."
"Lisa fit our criteria. We're not just an academic institution, Chief Johnson. She's smart and her history of disciplinary problems is mostly a case of teachers not being able to deal with someone who doesn't fit into their neat little boxes. And she got bad grades because she was bored. We look beyond the obvious."
"Well, so do I. And what is beyond the obvious is that your school is not what it pretends to be."
"Oh really? What are we then?"
"I don't know. But I intend to find out."
"That sounds suspiciously threatening."
"I don't make threats, Ms. Rosenberg."
"Then let me guess. You make promises? No, don't answer. But answer me this, please. What the hell do your questions have to do with finding either Lisa or whoever killed her parents?"
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Assistant Chief Will Pope walked into the surveillance area, and was surprised to find it filled. "Isn't there a pair of murders you should be solving? Gabriel and Tao seem to be doing all the work."
"Yeah," Detective Provenza said, not moving.
"Well?" Pope said with a voice of authority.
Detective Flynn said, "You've got to see this, Chief. Really."
"What?" Pope looked at the monitors again. "Willow Rosenberg. I saw her on the way in. What's so fascinating?"
"Watch and learn," Provenza said.