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+ Stargate Multiverse, Any, My Favorite Martian
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“I don’t have an eidetic memory,” Brendan protested.
“Just - read slowly,” Freya said.
Brendan nodded. Then he climbed out of the car and headed across the parking lot, up the stairs and into the building. He kept a polite smile on his face, checked in at the desk. Two dark-suited field agents met him. He didn’t need to be a telepath to know what they were thinking: math nerd with a badge.
They were openly smirking when they showed Brendan into the room with towering with file boxes. He had as long as he wanted, they said, but just to read, no note-taking, no picture-taking.
It took an entire day to sort through the files and whittle them down to what might be useful.
It took three more days to figure out which ones were actually useful.
And another two days after that to read the useful ones.
But Brendan read slowly, and at the close of business each day, he went out to the parking lot, and Freya picked him up, and they went to dinner.
“So,” Brendan said. “Are you seeing a pattern yet? I think my eyes are going to bleed.”
Because Brendan was Freya’s partner, she didn’t need to be able to see him to read his mind, so while he was reading files, she was at home, curled up on her couch, laptop to hand, reading his mind and typing notes about what he was reading.
“I’m seeing one,” Freya said, “and the FBI will never see it, not without what we know.”
“Serves them right, smug jerks.”
Freya smiled and ruffled his hair.
Brendan submitted with a sigh and let her eat half of his fries.