I waited for Dylan anxiously, my heel clicking against the tiled floor with each bounce of my foot. Thankfully, only a few moments later the man I was waiting for walked past me, grabbing my upper arm as he went. "Boss, please tell me this is a joke." He pleaded as we walked through the office. "I just got Willy Mears to finger Paulie Attanasio." I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing. "I'm a month, two tops, away from blowing this whole thing open. Get Turkelson."

"He's in Atlantic City." The Boss, Clive Evans, replied.

"What about Cowan? Look at him. He's just sitting there on his ass." Dylan gestured his hand out to the man in question.

"Hilarious, Rhodes." Cowan replied blandly. Dylan paused with his hand on the door as he turned to him.

"I love you." He told him passionately with an accent, one so bad you couldn't even tell what it was. I giggled and pushed him through the door.

"Keep moving, dork." He grinned and brushed me off as I closed the door, hearing Cowan mumble 'asshole' before it closed.

"I don't have time for this magic crap." Dylan told Fuller as he came into the room.

"This crap just pulled 3 million Euro out of a Parisian bank." He countered.

"Seriously!?" I questioned with wide eyes.

"That's how much they got?" Dylan added.

"Actually, 3.2." Another voice interrupted. This one wasn't the usual masculine voice I heard around this office. This one was new and silky with a strong French accent attached to it. Dylan and I spun to meet a new a new face. The blonde was leant against the windows casually and with a strong authority to her.

"Who's she?" Dylan scrunched his face up and looked to Fuller for answers. He made a sound of uncertainty and I rolled my eyes at how childish Dylan was.

"Hi there." I walked over to the woman excitedly with an outstretched hand and a grin, she smiled warmly at me and took it. "I'm Agent Elara Ellis."

"Alma Dray." She said and we dropped our hands. "From interpol. I'll be working the investigation with you."

Dylan groaned and pressed his face in his hand. "You gotta be kidding me.

It's bad enough they got me chasing down David Copperfield and Friends." She smiled tensely at him. "Now I'm being saddled with," Dylan turned from Fuller to look at Alma, "No offence, with Interpol?"

"I look forward to working with you, too, Agent Rhodes." She told him genuinely and I couldn't help but feel bad for how terribly Dylan was treating her so I gently elbowed him in the ribs though he ignored me.

"I'm sorry. I don't think I'm gonna need your help on this. Okay? Me and my partner have got it covered, right Elle?" He looked down at me and I merely rolled my eyes. "Where's the French guy?"

"I already spoke to him." Dray said.

"Oh, you did?" He questioned sarcastically. "You spoke to our witness before us?"

"Your witness? I thought you didn't want the case." She countered, tucking her hands in her pockets. "Besides, he's useless."

"Oh, really? Why is that?" Dylan asked.

"Because he believes their magic was real."

"Oh, he believes the magic was real? You're right, he probably is useless. Is it okay with Interpol if we talk to him, too?" He said, mocking concern. Alma smiled and nodded whereas I rolled my eyes at him. "Thank you."

...

"I have never stolen a thing in my life, okay?" Etienne told us firmly, his accent covering his words thickly. "I tried to give the money back, but they won't take it." Alma came in, closing the door behind her.

"Okay, okay, okay, let's just say you robbed a bank." Dylan began.

"I did." Forcier answered.

"Fine. Fantastic. You did." He conceded. "But since we're new to this, can you explain to us how you went from Las Vegas," he tapped one side of the table, "To Paris," he tapped the other, "In 3 seconds?"

"With the teleportation helmet." Etienne said.

"Okay, what the hell is going on here?" Dylan questioned and Alma stepped forward to answer.

"He was hypnotised during the show." She answered. "I told you, he's useless."

"Okay, I'll deal with you when I'm done with this other bullshit." Groans and pleas of 'no' rang through the room as Etienne's eyes seemed to go into tunnel vision as he stood, stepped onto the chair then the table.

"During the show," Fuller began as Etienne moved his arms in a way that resembled playing the violin, "Half the audience was hypnotised to believe they were in the Philharmonic." Dylan pinched the bridge of his nose. "I guess that 'bullshit' was the trigger word."

"That's amazing," I mumbled quietly to myself, in awe at the ability of whoever these magicians were.

"Okay. Hey, hey. Ecoutez." Alma and I laughed, watching the Forcier man continued to pretend to play whilst completely ignoring Rhodes. "Etienne, come on down from there. You're not in the Philharmonic." He turned to Dray. "How do you say 'stop' in French?"

She pretended to think for a moment, "Stop."

"Tell him to stop."

"No, I can't. You just have to let him finish his...movement."

"Okay, I need a time-out." Dylan opened the door and left. I trailed closely behind him with Fuller and Alma behind me. "Too many French people in one room." He mumbled to me and I patted his shoulder mockingly as Alma called for him.

"I'm ordered by my bosses to provide a report." Dylan moved to the refreshments table and grabbed himself a soft drink and a packet of chips. "And until we have one, I'm here, like it or not." He held a can up to me, offering me one. I simply shook my head, focusing on the French woman in front of me. "So we can work together, or you can continue to follow behind asking the same exact questions I'm asking." We now stood in front of one of the interrogation mirrors holding one of the magicians. He had short, light brow hair. His feet were propped up on the table as he slept. "It's up to you."

Dylan merely smiled at her, letting out a small 'hm.'

"I'm not finished." She announced and I grinned at her, utterly impressed as we came upon another mirror. This one held a pretty red-haired woman who kicked at the chair in front of her so it spun on one leg. "I just flew 12 hours, after what was already a long day. And I do not handle jet lag well." The chair the girl was kicking fell. "So if you want to see who can be grumpier, I promise you, you will lose." She snatched the chips he was eating from his hands.

"I don't think you can beat Elle over here," Dylan muttered and I huffed. He then turned and smiled at her. "Fine. So which one of these idiots do you want to talk to first?" He asked, looking between Alma and I. He plucked up the folder for person in the interrogation room. "Him?" The man in questioned look over to us right as Dylan said that. My brows furrowed and I stepped back a bit, slightly disturbed. He smiled.

Just as we were about to walk in, Fuller stopped us. "Dylan, Elle, for the record,

mentalism has never actually been proven to be accurate." He told us.

"Alright." I smiled at the man before going to move again, though he interrupted once more.

"That is to say, that it's not a science. It's more for entertainment."

"Okay." Dylan said, obviously confused and slightly irritated.

"Just don't believe everything the guy says. That's all." I raised an eyebrow at Fuller before the door opened and we walked in.

"Please convey my deepest apologies to your colleague out there." The bald man, Merritt McKinney told us as soon as we entered. "I'm really sorry about this whole Tranny Tuesday thing. I was out of line."

"Tranny Tuesday?" I repeated with a raised eyebrow, taking a seat next to Alma whilst Dylan stayed standing.

"Well, it's an arrangement he and his wife have." He then hesitated. "Or might not have, if you believe everything Agent Fuller is saying to be correct." Dylan looked over towards the mirror and I covered my mouth to try and hold in a small laugh, already imagining the embarrassed Agent's face. Merritt smiled at me, obviously noticing my inner struggle. "But isn't there a proud tradition in the FBI of men wearing dresses?" He turned to the mirror. "No shame, Agent Fuller." He clicked his hands in a diva-like fashion. "No shame." He pouted at the man who was presumably still behind the mirror, basically watching his reputation crash and burn. Merritt chuckled and grinned. "I'm just having fun."

"Oh, really?" I questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes really, Agent..." He pressed a hand to his head. "Ella? Ellis, is it?" I grinned and nodded, leaning forward. I could practically feel Dylan rolling his eyes at how enthralled I was with the mentalist's 'ability.' "And all joking aside, Miss Ellis, you truly are a gorgeous woman."

"Thank you." He just shrugged in reply, a smirk on his face.

A/N:

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