I frown slightly, looking at the back of Fitz's head as he exits the conference room. I then notice the tenseness in his shoulders and glance over at Mr. Wallace briefly. I force myself not to show any visible emotion as I notice how Mr. Wallace focuses so much on Fitz after his explanation for the pressure points.

Someone snaps their fingers loudly in my ear, accidentally flicking the end of my ear while doing so. I scowl as my hand quickly goes up to my ear. I glance up and glower at the smug female Sovereign when she finally grabs my attention. "Yes?" I practically seethe, emphasizing the word with sarcasm. I narrow my eyes at her when she just smiles more.

Audrey places her hands on the table in front of me. "Why were you staring?"

My lips weigh down into an evident scowl. "Staring at what?"

Audrey's raised eyebrow suggest someone specifically when she says, "You know..." She then smirks as she immaturely points her head towards the door, telling me that she's talking about Fitz- of course she is.

Taking recent times into account, I would've blushed at his name. Remembering about last night, I still feel my cheeks warming as I wave my hand nonchalantly to dismiss the idea. "I don't have time to think about that," I say, shaking my head as I stand up. I close the thick folder of Jacob's reports and push in my chair.

I can tell that Audrey wants to know where I'm going, so I say to her, "I'm just going to my room. I'll be back if I'm needed. Alright?" I wait until she nods, then turn around and exit the room.

...

Once in my room, I open my folder again to the marked pages. I then scan each of them again for any signs of anything worth noting. I find nothing and sigh in exasperation as I toss my folder onto the desk again. I then realize that Michelle doesn't even fall into the investigation anymore- it's just the Graham brothers.

I then hear a noise coming from Fitz's room and slowly creep up to the connecting door. Opening it a scintilla, I hold my breath as I watch Fitz leave whatever he's doing and walk to the door. When he does, I see his face flash brief surprise before tensing into seriousness.

I'm still wondering who it is until I see them coming in.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Wallace?" Fitz asks as he turns around to face the middle aged man. I note how Fitz straightens up when Mr. Wallace opens his mouth to speak.

"Actually, I just wanted to talk to you, Fitz." Mr. Wallace merely smirks when Fitz raises an eyebrow skeptically. "And yes, I know how you're skeptical, but I just wanted to ask you something."

"Fire away, sir."

Mr. Wallace smiles at the "sir" part. "The formality isn't necessary here, Fitz." After the male Percipient nods, Mr. Wallace doesn't waste any time. "I just want to know why you did what you did to get your folders back."

"The temporary tingling sensation?"

He confirms it with a firm nod.

"Well, Mr. Wallace- my explanation was true," the male Percipient begins. "But in addition to that, I knew that I wouldn't be able to get the folders back any other way. Reaching for them would only result in a useless cat-and-mouse game, and letting him have them would just be defeat."

My eyes widen at the choice of words, but then realize how Fitz slowly responds to Mr. Wallace, carefully choosing his words.

"I'd learned about the different pressure points out of sheer interest and because I'd accidentally hit my 'funny bone,' as people call it, against the edge of a table." Fitz shrugs. "I just didn't forget it after that, and decided that'd be the best option in that situation."

Mr. Wallace nods in affirmation. "It really was. You proved that you know more than you let on, and that you also won't stand for foolish things like that." Mr. Wallace chuckles darkly. "That is what I need in a Percipient, and you possess it. That's good- it means that I can speed things up."

Fitz catches the slip like I did. "Speed what up specifically?"

Mr. Wallace's face pales at the question. He presses his lips together before sighing in defeat. "It's just that I found an old warehouse that I was going to investigate with two out of the six of you, but I was going to wait." He then smiles at Fitz, making me sick to the stomach. "You solving this situation this way shows that I can speed things up."

"So when will we be looking at the warehouse?"

"In a week's time."

Fitz's eyes widen as he steps back. "Really? Oh wow." He pauses before asking, "Does anyone else know?"

"Well, me and you, obviously. And..." The rest is drowned out into an inaudible sound as Mr. Wallace leans into Fitz's ear, whispering something into his ear. I hold my breath when Fitz's eyes widen as he stumbles back in shock. I notice how he wants to look at something, but is desperately fighting against it.

Mr. Wallace then steps back and looks at the connecting door.

Even though I only opened the door a crack, the middle aged man and I manage to make eye contact. I then realize that I'm the thing that Fitz is forcing himself not to look at. And for a moment, I forget how to breath as I back away from the door as if it were red-hot.

When I come back to the door, though, Mr. Wallace is gone.

Frowning, I open the door entirely and step in. Fitz then walks over to me as I rush over to him. "What did he say?" I immediately ask. "What about this warehouse? Who else knows?"

Fitz shakes his head. "He said that he and I know. And that you and Laurel also-"

"Laurel?!"

Fitz only nods. "Yeah. You might want to talk to her about that."

I realize not only how he changes the subject, but how he evades one of my questions. I scowl as I step forward. "Fitz Vacker, what did he say?"

Fitz then looks down at me, his eyes hardening as if they were dark ice. "I-" He then cuts himself off, running a hand through his hair instead. "It doesn't matter. It wasn't anything bad."

I frown at the flimsy lie. "Fitz Vacker."

Fitz scowls at me in return. "Sophie Foster."

I finally sigh resentfully. "Fine. I'll just go talk to Laurel about the warehouse." I head for his door, but swiftly turn around. "But I want to tell me what he said later."

Fitz meets my gaze, causing all bitterness and seriousness to leave my expression.

But just before I close the door, I hear his answer.

"Not in a million years, Sophie Foster."

I sigh, stopping in my tracks. I then turn to look back at him. "Well, Fitz Vacker, you can't be serious. You'll have to tell me someday."

Fitz laughs as his teal eyes meet mine. I feel a blush creeping up on my cheeks as he says, "Well then, you must not know what a 'million years' means, Sophie." My cheeks flush more when I see an unrecognizable heat to his gaze. "I'd rather do something else than tell you."

Silently relenting, I turn away from the male Percipient and exit his room as a blushing mess.