Ivy's POV
I entered the interrogation room with methodical precision, arranging my tools on the table where they'd be clearly visible from the chair. Everything needed to be perfect for what was about to happen. I turned to Grant, scanning the sparse room. "Is there anything I can use to cover this with?"
"Here." Grant pressed against what appeared to be a solid wall panel. It popped open, revealing a hidden cabinet stocked with cleaning supplies and towels. When I raised my eyebrow questioningly, he just shrugged. "What? Things get messy down here."
I couldn't help but laugh as I took the offered towel and carefully draped it over my instruments. "Have Reid meet you at her cell and escort her down here," I instructed while we exited the room together. "I'll wait out of sight until you signal me through the mind-link. Then I'll make my entrance."
