Emily hated politics, but it was better to know the players and the stakes than go into something blind. And, it sounded like they'd all stumbled into a game that required one to sleep with both eyes open. Truthfully, it was sounding too much like the things she'd left behind other than Doyle when she left her life in the Agency. "Can't escape them in any dimension. Tell me about the teams you lead. What do you, or we, actually do other than pick up strays?"
As they walked, she'd been memorizing the layout of the building while Morgan opened doors and gave her the tour. Though she hadn't totally gotten rid of the habit, six months off the grid had brought back all the old reflexes. Still, she couldn't help staring at him in disbelief when he stopped. "Superpowers." Maybe the guy who'd been following her had actually caught her and she was doped up on some sort of psychotropic hallucinogen. "And exorcisms and vampire cultists were hard pills to swallow?"
Okay, he knew about Doyle. Reid had told him that much. At least she didn't have to keep that from him. The comment about a 'her' from this dimension brought her up short. "So, you're saying we swap with another version of ourselves?" And, there could be a Doyle here? Maybe looking for her? Had she found Morgan and the others only to lose them again if she had to run? "What information do you need?" The operation was classified, but JJ was able to release a lot of the information to the team when they'd followed her. And, what had really happened to the her from here? Had she managed to avoid the tail Emily now realized she'd only lost because she stepped through this rift? "Doyle's not going to give up easily if he's anything like the man at home."
God, she really was starting to think like she'd accepted the whole bizarre tale Morgan had spun about rifts and powers and doppelgangers.