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Gibbs breezed into the classroom just as the bell rang. "Sit," he ordered everyone in the classroom. "No talking."

He took a long sip of coffee as he waited for the class to settle in. "Last week you 'caught' the bad guy. Today we talk about interrogation. There's two categories of interrogation. The first category is strictly about gathering information. Here you interview everyone. Friends. Family. Co-workers. If the damn cat can talk, you get a statement. When you do this pay attention to their answers. Ignore nothing. Someone uses a funny word choice? Make a note of it. Someone makes an off-hand comment? Note it. After you're done with these interviews? Verify everything. Why? Because people lie and usually they're pretty crappy about covering it up."

He took a breath and another couple of gulps of coffee. "The other type of interrogation is the kind you always see in cop shows. When you have evidence on a person of interest you get him or her and bring him into a room. Then you let that person sit and stew for a bit. Unless the person is a sociopath, this is usually the best way to loosen 'em up. Then you go in and you be intimidating. You're not the friendly guy with notepad taking a statement. You have evidence. You line it up in front of him. You tell him you think he's guilty and you nail him to the wall with it. Doesn't matter if the evidence is shaky. He doesn't know that. Even if that person isn't guilty he or she might let loose a bit of information that'll help with the case. If you make them cry and they are innocent? Too bad. The case is what matters."

Gibbs then gestured at his students. "Pair up. Time to see what you got and if you paid attention."

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"I almost made a fool out of myself," Raven said, blushing just a little as she remembered being a "pervy door fancier," as it had been said on the radio. "But fortunately my friend Joan was able to stop me and walked me to the beach to get away from the dorms."

Dinah had listened to Radio, but never took it too seriously. "I'm sorry. That was cool of Joan, though. I've met her a couple times, she's cool." She gave Rachel a sideways smile. "But Sunday must've been a huuuge relief."

"Oh yes," Raven agreed. "I can shield myself from the emotions of others, though it is harder in a large group of people. But the desires were so intense that I could not block them out. It is good to meet someone who understands just what that is like."

Given how hard Dinah had worked at keeping her own shields up against a casual accidental touch, Rachel must have wanted to sleep for a week by then. "It is, isn't it?" she grinned at the other girl. "I'm getting better at it. Professor Atreides is training me. But the telekinesis is easier. Not so personal. Easier to figure out when it works."

"Professor Atreides?" Raven repeated. "Joan is planning to introduce me to Professor Skywalker to help me, but perhaps Professor Atreides would be willing to aid me as well?"

"Maybe? I don't know how many people she has in private tutoring right now," Dinah said thoughtfully. "I've heard good things about Professor Skywalker in this kind of training too. Professor Atreides has office hours later in the week, I think? You could ask."

Raven nodded. "I will speak to both of them," she decided. "I thought I would be able to deal with all the emotions here, but it is proving more difficult than I thought, even without the bizarre increase in lust and desire. I would welcome any assistance in keeping out other's emotions, and controlling my own."

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