As I was running down the long corridor searching for an elevator or a set of stairs. Why was I running you might ask, well it's my first day in the B.A.U and I am late for my first day of work after being in collage for the past six years. Let me introduce myself before I tell you my story my name is Elizabeth Smith people usually address me as Dr. Smith because I have a Dr.'s degree in chemistry and criminology. I am also addressed as professor Liz, I am not quite sure why though. Anyway back to the intro. I was accepted into collage early so that would make my age around twenty-two, I know six years in collage and I am still very young. That is pretty much it so on to the story.
After running around the first floor of the F.B.I head quarters I bummed into someone and knocked them down. I helped the young man up and said to him that I was terribly sorry and noticed he was very handsome. He told me that it was ok and he asked if he could help me with finding the elevator. I asked how he knew. He then replied with " My name is Spencer I work with the B.A.U and I was told to go and find you, considering this place is so big everyone tends to get lost around here on their first week or two." "So you're like my 'police escort' to the office?'' I asked jokingly. As he showed me the elevator we both entered it and I felt really stupid considering the fact that I had walked by this elevator at least seventeen times already. I asked the next question with a very embarrassed look ''So I have a very stupid question here, what floor are we going to be working on?'' He replied with a chuckle and said" For one the only stupid question is the one that was never asked, and we are going to be working on the twenty-second floor." there was a short pause before the lights in the elevator just went out.
As the elevator lights went out a voice rang out saying that the elevators would not be in service for the next eight hours. ''That's just peachy." I said highly annoyed while my words oozed thick sarcasm. Spencer decided to speak next "So we might as well get to know each other since we will be spending the next eight hours together." "So who is going first?" I asked he told me to go first so I told him about how I was raised in Italy with an uncle of mine his name was Armando which was Herman when it was translated in English. I also told him about my life growing up and my fear of clowns, and I went on about my collage life and that I have two Dr's degrees and that I was a professor for a few years. I also told him about how skipped a lot of grades in school because I already knew the material. Then I realized I just entrusted some of my most darkest secrets to a man I did not even know, and I forgot to tell him my name. As I face palmed he asked what was wrong I told him I forgot to tell him my name. He just laughed I told him my name and then he told me his life story and how he skipped a couple of grades and had a few Dr's degrees as well. I was truly amazed at how much he knew. I found it funny how he was a genius and was still scared of the inherent absent of light or the dark in lame mans terms. We were sitting there for a few minutes and he spoke up "Why were you raised by your uncle?" I took in a deep sigh and answered "I was raised by my uncle because my parents were divorced, my mother became mentality ill and they had to take her away to the nut house. My father was never there for me as a kid (AN my parents are not divorced and they love each other very much and anything about 'MY' parents in this story is mostly FICTION) and when he was there he was either drunk or stoned, he was also highly abusive to me." I lifted my sleeves to show him my wrist and then i lifted my shirt a little over my belly button so he could see my scar that traced its way across my tummy. "Were you bullied at all in school?" He asked me "yeah, I was bullied a lot because I was smarter than them and there was this one time they tied me to the football goal when I was in nothing but my underwear, it was really embarrassing." He then told me about a similar encounter with one of the popular kids from his school. Then the intercom said it would be four hours until we could get out. Uhhggg, just wonderful.