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A/N: x_x So-totally-dead right now. I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED ON MY CM FIC! Two weeks! No excuses I know, but still. This is 1 of the 2 (maybe three) forgive me fics I'm doing. So, go ahead and get your fruits and veggies ready for throwing, I'm ready for it.
So, this just came to me- a private jet. You have your passengers, and then your pilot. Come on, the guy (or girl) who's driving that thing has to be freaked out with what they're talking about in the cabin. Pilot's POV, of course. And, yes, it's short, but you'll live.
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So, let's see. Heading to Tennessee today. Only a few hours with these freaking whack jobs, whom I hope to God didn't hear me call them that. FBI geniuses or not- they scare the crap out of me.
What is it today? - - - Ah, some antisocial guy with- frotteurism? Yeah, gonna have to look that one up. My real question, though, is how these people do- whatever they do- without seeming to be phased.
How do I get myself caught in these situations? One flight, I am just you're average pilot, just thinking about anything in the world; the next, I'm a pilot talking to myself about 'grooming' and 'hero homicide.' Good God, have I been talking to myself this entire little- conversation? What if they're 'profiling' me right now? - - - Nope, still the one guy.
And you know, another good question just came to me. How do these people know all this stuff? The genius kid, Reid, I think, is one factor, but what about everything else? I mean, do they actually go around in Psych college courses saying, "Now, open your textbooks- we're going over 'psycho-something-or-other' and the 'weirdo triad,'"? Really, how do they know this?
Ah, so many questions, but I ain't getting an answer. Like I'm really going to walk up to those people and ask, "Hey. How the heck do you people know what you know? Just wondering, seeing as I usually eavesdrop on your conversations and wonder what you're talking about." After that, they'd probably point their guns at me, put me in a car and dress me in a crazy suit. Luckily, being jet means we go quicker, so I'll only have a few more hours until I can stop acting like I'm a crazy person.