The Disappearance of the Genius Grad Student-Chapter 1-Zach Meets A Girl

Disclaimer: Same as all of them; I only own the characters that I created in my currently sleep-deprived mind. I really don't know if there is such a place as Nakamura's Deli, I was just making it up.


Zach Addy, resident grad student, genius, and all-around nice guy at the Jeffersonian Institution, was presently faced with a conundrum. Rice ball or rice triangle? He asked himself as he stared at the two seaweed-covered rice treats in front of him at Nakamura's Deli. He had never had either of these particular foods; he didn't even know what the differences, besides shape, the treats had. All he knew was that Angela had recommended the deli and told him that they had the best Japanese food this side of the Mississippi.

As he was trying to decide which to buy, a distinctly feminine voice interrupted his decision-making. "You should try the triangle ones with salted salmon."

"What?" he looked up to see who had been speaking to him and was met by a tall blonde woman, maybe an inch or less shorter than him, wearing a military dress uniform.

"This one," she said, picking up one of the triangle-shaped onigiri and handing it to him. "Although, I suggest getting two," she added, picking up two more and placing them in the basket she held.

"Thanks," he replied, picking up another whose label also said salmon. Before he could speak with her again, however, her cell phone went off.

"Bennet; what? Yeah, I'll be there in twenty." She hung up and turned to the man behind the counter, asking, "Hiro, could you-"

"I'll drop it off at your office later," the man answered.

"Thanks so much. It was nice meeting you," she said to Zach before running off.

Zach turned to the man named Hiro. "Who was that?" he asked as he stared off in the direction she had left.

"Lily Bennet; she has some kind of investigating gig in the Air Force."

"I take it she gets called out frequently?"

"Every so often. She's a nice girl though. Is that all you're getting?" he pointed to the basket in Zach's hand.

"I'm also supposed to pick of an order for Angela Montenegro," he answered as he handed the man his basket.

"You must be Zach; Angie talks about you and your colleagues a lot," Hiro said as he rang up Zach's groceries.

"Yes, I am. Thanks," he added as he paid for the food, took his groceries, and left.

"Tell Angie that she still owes me a portrait!" Hiro called after the departing genius.


On to Chapter 2!