But, you're a trainee."

Steel blue eyes clashes with blue in defiance. Miriam Lass was a young FBI trainee and prided herself as being one of the few Omegas to make it this far. She was intelligent, brave, and would push through any task required of her. Although, she wasn't the only Omega to get it this far, her closest friend, Will Graham had also done the same and then some. They were the best of their class for a reason. Will was an excellent profiler as well as an overall intelligent man. He even helped out in cases down in Louisiana before he had to move. And Miriam was quick witted and her ideas were more out of the box, giving her a different perspective of crimes. However, like Will loved to point out, they were just trainees not detectives.

"The Guru asked Will! This is a once in a life time opportunity for me! Just think how good this will look for me! He considered me! An Omega!" She argued, Will's glare harden. She knew he was upset, but she also knew she could easily persuade him.

The two had been living together ever since he transferred from Louisiana. They got very close over the long months they've known each other, and she would say he was like her brother. And she knows he'd say the same.

"This is dangerous Mir! Your so called "Guru" is throwing you to the dogs! You're new to his game, you're not interesting, he has no use for you. And you know what he does with things he doesn't have use for? He turns them into one of his little "arts"." He hissed, his whole body shaking in furry. He definitely did not agree with Miriam's so called "Guru". He had met him once, a long time ago and something about the man rubbed him the wrong way. Miriam sighed, trying a different approach to get him to understand.

"Will, I'll be fine. And maybe he doesn't find me interesting yet, but he will."

"And then what? He'll hurt people you love Mir! Oh God, he'll hurt you! What if you get too close? By some accident you get too close and he has to take you out. You're not even supposed to be doing field work!" Will groaned, he began running his hands through his hair in nervous agitation. This was not how he planned the day to go. He was supposed to wake up from Mir's lousy alarm, get coffee and go to his class. After he would come home and work on homework while Mir decided if she wanted to cook or order out tonight. Then they were going to watch a movie he illegally downloaded on his laptop. It was supposed to be a fun night. Not this bull shit.

Miriam huffed, but did not argue with him.

Will looked around their dorm helplessly. Looking at all the things they have accumulated over the months, books thrown around the place, posters and pictures cluttering the wall. It was so domestic, and he was ok with that. He would be domestic for Miriam, he would do anything for her. She was his sister in every sense of the way but blood. And now this, she's throwing herself in danger and he can only watch from the sidelines.

Sensing his distress Miriam embraced Will in a fierce hug. Both Omegas gripping eachother as if they would never see eachother again. And that's how Will felt, that he would lose her to the Ripper one way or another.

Still clutching her friend she dared to whisper, "Would you like to help? Everything always works out better when it's you and I."

Slumping into her arms, Will nodded. He just lost, and he feared what the consequences would entitle.

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"Sir? Um, Jack? Hi, it Miriam. The girl you asked to help you on this case. I just wanted to know if it was okay if I had one of my fellow trainees consult on this case. Hes reall-"

"No." Jack's voice was firm in his denial. He had already put his reputation on the line hiring Miriam, he would not add another trainee in the mix. He was stressed enough as is. Miriam's bright blue eyes became doe like as she stood in shock at his flat out refusal. She would not consider herself bratty or petulant, but right now she was angry at being denied.

"But, Sir, if you look at his file you would be amazed." She tried.

"My answer still stands. Now get out of my office." The Alpha's patience was wearing thin, he had a case to worry about, not some whimsical Omegas. Miriam's glare was fierce, her jaw set firmly. She brought Will's files with her, hoping he'd st least look at them. Apparently not. Except, she knew how to get her way, and she was going to get Will Graham on the team.

She marched over and dropped Will's file on his desk. Her glare firmly set on Jack. "William Alexander Graham, twenty-four year old Omega. Trained down in Louisiana and was a consultant for homicide down there. He's talented and the best I've ever seen. It would be wise to get him involved." And with that she left. She was not new to the manipulation game, but even that is something a newbie can do. Strike interest in them and watch everything fall into place.

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Will Graham sat in his Forensics class and was dutifully writing notes. He was a student, and he was very respectful of his professors as long as they paid him that same respect. And his Froensic professor, Dr. Edward's, did. He was an odd Beta, intrested in strange things and became gleefully happy on the topic of dead bodies. He had a strange fixation on decomposition he realized. He had a love for insects and mushrooms. Saying he had his own snail farm along with several species of mushrooms in his basement. An odd Beta yes, but a damn good teacher.

Miriam had the same professor, but just earlier in the morning. They often talked of his class, as they did with all professors. They traded notes and whatever the professor failed to clear in one class he cleared in the other. Speaking of notes Will's hand was beginning to ache from the over use of note taking in the man's class. It happened often so nothing too trouble some. He sat back to try to commit the mans speech to memory for a while to rest his hand when a phone began to ring. It was not a students, no, it was the phone that connected to the classroom. His Professor sighed in annoyance and quickly rushed over. After a few words were exchanged he hung up. And turned back to the class.

"Will Graham, Jack Crawford would like you to report to his office." Will's cheeks flushed in embarrassment, he felt as if he was back in grade school and was called to the Principal's office for a scolding. Which, to be honest, was that far off from the truth. Feeling eyes on him as he began to pack his things did not ease the humiliation, thankfully his Professor snapped at them to mind their own business.

Will let a sigh of relief when he finally exited the auditorium. His face was still scarlet red as he went to go find Jack's office in the adjacent building from his. His mind racing with horrible thoughts. What did Miriam do? What did she say to him? Did something horrible happen already? It has only been a day, there's no way she could be in trouble. Fixing his glasses Will stepped into the building.

The woman at the front desk was an Omega, expected. Will stared at the space between her eyebrows for the whole conversation. "Which floor would Jack Crawford be?" And she would try to make eye contact with him when she responded. "The fourth, sweetie. His office is the sixth all the way down on your left." Will kept his eyes firmly on her forehead no matter how much she moved around and only gave her a curt nod before all but running away to the elevator.

Finally finding Crawfords office he was at a lost. The office had glass doors and he wasn't sure if he was supposed to knock on them or invite himself in. He settled for gently rapping his fist on the glass, careful to not do any harm to it. After hearing the deep command to "Come in." He took one quick steadying breath before entering.

"Ah, you must be Will Graham. Your Professors have talked very highly of you. Please sit." Miriam's so called "Guru" gestured with one of his hands to the two empty chairs infront of his paperwork cluttered desk. The man must be drowning in it. Will nodded in thanks and took his seat. He began to take in his surroundings, the map and pictures on his right were all of the Ripper's killings. All six, there were post it notes, details on the crime, and small observations. It was a mess but at least it was something.

"You understand why I have called you in?"

"You sound like one of my teachers from fifth grade here to lecture me." Great job Graham, his mind hissed, you're amazing at the whole first impressions thing. Will wanted to cringe at himself. And inwardly he did, outwardly he stared at the vein on the man's forehead. What would happen if it were to burst, he wondered.

Jack chuckled at his comment, surprisingly, and pulled out a file. His file. And that is when he fell back into old habits. He looked all around the room, glancing into the Alpha's eyes for a second before he was looking at something else. It was a nervous tick he had thought he had grown out of. Apparantly life wasn't so easy.

"I have come to understand you have problems with being social." Will nearly scoffed at that, no shit. "Where do you fall on the spectrum?" Wow, Will was appalled. No had really questioned it. Trusting he was stable enough and not seeing a reason to doubt him. Also, why was he questioning him on this?

"I-" this is not time for your little metaphors Will, a part of his brain snapped. The smart part of his brain. "-I fall somewhere between aspergers and autistic narcissitic sociopath." He was never diagnosed, he never had the money or time for it. Still doesn't. Crawford nodded, Will could see the cogs in the man's brain turning quickly.

"From what I have learned, from Professors and friends of yours. You can empathize with narcissists and sociopaths-" Will's head began to shake, he knew where this was going. And he did not like it.

"I can empathize with anybody. Thanks to a personality disorder and an active imagination." Jack Crawford's grin sent chills down his spine. He looked like a man who just won the lottery. Leaning over his desk, closer to Will who wanted to lean back but had no room the man asked, "Can I borrow your brain?"

He should have said no. He should have walked out in that moment. Go back to class and hopefully get the last part of his session and notes. Then again, when has he ever done what was good for him?

"Ok."