Just a thought, what if Gideon and Frank had met before the events in No Way Out?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything, just playing around for non-profit.
A little boy and his parents enter a small cafeteria in Nevada. It was shiny and new looking, considering it had been built a mere two years ago, in 1952. It was staffed by a spotty teenage boy, and out the back a young woman was cradling a little baby. It was largely unoccupied, save for a lone mother and her child sitting in a booth near the window.
Jason Gideon, about 5 at this time, stared at the other little boy, who was drinking a strawberry milkshake. Curiosity was rising in him, and he wandered over to the other boy.
"May I sit here?" he asked the little boy, who looked about 6. The other boy briefly looked at his mother, who nodded, then smiled at Jason.
"Sure. My name's Frank. We're from Manhattan. Did you know that it's one of the biggest cities in the world?" Frank looked cheerfully at Jason. He had short black hair, and a thin face. Although he was only slightly older than Jason, he looked much older; his eyes had a depth in them that seemed to age him. Not that Jason could talk: his own eyes and intelligence level were well and truly above average.
Jason smiled at Frank as he sat down. Frank's mother smiled happily at the two boys. It had been a while since she had seen her son talk to a stranger.
"My name is Jason. I did know that Manhattan is a large city. Why are you out here? And where is your dad?"
"Mutti, der Jung heißt Jason," Frank said in German to his mum, then turned his attention back to Jason.
"Well, we're here because Mutti has work she needs to do. And I don't know my Pappi," Frank was emotionless as he said this, as if he was trying to distance himself from what he knew and was saying. Then he smiled at Jason.
"Why are you here? Are you here for me? That makes me feel special."
"Actually, I'm here on vacation. But I'm glad I have a friend now," Jason smiled and offered his hand like he had seen his dad do to his friends. Frank looked confused.
"You shake my hand silly, like this," Jason laughed, and grabbed Frank's hand, placing it in his own. The other boy still looked confused, but less defensive now.
"Jason!" Jason's mother called, indicating they were leaving. Jason, looked apprehensively at Frank, and they both smiled. Jason stood up.
"I'll be seeing you later then, friend," Jason smiled as he turned and ran after his mother.
"See you round," Frank called after him, and turned back to his milkshake. Glancing up at his mother's smiling face, Frank continued smiling.
50 years later, Jason Gideon and Morgan, members of the FBI Behavioural Unit step into the cafeteria. Jason is hit with nostalgia, but he can't place it. He walks over to the older man sitting in a booth. And although it feels oddly familiar, he can't place it.
"May I sit here?" Jason asked politely. The other man froze for the barest second, and Jason swore he saw some form of faint recognition in those eyes. But it was gone in a millisecond, replaced by a cold, piercing stare.
"Please," Frank said, and indicated to the seat opposite him. And so Jason sat down, both men unaware they had met in the same cafeteria, the same booth, 50 years ago. Both men knowing there was something oddly familiar to the scene. Something was there in the eyes of both men, buried deep down; neither could place it for their combined intelligence.
But it was a long time ago, and they soon moved past the feelings of nostalgia, the dull shadows of memories long gone.