-1"Excuse me, are you Prodigy Parker?" Prodigy lifted her head up.
"Hi, Dr. Spencer Reid, sorry about the tooth pick remark."
Dr. Reid replied, "my team calls it the Reid effect. It happens with animals and children. They generally don't like me that much. You can call me Reid. Any questions?"
Prodigy felt guilty for calling him a tooth pick. "What do you mean by 'your team'? Do you play sports or something?"
Reid, laughing, replied, "I'm a profiler. I work for the behavioral analysis unit, or, the BAU for short."
"You look like a teacher's assistant. I can't believe you work for the F.B.I! What are you doing here anyway?" Prodigy asked.
"I'm investigating something. I can tell you later."
Prodigy was surprised by the way he looked. He was wearing a sweater vest; not something a typical F.B.I agent would wear.
Beethoven started to play. "Is that your ringtone?"
Reid replied, "Yeah, I've got to go. The text message said 'CASE FILE'."
"Bye." Prodigy said quickly.
The bell rang. Everyone was walking out with their mentors. "Bye, Ellie! Who's your mentor, and where is he? Whoever he is," Marcie asked.
"Well, my mentor is that guy I called a tooth pick. He's really smart, and he's an F.B.I agent."
"No way! What is a F.B.I agent doing here?" Marcie replied.
"He didn't say. I'm going to ask him later, when he gets back from wherever he went."
The next few days Prodigy saw no sign of Reid. She didn't even get a call. "Prodigy, are you okay? Where's you mentor?" Marcie asked.
Prodigy said in a low voice, "He couldn't come."
Marcie patted Prodigy's back.
"What the heck are you doing? Get off of me Marcy!"
"Sorry." Marcie said.
"Okay, time to account for the mentors and students' first activity! But first, let's take attendance before we start the pre-chess tournament. The real one will be hosted tomorrow," Miss Adams said.
