Okay chapter 4 of this party... I promised Mary i would post this one today so chapter 4 is dedicated to her...

A Different Life Shared

Chapter 4: Strangers Meeting part 2

He looked out over the auditorium and shook his head. They were the normal bunch of kids starting college. The most eager ones sitting in the front, and many talking or looking nervous. A lot of them also looked like they had just gotten out of bed or were still drunk from parties last night. None of them looked interested in what he had just written on the black board behind him, though. He let out a deep sigh, wondering once again why it was he had decided to leave New York and the FBI for this.

Why hadn't he just gone back to being a prosecutor? Or decided to teach at the academy instead. Oh right, because he needed a break from the contact with the violence, because even after two years when trying to fall asleep he still saw his wife's dead eyes, turning into the black sinister ones of The Manhattan Ripper. Eyes he knew were still out there watching his every move and waiting to strike again, and that was why he was here now. He had spent the last two years hunting the bastard that destroyed his life and left him a widow, after killing his wife he'd been married to for 12 years in their apartment. Leaving him a message of how he was still watching him but that was it for now.

The Manhattan Ripper was the one he had been at that point trying to catch for months. One that was known for luring his way into young women's apartments in some way. Wealthy women normally, those that wouldn't just let a stranger in, and yet he always managed to have them let him in. He cut off the phone cables and electricity and caught the women and raped them in their bed, before he stabbed them to death and turned them around so their face was buried into their pillows, and he placed a blanket over them so they looked to be sleeping. Then he cleaned up blood from around the bed, and sometimes left a message to whoever found them that the angel of death had come to the lovely X in her sleep, there were never left any DNA, as he wear a condom and gloves.

Peter had found Brooke in the same way, only difference was he had known something was wrong the moment he entered the apartment. He shook his head, he couldn't dwell in the worst night in his life again especially at the moment.

What was important: he was here now because two months ago he had gotten a message from the ripper, one that said that he was still watching Peter's every move. And he could come back for him taking others he cared about if needed, but he was willing to cut a deal, if Peter stopped hunting him, he would let him alone. One look into a big pair of chocolate eyes had convinced Peter it was what he had to do. To be further on the safe side he quit his job and settled on the move to DC and to change position into a college teacher, this the ripper couldn't be mad about of that he was sure. It was what he needed to do for sure. And honestly he had needed a break from the crime and pain the job had given him.

He sighed and called the class into order, though most didn't listen so he called out once more. This time more fell silent, and with a 3rd try he got them all silent.

"Okay I'll like to welcome you to Criminal Justice, the course will be for this semester only." He started out only to be interrupted by the door opening. His and the whole room's eyes turned to the unfortunate student that had been late for class this morning, and that was when Peter's eyes grew wide in shock.

Okay she looked very different now, the big curly hair hanging loose around her shoulders, still a bit humid, and wearing jeans and sweater that was a little too big for her and he could only imagine she must be sweating in and a pair of sneakers. Actually she couldn't look much different from the elegant sexy woman he had almost slept with last night until she had flipped and run out of him, because of God knows what. She had even forgotten her bag and shoes, Peter had checked the ID earlier and soon found out it was a fake one. Didn't take him much, after all with his many years at the FBI it was hard not to see. He however was now ashamed he hadn't figured out she could still be in college. He had figured out she was younger than him, also far younger, but he had thought she was a graduate student the way she looked and acted, at least until she panicked and ran out on him. He gulped, it was worse not only was she a college student she was a first year. Meaning she was what? 19 maybe... if he was lucky. He hoped she at least was 19. But how could he be as unlucky as this, he had almost slept with his student, and he had had oral sex with her, she had given him the best blow job he had ever had.

His very pretty student, he added in his mind, because even now then she was dressed down, with no make-up and more looked like she had just gotten out of the shower and throw on the clothes closest to her, she was still very attractive. She looked shocked to see the whole class staring at her and looked up at him, and that was then he saw all color drain from her face. Well at least it looked like he was not the only one surprised to see her here, and she hadn't known who he was before hand. Looking at her now he actually feared she was going to pass out that was how pale and shocked she looked. He swallowed and shook his head he couldn't keep staring at her like this, or the whole class would soon know something was up.

"Miss? I am glad you could join us this morning. Would you please take a seat? And remember for the next time that I start my lessons on time, and if you are late I prefer you don't show up at all." He raised his eyebrow at her taking in how she seemed to grow even smaller and insecure, he felt a little bad and turned his attention to the class. "Let this be the only time I tell any of you this. If you prefer to sleep in do so but don't show up late. Now Miss please find yourself a seat." He mentioned to her.

Alicia was in shock. This couldn't possible get any worse of that she was sure. She had almost slept with her teacher. And she had at least kissed her teacher, and had oral sex with him. She gulped as she sat down beside Erica. Why had she also been so stupid to get lost as she took her regular morning run earlier. Something that had led her to getting back late and sweaty so she needed a shower, and annoyed that she didn't even have enough time for her standard workout of stomach exercises, or anything else. She had hurried to class after already knowing she was late and this was what she ran into. She had hardly gotten any sleep last night, only about 2 hours in her bed before she had been up to make her run. And the early morning lecture she was late to, beside getting out of her schedule of crunches and pushups, now it turned out her teacher, Mr. Florrick, was Mr. dark and mysterious from last night. What a start on college she seemed to have.
And worst of all she would now need to talk with him after the lecture to ask if she could possibly have her bag after all she couldn't really not do that, and she really did need her cards and keys back.
"Ok, this course is for this semester only." He told them once more, while he noticed a blond girl a few rows back wave at his little curly haired brunette who quickly moved to have a seat over by what he guessed was a friend of hers.

"Why do you look so weird? You look like you have seen a ghost?" Erica whispered to her, and Alicia hissed a silent be quite to her.

"Can't you see it?" She whispered, annoyed and nodded at Peter, well Mr. Florrick, she couldn't really risk calling him Peter in class. That would only make this whole mess even worse.

Erica glanced down there, while Alicia wondered how she hadn't figured it out already, it had probably something to do with how drunk Erica had been last night.

Her friend gasped in surprise.

"Isn't that? Oh wow... This is so embarrassing that I hadn't figured it out by now. Oh my God that means you and him... oh wow... are you okay? Well he is for sure a TILF!" Erica gasped and then wincked at Alicia while she hissed back at her to shut up and be quiet.

She managed to make Erica not ask anything else for the rest of the lecture and as they were let go, she held back telling Erica she would see her later, after all their next classes were not the same. She nervously waited till everyone had left, hoping Mr. Florrick wouldn't leave too. Thankfully he didn't, so as the room had cleared out she nervously walked down to meet him. As she got close she cleared her throat nervously.

He looked up from the papers he had been collecting by the sound of someone clearing their throat. He already knew it would be her, he had noticed how she held back as everyone else left the room, clearly intending on speaking with him.

"Miss? What can I do for you?" He asked. God it sounded wrong asking something like that after last night. She raised an eyebrow, clearly having caught how wrong it sounded too, but she let it pass.

"Umm sir I wondered if we could talk..." She looked nervous and shy, so very different from the strong, sexual woman he had met the night before. He sighed and made a motion with his hand for her, deciding on cutting her some slack, she clearly found this as uncomfortable as he did.

"I have your bag and shoes at in my office, I had planned on trying to find the owner later today. This way." He didn't say anything else but grabbed his stuff and guided her out of the room and down the hallways to his office, he left the door open as they went inside. He didn't want to risk any rumors if anyone else had seen them last night, which was entirely possible.

He looked around and found the plastic bag where he put her things in and handed it to her. Their fingers brushing against each other's, something that sent shivers down his back.

She quickly pulled her hand away and checked the plastic bag and took up her own bag, checking if everything was in it.

"Don't worry I didn't take your credit card, or your fake ID." he told her watching her flinch by those words.

"You know it was fake..." She whispered.

"Is not hard to figure out. It said you were 24, something that is rather impossible since you are here in a freshmen course." He told her, as he took a seat behind his desk, before adding with a sigh: "Please tell me you are older than 18."
He looked tired and stressed, this was too much. DC was supposed to be a fresh start and definitely a simple start anew. He didn't need this, he didn't need it at all.

Alicia looked down at the floor, wondering what to answer to that one. It would be so easy to lie, to tell him she was 18 or even 19, but she knew if he checked any papers he would learn the truth. He would learn she was really just a kid, and she had a feeling this would only get worse if he had to learn it such a way instead of from her personally.

She shook her head slowly and heard his sharp intake of breath.

"How old are you Miss...?" He asked.

"Cavanaugh, my last name... and I am 17..." She whispered softly. She heard him gasp in shock and then minutes seemed to pass without him saying anything, she looked up nervously. He was staring at her, mouth wide open in shock and horror.

"Please tell me you are turning 18 soon..." He whispered, and she shook her head again.

"I turned 17 yesterday... I am sorry..." she whispered again, nervous over what he might do with her. Was it possible he could ban her from his class? She sure didn't hope so, she had loved the subject and he was a great teacher, she had already noticed that from the one lecture today.

He stared at her still in shock.

"You could have me arrested... you are a minor. What have I done..." He gasped in fear.

And she felt relieved that was all he feared.

"I won't tell anyone... don't worry... also what could I really tell it was consensual, and nothing really happened. Don't worry I won't tell anyone..." She told him giving him half a smile.

He looked at her with a weird, still horrified look in his eyes, one that clearly told her he wished she would leave fast and he wouldn't have to see her again.

"Well are you alright at least... I mean you ran out... did I hurt you? Alicia... you should really turn me in... I did something wrong and something clearly happened since you suddenly ran..." He sighed and she felt a shiver down her spin when he spoke her first name. One she shouldn't be feeling, he was her teacher after all. Also there were no chances she could possible tell him what had happened with her. Why she had run out, why she had stopped them.

"You didn't hurt me and I won't turn you in... thank you for getting me my things... and I am sorry about last night... but I won't mention it to anyone... it'll be our secret..." She whispered and gave him another smile, and before he got the chance to answer she turned around and moved out of the room. Leaving him alone in his office staring after her.

He was in shock, in complete and utterly shock. He had nearly slept with a girl almost 20 years younger than him and not to mention a minor. A minor that was now his student and he had surely crossed a big fat line with.

A minor!

He had, when she had been standing there in front of him in his office, looking so sweet and innocent, been thinking off how amazingly hot she would look bended over his desk while he fucked her hard. Or spread out on top of it naked while he tasted her again like he had last night. God, she had been delicious. And that was what he had thought about.

He really should be in jail with all the other sociopaths and creeps. He was no better than them. She was a fucking child, a child in a woman's body and that made it damn near impossible to not think of her as a grown up, but she had just turned 17. He couldn't imagine something more absurd, he had gone from his departed wife, who had been his high school sweet heart and was not even a year younger than him, to this a woman closer to half his age.

There had never been anyone but Brooke, for he had seen her in a school play when he was 15 and fallen for her. He had gotten her to agree to a date with him soon after and from there it had only been them. There had been no one else for him until the day she died. After she had died he had tried dating a few times, but it never seemed right and had never really went past a 2nd date and some kissing.

Last night had been a huge shock for him, how attracted he had felt to this young, fascinating woman. When he saved her from falling flat on her butt within the bar, it had felt like electricity had run through him as he touched her. And he hadn't been able not look at her through the rest of the night. Tina or whatever her name was, the one he had been talking with before Alicia came into the bar had nothing on her. She had been like the sun shining on a cloudy day. He had been shocked over how attractive, charming and fascinating he found her when he spoke with her. And that was why he had taken her outside, why he had kissed and brought her home.

One hour looking at her smile and hearing her laughter had gotten him ten times as aroused as any of the dates he had been on with women after his wife's death. And he had suddenly felt himself starving for doing more than just looking or talking with her. He sighed, yes he had wanted to do far more than talking, and the scary thing was a huge part of him still did even now they had been talking in his office.

What the hell was wrong with him, she was a fucking minor, not to mention his student. It was wrong in every possible way. And yet he couldn't help but wonder why kissing her last night had felt more right than anything else. He shook his head while brushing it off with an inner excuse that it had only felt right because he hadn't know the details back then. Though a small inner voice told him that was not the truth, since he had after all felt the same jolt of electricity when he had just brushed their fingers against each other's a little while earlier. He sighed, how could he had ended up like this, how could God be this evil to him. And how the hell would he get through one half year as her teacher. He was pretty sure that would be close to impossible. No, correction. It would be impossible.

Okay i hoped this cleared a few things up for you ? please review and let me know your thoughts...

Also need to mention inspiration for this story is by now taken from PLL with the student teacher realtion, Criminal Minds with Peter's past/history, and a book named Twins i read long ago with the Manhattan Ripper...