I am so sorry! I thought I'd posted this but a lot has been going on. On another note, I was thinking about changing the title to something with a little more thought, or maybe I won't. Oh well, hope you love this and please review so I can know that one person is at least reading this.
A couple hours later, I walked down to a cafe a couple of blocks away from my hotel. It was slightly dated but held a certain charm of its own, with its oak wood floor and light pastel blue walls. The cafe had only a couple of tables that seated three maximum and a small lounge area. I headed for an open table set for two; there was no way the person meeting me would be in the lounge area where we could not have a private conversation. I sat down on the slightly uncomfortable metal chair, glancing at the black and white clock mounted on the wall every few seconds. 9:25, it read. He usually was early and eager to see me so why was he not here, even if I was 5 minutes early. 'Well,' I thought to myself, 'I may as well get one thing crossed off my 'to do list' today'. So I grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialled.
"Hello." An irritated Lisbon answered.
"Well hello Teresa!" I said in a fake sugar-coated voice while plotting her imminent demise.
"Oh, great. Let me guess, you want on this case too." Someone sat down in front of me as she spoke. He glanced down at a menu, listening in on my end of the conversation.
"I'm still in Quantico so I won't be much good from here, will I?" I said my tone sharp. Teresa sighed tiredly over the phone but I wasn't going to let this one go. "We are colleagues Agent Lisbon, I expect you to treat me as such. This means I am updated on cases that I need to be updated on!" With that I hung up on her and looked to the person in front of me, who was still studying the menu intently. His salt and pepper hair was styled neatly and framed his slightly wrinkled face.
"You always did like to have the last word. It irked me to no end when you were in training." Former Supervisory Special Agent, current author, David Rossi stated.
"You also said it irked you when 'shenanigans' happened and that it would 'be the death of you' yet here we are." I gave a cheeky grin, letting myself forget about the world for a little while.
"Do you want to talk about the phone call now or later?" Thanks for reminding me Dave! I gave him a guarded stare. I got up from the table abruptly, the chair making an ear-splitting noise, and walked out of the cafe. I could hear David as he tried to catch up with my increasingly fast pace but I ignored him and started to go towards a park nearby. It may not have been fair to stalk off like that but he had unknowingly crossed a line, which I would normally be fine with but I just really needed him to be a unconditional proverbial rock for me.
I headed toward a big oak tree and sat down on the grass, leaning my head back against the tree, closing my eyes. I knew David was standing to my left as he was casting a shadow over me.
"Do you remember what you said to me when we first met?" I opened my eyes in surprise that was not what I had expected.
"You make it sound like we are an old married couple." I deadpanned, staring straight ahead, unblinking.
"After I introduced myself you said, 'I don't care who you are, maybe tomorrow or another day I will, but today nothing is important'." David tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
"I was slightly depressed at the time and, if I didn't know you better, I would have said you took advantage of that." I said slightly accusing, turning towards him and raising an eyebrow.
"I saw an opportunity and I took it like you have done many times," He poked me in the stomach. "Besides, aren't you glad you took my offer to join the Bureau?"
"Not the point." I grumbled sourly, I was fighting a losing battle and it did little to feed my ego. We sat in comfortable silence before he spoke again.
"Anyway, my point is you are too stubborn to let things or people bother you when you feel it unnecessary." I rolled my eyes and got up, "I have to go Dave, we'll talk later, right?" I avoided his eyes as I turned around and started to walk away but a hand on my shoulder stopped me and turned me around. "I'm here for you, you know that." Dave said sincerely, looking into my eyes.
I nodded silently and gave him a slight smile.
~SarahJaneSarahJaneSarahJane~
3rd Person POV
Three days later, the entire BAU team was currently on the jet, heading towards Guantanamo Bay Detention Center to interrogate a man called 'Jind Allah'. They were discussing the case when Gideon's phone rang. All eyes turned to him as he took out his phone and looked at the caller identification panel that read 'SJ'.
"I've got to take this; I'll only be a minute," Gideon said as he got up and out of their hearing range, "Yes?"
"I just wanted to let you know that I'm going home. My suspension ends tomorrow so..." Sarah's voice rang out from the cell phone.
"I understand, we just got called in on a case but it was good to see you again."
"You'll tell them later for me, please?" Gideon could practically see her struggling to contain her emotions through the phone.
"Is that what you want?"
"No, I guess not. Send my love to all of them and tell them 'Good Luck'. Goodbye, Jason." SJ said quickly and hung up abruptly.
The agent walked back to his seat and sat back down, putting his phone away. "Who was that?" Reid asked. "SJ, she sent you all her love and wished us luck on the case."
"She didn't want to talk to any of us?" Reid asked what the rest of the team was thinking, with slightly hurt eyes.
"She was probably in a hurry, Spence, don't worry about it." Interjected JJ before Gideon could say anything even though JJ was worried about her too because of her odd behaviour all week. Little did the Media Liaison know that she had a reason to be worried.
~SarahJaneSarahJaneSarahJane~
It was an unusually cold October day at the West Hillside Park. The park was littered with colorful leaves that had fallen from the many trees that surrounded the circus that was currently residing there. The group was packing up their stands, ready to move on to the next town as they had so many other times. All except for a 15 year-old Sarah Jane, who was currently sitting on the slightly damp grass and leaning against a tree. She was gazing at a small bird a couple of meters away with empty eyes, shivering slightly from the cool breeze. Now, normally, Sarah would never give the bird a second glance but today she did because the bird was black. Black, which had, in the last four days, become her favourite colour. Her favourite colour because all others reminded her of the two people she had lost. The bird was startled and flew off and Sarah let out a depressed sigh as the ache in her heart became more prominent. 'They all leave eventually don't they?' she thought with defeated malice, 'Anything, anyone, everyone that is nice to me, good to me...gone'
The young woman glared at the spot where the bird had left from, she had been wrong, it did remind her of Patrick and Angela. She was partially glad they were away from this life because it was what they wanted; a life away from the circus and their parents. Personally, she kind of liked this life but she could definitely understand Patrick wanting to be away from their father. Alex Jane had gotten way worse after his son left. He was more dominate and verbally abusive than ever and, if she was honest with herself, Sarah partially blamed the two runaways.
"She's right over there." Jenna's voice drifted over from beyond Sarah's line of sight. Just her voice inserted a picture into Sarah's mind; a tall Russian gypsy with long straight black hair and vibrant, luminescent caramel eyes. Jenna could always bring out the mischievous and fun-loving side of Sarah but she really could get worked up over people discriminating some groups of gypsies because of their traditions.
The unseen person approached the young woman, "Hello," he said in a confident voice, "My name is D-"
"I don't care who you are, maybe tomorrow or another day I will, but today nothing is important. Nothing ever will be again." Sarah's voice was hollow and haunted. So much so that the stranger was tempted to bend down and hug her. 'But,' the unknown man thought to himself, 'That would not be helpful to my cause.' The man eventually concluded he would have to use his skills to manipulate her into listening to his proposition.
"Funny, it's just that, to me, you looked like someone who would jump at the chance to prove people wrong and defy all the odds." Sarah's head whipped around so fast that her hair her cheek. She saw a, roughly, 30 year-old man dressed in a suit. He had an unidentifiable twinkle in his eyes that almost threw Sarah off but she could still see it, clear as day.
"What do you want, cop? No, wait, not a cop. That suit is too top-of-the-line to be purchased on a cops salary. I'm guessing…an FBI agent but something different than those robotic yes-men doing their bosses' work and the 'I want to arrest everyone in sight' attitudes from self-righteous bureaucrats." Sarah couldn't help but analyse every aspect of him, throwing herself into it as a distraction, and humming thoughtfully as she tried to figure out the difference between the man in front of her and the other pitiful fools. It was obvious to her that he was not some person you could deceive easily but one who noticed more than he let on.
While the young performer was analysing him, he was doing the same to her. The young teen's blonde hair was pulled up into a slightly messy bun at the nape of her neck and her blue-green eyes looked slightly void of life, though, a mischievous sparkle was present. She had a light natural tan that complemented her features. She wore a black buttoned-down vest that showed her stomach a little, but not enough to be considered slutty, and black skinny jeans. At first glance, with her dark makeup and clothing, an amateur would believe that she was a Goth but David Rossi was no amateur. The profiler could see with certainty that she was not Goth, she was merely grieving. Even her flip-flops were black, showing that when she set her mind to something, she really went through with it thoroughly. And David Rossi needed thorough agents.
"Well," David started, sitting down across from her, "I must admit that I am very impressed."
Sarah rolled her eyes; of course the cop was impressed, but she was so much more than anyone would ever know, than she would ever let her know.
"Again, what do you want?" Sarah sneered. As much as this was a good change of entertainment, Sarah found herself quickly growing bored.
"I have a proposition for you to consider, if you would listen for a few moments." The agent said, trying to be persuasive, looking into her eyes. He touched her hand but she pulled away, giving him a death glare.
"Then hurry up and say it, before I lose my temper. I have better things to do then to listen to a... Federal agent." She said menacingly.
"I can give you a complete education at a top notch high school and have you accepted into the FBI Academy. After that, there will be a job waiting for you at the Behavioural Science Unit." David said.
"Why are you doing this? I don't even know your name." Sarah said truly curious to his intentions.
"David Rossi." He said holding out a hand to shake. Sarah took the offered hand after a moment of hesitation and replied to the slightly late introduction "Sarah Jane."
I just wanted to point out that at this point in time the BAU was the BSU (and yes I did look it up). So, um, feel free to ask me questions or something or just PM to talk about the shows or something. The next chapter will, most likely, be moving onto the first COMPLETE case they do but it may take a while.
-SS