So, this is just a fun little bonus chapter. I've decided that every few chapters or so I'll post flashback chapters, such as this one, mostly because they are so much fun to write. Plus, writing things like this help me work through my writer's block when it hits.
Meet Jessa in the Academy.
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Jessa pulled herself from her bed and dressed quickly in the uniform, tossing her pillow at her roommate, Heather Scott, to get her out of bed.
"Get your lazy ass up, Scott. They'll kick you out if you're late again."
"Don't tell me what to do, Winchester." She mumbled, pulling the covers over her face.
"Suit yourself. But don't come crying to me when they kick your ass out of Quantico."
With a groan, Scott pulled herself out of bed and shuffled to the shower. Jessa walked down the hall to the common area to make an extra strong coffee.
"Ready to go, Winchester?" Another Agent-in-training asked, slapping her on the back.
"More ready than you, McCall." She bit back. Alex McCall was a rich kid from a white collar family and he was the definition of entitled.
"I don't need to be ready. I'm better than you."
Jessa just laughed, "I think I've proved more than once that isn't true. I'm faster than you, stronger than you, smarter than you and a way better marksman than you. So quit pretending that you're going to get through the Academy."
McCall laughed, "Its all part of my plan, Winchester. Get you comfortable enough so that you become complacent and I can beat you."
"Nice plan, dumbass." She rolled her eyes and walked away from him.
"McCall giving you trouble again?" Scott asked, approaching with coffee in hand.
"It's only trouble if I can't handle it." She downed her coffee, "Come on. If we don't leave now we'll be late for PT."
They made their way to the gym with the other trainees for their latest combat lesson.
"I heard we have a new instructor and I heard he was hot." Scott tittered when they got there.
"As long as we get taught what we need to know to get through the Academy."
"Ugh, you are so boring. When was the last time you got laid?"
"No appropriate, Scott."
"Whatever."
Whatever conversation was left was cut short by their instructor entering the room, "Attention NATs, I am here to whip you into shape and see which ones of you are good enough for the FBI."
"Oh boy." Jessa muttered, recognising his voice.
"I am Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan. Let's get started."
"'Oh boy'?" Scott asked.
"I know him." She whispered back.
"Know him? Like know him know him?"
"Am I interrupting you?" Morgan addressed them.
"No, Sir." Jessa answered.
"What's your name, trainee?"
"It's Winchester, Sir." She played along.
"Well, Winchester. You've just volunteered to demonstrate."
Jessa followed him up to the front of the room to begin his demonstration.
"Okay, now I'm going to put Winchester here in a choke hold and she's going to see if she can get free because she doesn't think she needs to listen." Morgan moved behind her and wrapped his arm around her neck, putting her in a choke hold. "Don't hold back, Bright Eyes." He whispered when their bodies were pressed flush against each other.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Sir." The 'sir' was an added taunt.
It took her all of three seconds to have him on the ground with a handful of moves she learned when she was eight years old.
"Explain what you just did to me, Winchester."
"She kicked your ass, Sir." One of the other trainees called out, causing the room to snigger.
"I offset the balance of your attack, sir." Jessa told him, "You're bigger than me so I used that against you and, like O'Connell said, kicked your ass."
"Do it again, but this time slower. Show the group."
They got back into position and Jessa repeated her movements slowly while Morgan explained to the group what she was doing.
"Watch Winchester's legs." He said, "I'm attacking with my right arm, so she's put her left leg behind mine to give her leverage so she can use my weight against me. So when she extends her arm across my body she can easily toss me like I weigh nothing."
Jessa demonstrated, once again tossing him to the ground. "At least give me a challenge, Sir." She taunted.
"Alright. What about a frontal assault, Agent-Trainee Winchester." He faced her and wrapped both hands around her neck. This one was more familiar to her, bringing images flashing through her mind of when she was thirteen.
John was out on a hunt and she and Dean were doing the usual: Sitting tight and looking after Sam. It was nearing midnight and Sam was running a fever and, as usual, Dean was freaking out.
"Relax." Jessa told him, "There was an all-night drug store a couple of blocks up the road. I'll go get something for him."
"Dad told us not to leave the room." Dean objected.
"Dad also said to take care of Sam."
She jogged up the road to the store and, with the last of their food money, bought something to lower his temperature. On the way home she cut through a park—something her gut screamed at her not to do. She had always prided herself on trusting her instincts, but this time Sam was at the forefront of her mind.
She was almost across the unlit park when a figure attacked her from behind, knocking her to the ground. Training taking over, she scrambled back to her feet and managed to make it a few feet before the much-larger figure caught up to her, grabbing her around the neck and pinning her to a nearby tree.
John had trained them since they were much smaller, and she knew what had to be done but as her assailant fumbled with his pants buckle she froze up.
Luckily, an insomniac was taking his dog for a midnight run and spooked her attacker into taking off. Jessa, too, took off and when Dean asked her what took so long she blamed it on the queue of night shift workers at the drug store.
As the images flashed through her mind, panic took over. She brought her arm up over his and jabbed two fingers into his trachea with all of her strength. When he stumbled backwards she sent a sharp punch into the same spot, followed by a swift kick to his solar plexus.
Morgan was completely winded for a few seconds as Jessa stormed from the room. She had made it halfway down the hall when he caught up.
"What the hell happened in there?"
"You told me not to hold back." She answered without breaking stride.
He was in front of her within seconds, holding her in the spot. "No, the first time wasn't holding back. You lost control in there, Jessa. Come on, you're better than that."
"Am I?" The venom behind the question was unmissable. "You don't even know me, Derek."
"Then let me in. Tell me what happened, okay? Something had you spooked and that caused you to lose control in there."
"I was attacked, okay!" She yelled at him, "When I was thirteen. I went to the drug store one night to get something for my little brother and on the way home I was attacked. He choked me and pinned me against a tree."
"Jessa, I'm so sorry, I didn't know."
"No one does! I never told anyone!"
"Why not?"
"Because I froze. I should have been able to break his hold easily but I froze. I was ashamed so I didn't tell anyone. I found out a few days later that he was a rapist. The police caught him but not after he raped and killed eight girls my age."
Morgan took a step backward, giving her some breathing space. "I've been watching you, you know. You're making good progress here and you're topping all of your classes, acing every test."
"So what?"
"You've got what it takes, Agent-Trainee Winchester. So I want to see you walk back into that gym and show the rest of those NATs that you are going to be the best damn Agent that ever came through here."
"Yes, Sir." She couldn't help but smile as they walked back into the room.
Morgan gave orders for the trainees to pair up and practise the techniques they had been taught, but O'Connell, ever the trouble maker, had other plans.
"I want to see Winchester kick your ass again, Sir." He called out a few minutes into the assignment.
"Winchester couldn't kick my ass again, I only allowed it for the sake of the demonstration." Morgan assured him with a small smirk.
"I don't know, sir." She said after tossing Scott to the ground, "I think I could take you."
He walked right up to her and smiled, "Is that a challenge, Trainee?"
"That's a guarantee, sir."
The room 'ooh'ed as she stepped up, toe to toe with Morgan.
"What are the stakes?" He asked.
"If I win you have to write me a letter of recommendation for any posting I desire after I graduate."
"So sure you'll graduate? Cockiness is not an admirable trait."
"I'm so sure I'll win that if I don't, I'll request my posting to be the least popular posting—a punishment posting if you will. I'll even let you write that recommendation letter too."
Again, the room 'ooh'ed.
"Alright." He agreed to her terms, "You're so sure that you'll win, where would you like for me to recommend your posting?"
"Behavioural Analysis Unit."
"I don't know, Trainee, that's a pretty elite unit.
"They let you in, didn't they?"
"Just so you know, I'm going to have you stuck in a mailroom somewhere for the duration of your career." He teased, only mildly serious.
"Oh no. I'm going to be bossing your ass around the BAU in no time."
More 'ooh'ing from her classmates encouraged them. The other NATs made a circle and Jessa and Morgan began sparring.
Jessa started out pulling her punches, until she ended up pinned to the ground and Morgan had an amused smirk on his face.
"I know you can do better than that, Bright Eyes." He teased, pulling her to her feet.
Before he was fully prepared, she sent two quick jabs to his solar plexus then swept his feet out from under him. He was on his back before he could register what happened.
"Like that?" There was an amused chatter amongst the trainees.
She dropped her focus when he was on the ground, so he grabbed at her leg pulling her on top of him. He quickly flipped her so she was pinned.
"Don't let your guard down." He was pressed against her, his face inches from hers but he didn't move. "If I was an unsub you'd probably be dead by now."
She smirked at him, wrapping one leg around his waist and rolling so she had the control. She had a knee against his chest and a hand at his throat. Barely missing a beat, he used one arm to swipe hers away and the other to send a light jab into her face, just hard enough to shift her weight off him so he could leap to his feet.
Jessa wasn't far behind, circling him with her fists raised. This time, it was Morgan that made the first move—sending a quick punch into her shoulder and following by wrapping his leg behind hers and forcing her to her knees. In that position, Jessa sent her elbow into his stomach and, with her hand around his knee, forced him to the ground. While pulling him down, she got to her feet and within a single moment she had him on his stomach with her knee in his back.
With a satisfied smirk she put the weight of her knee on the centre of his back.
Her classmates applauded her victory.
"Do you concede?" She asked Morgan.
"I get it, you win." He chuckled.
She got off him and helped him to his feet.
"No way you actually beat him." McCall said, pushing his way to the front of the group.
"How'd I do it then?" She asked.
"He obviously let you win. I bet you can't beat someone that doesn't want to sleep with you." He rolled up his sleeves in challenge.
"Right then, McCall. You find someone that doesn't want to sleep with me and we'll give it a try." She smirked and turned her back on him. She had barley taken three steps when she heard his light steps behind her. Blinded by anger at his predictable coward attack, she spun around and grabbed him by the arm and tossing him to the ground in one fluid motion, "I didn't mean you, McCall. You don't meet the criteria."
Morgan stepped forward and helped McCall, and his bruised ego, to his feet. "Don't pick a fight that you cannot win, Trainee. Winchester's been doing this her whole life."
McCall just scowled at her.
"Tell me next time you need your ass kicked, McCall. I'll be more than happy to do it again." She gloated.
He turned from her and walked from the room.
"I believe you owe me a recommendation, Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan."
"Only if you graduate, Trainee."
So this took so much google to get write because (if you couldn't tell from the chapter) I know nothing about fighting, so google told me all I needed to know.
