J is for Just Puzzled
(taking
a break from the Eppes boys, following two stories will be Larry and
Megan centered)
Larry was puzzled as to why Megan was leaving the
FBI. Amita was equally puzzled as to why Charlie was busy. Now a days
as she had difficulty in locating him. He seemed to disappear just as
his classes end.
Amita
had a free afternoon so she thought she'll seek Charlie out for
lunch.
She went into Charlie's office and she saw Larry sitting
on Charlie's chair, elbows on the table and chin resting on
upturned palms.
He looked puzzled.
"Larry, where is
Charlie?"
"I don't know." Larry replied to Amita.
"Do you know what's he's doing now. I know he's not doing anything for Don, and he seemed to be very busy. I can't seem to find him anywhere today. He's not answering his cell either." Amita came up to confide in Larry.
Larry seemed to be in a world of his own. He muttered, 'I don't know why she's leaving. I don't think I'm the reason behind it. Maybe…'
"Larry!"
"Huh? Oh hi, Amita. What are you doing here? Are you looking for Charlie?"
"Oh Larry, you have not heard what I've just said. Are you alright?"
"Me, why shouldn't I be?"
"Oh well, because I came in five minutes ago, and I was talking to you, and you seemed to be in space." Amita sat down in front of him and put a hand on his arm, "What's wrong Larry?"
"Oh the space thing is over and done with. I've learned quite a bit, and then the monastery stay was an eye opener. I'm back here and started teaching again in CalSci. I thought everything would be alright but now it seems I'm deemed to be alone in this world. That's what's wrong."
"Why Larry? You are not alone. Besides Megan, you have Charlie and me and Alan and even Don. You….Are…Not…Alone." Amita mimicked some ghostly apparition to lighten up Larry's mood.
"Thank you Amita, yes I know I am not alone, as in alone, but oh something's gonna come up soon…….." Larry didn't want to say much. Megan had told him and said not to tell anyone until she had told Don and the rest of the team.
Megan said she couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something else, and she went through a few profiling jobs available and that wasn't suitable. She wanted to teach and reach out to young people who got misguided and misled into a life of crime. She had seen plenty of young girls and boys killed or committing crime which had destroyed their lives, not only their lives but also the lives of their loved ones.
She was so passionate about this that Larry had to agree with her. He had told her he would support anything she wanted to do and told her to go ahead.
'Larry, Larry!"
"Oh, I'm sorry Amita, I'm wandering again, am I?"
"Yes, Larry, can't you tell me about it?" Amita asked, looking at Larry worriedly.
"No, my dear. It's alright. It's going to be okay. Now what do you want from me?"
"Information."
"What information? Oh About Charlie? I'm not sure what he's doing right now. All I know is that he's trying to find a student who was in the same school with him and Don some 23 years ago. I'm just curious as to why he was looking for him now, no not curious, more like puzzled."
"Oh, maybe he just wanted to keep in touch with him."
"Why after all these years?"
"Ah, that you'll have to ask him. He has a class around three. Maybe you can speak with him then."
"Oh thanks Larry. I have to run. If you need my help or anything, just tell me alright?"
"Yes, yes Amita, thank you."
Amita nodded to Larry and went out of Charlie's office.
Larry sat down and his wandering thoughts started again. He was thinking about Megan and her leaving the FBI, of course.