AN/ Sorry, this took a while to update.
"Excuse me, can you tell me where Mr. Blakely's office is?" Prentiss authoritatively asked the woman with pink glasses who seemed eternally annoyed.
"Oh, you must be Mrs. Hotchner." The woman replied snootily, the words sounding extremely awkward to both Prentiss and JJ.
"Yes, we were supposed to meet before school, he's supposed to be waiting for us."
"Ma'am, I'm afraid you can't go back there quite yet, he's with another student. Please take a seat. He'll be with you when he can." The woman replied dismissively.
The slam of the counselor's office startled the two women, who looked up only to see Reid's face red with embarrassment as Rossi trailed from behind. "Jewelry making. She put me in JEWLERY MAKING." Reid seemed to mutter repetitively.
"Jennifer Hotchner?" The counselor peeked out of his office to call them in.
Walking in to Mr. Blakely's office, Emily was immediately surrounded by football memorabilia and basketball trophies with 'Go Midland Mackerels' banners draped along the walls. Mr. Blakely was a large balding man with dark hair whose front two teeth seemed just a little too far apart from each other, a fact that did not go unnoticed by JJ.
"Why Jennifer, it's nice to have you at our school--the home of the Fighting Fish!" He said proudly. Seeing as how the other women were not impressed, he began to search through her file. "Why, Jennifer, it seems that you really are quite advanced, but you seem to have a knack for getting in trouble. We won't have that here, now will we?"
JJ fingering the plaid skirt had been envisioning the various methods that she could destroy the hideous uniform was startled out of her plotting. "Uh, yes sir."
The counselor and Prentiss looked at her searchingly, "So will we have problems or won't we?"
"No. Sorry. No problems." She recovered sheepishly.
"Ok," Mr. Blakely continued warily "here's your class schedule. We have an A/B schedule which means you go to the first four classes today and the next four tomorrow. Classes start in 10 minutes. Here is your map and locker number. Hope you brought your calculator!" He ushered the confused women out of his office.
JJ, looking down at the class schedule muttered, "I'm going to kill Garcia."
Prentiss, surprised, examined the piece of paper and saw the classes Garcia had 'selected' for her friend. Advanced physics, intermediate chemistry, advanced calculus, Latin, dance, early Russian literature, African art history, and European and Asian history.
"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad." Prentiss offered smiling
"Emily, the last time I took math I was a junior in high school. I got a B, so I never took it again. I didn't even have to take it in college. And don't even get me started about dance. I used to make fun of the people who took dance. It's not even a sport!" JJ complained, groaning loudly.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, just think of what she did to Reid."
"Why, what'd she do to Spence?"
Emily attempted to keep herself from laughing as she recounted "Oh, she just signed him up for some classes she thought he'd like. You know, pottery. Basics of physics, advanced theater, remedial math, gym, study hall, sports history and jewelry making."
JJ laughed loudly at imagining Spencer Reid in a gym class, or in a play for that matter.
"Wait, how'd you know what classes Spence had?" JJ questioned, and then realization dawning continued, "YOU KNEW!"
Prentiss sheepishly retreated, "Uh, don't you have to get to class?" She asked, almost running away.
Spencer Reid had never found high school difficult. In fact, he had always found high school to be an extremely interesting educational opportunity. Yet, his day seemed to drag on as an eternity. Gym had been an absolute disaster, volleyballs flying throughout the air. His most glorious moment was when a ball had been careening towards his head and he had attempted to swat it away in terror. The swat had been interpreted by his classmates as a perfect set, earning him the reputation of a 'great athlete'. Spencer Reid had been called many things in his life, but athletic was never one of them.
Then it was off to jewelry making. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME! How could people waste so much educational opportunity on crafting earrings for some miscellaneous family member? It seemed that Garcia was out to torture him, because then in pottery he had tripped and his clay went flying, landing ever so gracefully on the teacher's desk. The teacher, not amused, furiously sent Reid to detention.
Throughout the entire day Reid felt eyes on the back of his neck. Young girls would turn and giggle as he walked down the hall. This was something he had never experienced before. On asking one girl where his next class was located, she simply pointed and ran away giggling to her friends.
JJ's day hadn't gone any better. She would have much rather been stuck in a dark room with Spence spouting off random statistics than sit through another lecture on physics. The teacher might as well have been speaking German because as he explained the various terms and calculations, JJ was completely lost. Furiously taking copious notes she was eternally grateful for the bell that rang, singing her release from the prison that was physics.
Chemistry was not nearly as bad, possibly because her first years in college were spent as an undeclared chemistry major. Knowing her friend Garcia had attempted to pick the worse classes possible, JJ was grateful for many things. She was grateful her friend had assumed that her chemistry classes were required, and not the result of a little girl wanting to grow up to be like her scientist father. She was grateful for the professor that convinced her that Communications was the way for her. She was grateful for her secret.
By the time calculus rolled around JJ was wishing for a roomful of angry reporters and a case with no available information. Math, particularly calculus, had never been one of her strengths. Resigning herself, she ignored the hand cramps and continued her note taking.
As the lunch bell rang, the two seasoned FBI agents had never been so grateful. JJ stuffed her oversized books into the locker when she was startled from a deep voice coming from behind.
"You're new here." A tall confident light haired boy smiled, "I'm Jake." Seeing that she didn't respond, he continued, "Advanced Chem, huh? That's rough."
"Yeah." She replied, debating whether to deposit the remaining books in her locker. Only one class left for the day! She thought happily.
"Hey, do you want to come eat lunch with me?" The boy asked sweetly. "I know it's tough being new here, and-"
He was interrupted by Spencer Reid's grateful sigh.
"JJ, I'm so glad to see you!" He practically shouted. "You would never believe the day I am having. How has your first day of school been? Did you like your..." Reid continued to speak as the confident boy, Jake, realized that JJ was no longer listening to him and left silently, obviously upset that he had been rejected.
"Spence, I have never been so glad to see you in my entire life." JJ whispered, placing her arm around Reid's waist, effectively signaling to all the other boys that she was unavailable as they walked into the lunchroom.
"What do you mean?" He asked obliviously as they entered the shortest line.
"All these boys keep asking me to eat with them, to sit by them, or whatever. I am NOT a pedophile!" JJ said as Reid smirked softly.
They waited in silence as they got their food from the large buffet line. Once they were in the main lunchroom, everyone was talking too loudly for their conversation to be overheard.
"Jewelry making! Did you know Garcia signed me up for jewelry making? This is ridiculous!" He finished angrily as they found a table to eat lunch.
"I know, I heard you complaining this morning. It's not like my day's been a blast. Although you may find advanced physics and calculus to be as fun as ice cream in the park, I think I'd rather eat a porcupine."
"Actually, did you know that some Native American cultures consider the porcupine to be one of the most intelligent animals, and that by eating it's body a person can achieve a higher state of peace in their own lives. In fact, some have even documented experiences where-"
JJ smiled listening to Reid go on about some useless piece of information. Reid's monologue was interrupted from his explanation by Becca who had found JJ.
"Hey JJ, where've you been? I've been looking for you everywhere!" The dark haired neighbor eyed Reid excitedly.
"Hi! I'm Becca. Me and JJ are neighbors! Who are you? I've never met you before; I bet you're new too."
JJ smiled and stopped her new 'friend', introducing her to Reid.
"Becca, this is Spence. Spence, apparently you've already met Becca." The younger girl nodded her approval to JJ and mouthed "he's hot" while Reid was busy playing with the slop on his plate. JJ, unfortunately, had just taken a large gulp of water and almost choked.
"So, Spence, where do you go next?" JJ asked, attempting to avoid the orange-like mess that was her school lunch.
Reid's eyes became downcast as he muttered "Basics of Physics." JJ would have laughed at the cute way his lip unconsciously pouted when he was upset.
"Well, I'll try not to be jealous of your physics experience. At least it's the last class of the day, right?" She added hopefully as the bell rang signaling the end of lunch.
"Yeah, you don't get to spend the rest of the day with Rossi." JJ almost laughed out loud at that, and countered "No, but I get to go to Latin now. I mean, what use is it learning a language that nobody speaks?"
JJ laughed at Reid's almost wistful expression and turned to her next class.
"I wonder how the lovebirds are liking school." Garcia laughed to Morgan as she was looking up various possible leads.
"Baby girl, you are absolutely evil. I can't believe you put Reid in theater and pottery!" He said chuckling, imagining the look on the young doctor's face as he sat through boring classes where he couldn't apply himself.
"Yeah, Emily said that Reid almost cried when he found out. How I wish I could have been there!" She said wishfully as she typed furiously.
"I bet JJ was livid. She pulls out a calculator for everything!" He laughed as she kept typing furiously.
"Sugar you can bet your life on it, Emily said she was glad she had an escape route or else JJ may have attacked her. By the way, that's a big fat zilch. Nothing on janitors or custodial workers. Sorry baby cakes."
"No problem, mama. Thanks!"
Garcia closed the call with Morgan sighing loudly. It wasn't often that the team went undercover. She knew that her girl had a thing for Dr. Reid for a long time, and now was a perfect time for them to get together.
"Now to give Dr. Reid a proper high school experience" She said to herself mischeiviously.
"Hmm," she said, rubbing her hands together quickly "I think that Spencer is in a band...Ooo, and JJ used to be a cheerleader!"
Spencer Reid wasn't sure how he had done it. Somehow, this must be an alternate universe or another dimension, because for some reason he had become popular. Sitting down in the front of his physics class, dozens of girls, and some older boys, came and introduced themselves. One boy, Dan, seemed to declare Reid his best friend and sat next to him talking to him throughout the entire class.
"Dude, you're in a band! That's so cool!" Dan looked at him admiringly.
"Umm, I don't know what you mean."
"Dude, don't be modest, I checked your myspace and facebook on my iphone. You're so cool! The guitar? Awesome!"
The teacher, frustrated, had stopped the class without Reid or the boy knowing.
"Dan, would you like to tell the class the answer to this problem?" The teacher asked to the boys in the front row.
"Uh, no. Sorry" The boy replied sheepishly.
"Spencer?"
"Sure." Reid looked at the problem. They were attempting to find out the time it would take for a bouncy ball to travel 30 meters at 2 meters/second. Reid contemplated for a millisecond before, "17.2 seconds"
"No, sorry Spencer, that isn't the right answer." The teacher answered dismissively, attempting to call on someone else.
"What do you mean 'that isn't the right answer'?" Spencer interrupted angrily.
"The correct answer is 15 seconds, you simply take the equation and solve for velocity and..." The teacher began to explain condescendingly.
"No! I am not wrong! It's 17.2 seconds." Reid ran up to the board, writing furiously and muttering "the density of a bouncy ball is approximately..." and "with wind resistance, there would be a drag of..." as he did the calculations.
"See. 17.2 seconds. There's no way a ball would actually only take 15 seconds because of wind resistance, density, gravity, and tons of other factors. Based on the information given it would take 2.2 seconds longer." Reid finished proudly.
The teacher stood back, dumbfounded. "Where did you learn all of that? From your last school?"
Uh-oh Reid thought to himself. He wasn't supposed to blow his cover over something as stupid as a physics question.
"Wikipedia." Reid finished quickly as the class laughed.
The teacher angrily sent Reid to detention, grumpily saying that he was a smart mouth and not to come back to his class until he was 'ready to learn.'
AN/So, what'd you think?