The Next Morning – Manhattan New York, Federal Plaza Building – Central Intelligence Agency Offices
"I know that this is a huge favor to ask for," Rose said, sitting across from her boss, Alan Mansfield, "But I'm willing to bet my reputation that DJ can do this and he's my kid. I've practically be raising him from Birth to be exactly like me in these aspects. You know the potential that he has, all he needs is to be molded a little bit more and he'd be the perfect Agent. Now, answer me this question, is it possible to have him put on the list?"
Alan sighed and leaned forward, "The Academy is only for those who have had at least fifteen years in some Law Enforcement, Military or Intelligence agency. Now, I can pull some strings and have him put on the list, but it will be more of a risk to you if he pulls out of the program. I know for a fact that the Brass will accept DJ into the academy because of the fact that he's your kid, but you're going to get the boot if he screws up, understand?"
"So in short, you'll sell it to the brass, but if he screws up, I'm the one who get's screwed?" Rose asked with a raised eyebrow. She expected that.
Alan nodded, "I'll call Headquarters and speak with them and if there are any other conditions that they want, I'll let you know, I'll have paperwork to you by the end of today. Other than that, is there anything else you need?"
"No," Rose stood up and smiled, "Thank you for hearing me out."
"No problem Rose," He grinned teasingly, "Now get back to work."
Four Hours Later…
"You're very lucky that you are you," Alan smiled over at her, "The Director was more the willing to put DJ at the very top of the list to go into the Academy when he turns 18, but there are a few things you need to know."
Rose snorted, "Does it evolve selling my soul to a guy who lives in a lake of fire, has horns, a pointy tail, a pitchfork and goes by a name called Satan?"
"No," Alan snickered, "That's only for politicians. No, Director Gordon says that DJ can come into the Academy when he's eighteen and as long as he has your backing and when gets out, you have to train him for the job."
"Me?" Rose asked with incredulity, "What if retire by then or something?"
"Then you're invited to come back to train him and you can leave when you feel that he can be promoted to a full time Agent," Alan turned to his fax machine behind him and grabbed the stack of papers over it, "Sign these papers, you'll have to sign them to because of the fact that he's a minor."
Rose took them from his hand, "I'll get them back to you tomorrow."
The Long Family Apartment…
DJ Long whistled to himself as he strolled into the apartment's kitchen. He had just experienced the best day. His Principle had called him into his office and told him that at the start of the second semester, he'd be Graduating. It had filled him with a smug sense of satisfaction when he realized that he was the only one in his class who would be doing it early.
He was going to be invited back to participate in the ceremony.
"Hey sweetie," Rose said from the kitchen table.
DJ jumped, "Oh shit, you have to stop doing that Mom."
"And you have to be a little bit stronger when you whistle," Rose smirked and motioned down to the papers, "And you have to get over that jumpiness because that will get you shot when you're on assignment."
DJ's eyes widened, "Are those the forms?"
"Yes," Rose nodded, "Come on, help me fill them out."
And when he sat down at the table, he sealed his future.