A/N I'm sorry if the character are a bit OOC.

Emory's POV

I quietly slipped through the seats of my first class. Professer Bauer had announced a presentation that would be given by the FBI; how incredibly enticing. If you can't tell, there is simply pure sarcasm dripping from that statement. As I always have, I sat myself down in the far corner of the top row of seats. In all honesty, college was simply high school for me; easy, but terribly lonely. I got early acceptance into my namesake, Emory, majoring in medical science. You're not very popular if you're supposed to be in eleventh grade, but instead are in a sophmore class.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Agent Hotchner and Dr. Spencer Reid will be presenting their presentation on the psychology of a serial rapist; how their cognitive thinking processes work and what can trigger such horrible acts of assault." our professer announced with bravado.

I put in a ear bud, and played a bit of Green Day, and drew little things on the edges of my frayed notebook. We were supposedly having an exam on the diagnosis of psychopathy, and that this was supposed to be our review, but I found it madly annoying that they expect a presentation to boost our grades to the bare minimum.

"How about you in the back?" a voice called out.

My eyes flickered upwards, and raised an eyebrow. The younger one, Dr. Reid, stood waiting with a pretentious half smile creeping upon his face. I looked at the slideshow slide; the question, ''In conclusion, how do you think the psychopathy of a serial rapist develops?" blared outwards.

I cleared my throat quietly, and answered. "In medical records, it is developed through a hyperactive dopamine reward system that the brain acquires. However, I personally believe it is caused through a man versus self-type situation that developed without anyone noticing. Thus, a schizophrenia-esque disorder develops, causing them to develop their own sadistic reward system."

"Double brain gets it again! Where will she strike next?'' the boy in the front row mutters, causing few laughs to erupt from the crowd.

Dr. Reid frowns slightly, and asks, "How old are you, Miss...?"

"I'm seventeen, eighteen in September. And it's Emory. Emory Ross."

His eyebrows flicker up ever so slightly, and he smiles to himself. The older man thanks the class for their time, and they leave. As they do, class is dismissed. I grab my books, and go to my next class, Acc. Tech. However, before I'm out the door, I'm stopped by Prof. Bauer. She says she wants to speak to me about placing me in a different Psychology class.

I nod, telling her to speak. "Miss Ross, your grades are extremely high, and you seem to have a thorough understanding of the human brain. There was a reason behind the presentation, and it wasn't to boost class grades. It was to scout out possible BAU members. Aar-Agent Hotchner says that you were the perfect candidate. You are to meet him and Dr. Reid at the BAU headquarters. They're willing to pay for the flight, but you'll have to find housing. What do you say?"

I frown slightly; psychology wasn't really my major, medical science was. However, if I was able to get the credit for being a possible candidate, then that what look pretty damn good on my resume. I nod in agreement.

Prof. Bauer smiles, and says, "I'll tell them your answer."

"Mum, I'm going to be visiting you for a few weeks; do you mind if I crash at your place?" I ask my mother via the phone.

''Don't you have classes? I don't want me interfering with your life." she answers, clearly suspicious of my wanting to ''visit'' her all of a sudden.

Now you care about my classes, I think frustratingly. "I got early dismissal from my classes; far ahead as always. Plus, while I'm visiting you, I'm doing a project for college.''

"What's the project called?" she immediately fires back.

"Uh... Project...um, X?"

"...Fine. When can I expect you to arrive?"

"Saturday. Four thirty in the afternoon."

"I'll be there."

I hang up, and then lay down on the carpeted floor of my dorm room. My entire life revolved around me being the smartass of the family. My dad was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and mild psychopathy. My mum was depressed, and took too many antidepressants, as well as esctasy. My sister was slightly bipolar, but was relatively normal. Just borderline average; average looks, average intelligence, average grades... average everything. Just an average girl born into a life she didn't deserve; she deserved a whole lot more than what she had.

Suddenly, there's a knock at my door, and I'm cautious to open it; nobody ever visited me.

"Hello, Emory Ross right?" the familiar doctor says.

"Er..Dr. Reid?" I mutter confusedly, "What are you doing here? Aren't you suppposed to be in Quantico?"

"Well, I've been told to stay with you; actually, to simply teach you the basics of training to become a BAU agent. Considering your age, you'll need guidance from someone close to your age; me." he answers awkwardly.

"..."

"Let's start off simple. What do you fear the most?" he asks.

I don't even have to think.

"I fear falling apart."