Rossi had no problem recognizing Dr. Hayward when he got off the plane. The fact that he was the first person off indicated that he had flown first class, and the way that the other first class passengers trailed respectfully behind him showed that he had made quite an impression on them. In addition, his tweed sports jacket and battered attaché screamed 'Academic!' to all and sundry.
"Dr. Hayward?" Rossi stepped forward, holding out his hand to shake. "David Rossi, FBI."
"So, they're sending agents out to meet with me now," the UFO expert observed. "I suppose I should be flattered."
"My entire team is here," Rossi told him as the two shook hands. "We are from The Behavioral Analysis Unit in Quantico and are looking into the bodies that were recovered at the areas where the sightings were made."
"Well, that is where I want to go first," Dr. Hayward dictated. "I need to see the site of the most recent landing. I only hope that my presence there won't draw too big of a crowd. You have no idea how distracting that can be for the serious scientist."
"Oh, I do have some idea," Rossi remarked dryly. "I have somewhat of a following of my own."
"Oh, you're that Agent David Rossi," the tone was condescending. "I am, of course, familiar with your writings. Quite creative, I must say."
Rossi ground his teeth. "Actually, I write primarily about cases I have been personally involved with in the BAU," he replied patiently. "Unfortunately, whether you want to believe it or not, everything in my books is true."
Barely disguising a derisive snort, Dr. Hayward looked around. "Where are my bags?" he demanded. "And my equipment? And, I assume you have made arrangements for appropriate transportation?"