Conflict of Interest

1. First Encounter

"I heard our new professor is like insanely hot," your roommate says as the two of you walk toward the classroom.

"I doubt that's true. He's probably some old retired agent like the last one," you comment, unamused.

"Mr. Garner was such a cranky little bitch," Nina rolls their eyes.

You let out a soft chuckle. "Totally. I wanted to ask him every day what crawled up his ass and bit it."

"Maybe his wife pegged him too hard."

"Pretty sure he was divorced," you say matter of factly, lips pressed together in a line.

"Right. No wonder," she huffs out a breath as the two of you walk into the classroom. You follow shortly behind, watching her short brown hair bounce as she walks.

The room is mostly empty other than the three other trainees that happened to beat the two of you to class, which hardly ever happens because you drag  Nina forcefully to get there early with you every day.

Nina is the type of girl that would probably flunk out for partying too much if she could, which made her traditional Indian parents infuriated. Luckily for you though, their high school and college partying days are over, and she's been focusing on her goal of being an agent.

You keep Nina on track with your "pestering" and "mom" style encouragement to get her work done. You've been the type to try your best on everything since middle school. Your old high school counselor said you're too ambitious, but you don't think there's such a thing. Ambition is good. Ambition creates achievers, people who are the best. Which is what you strive to be... at everything, which is also borderline unhealthy, but that's besides the point.

FBI Academy is no joke. The workouts, classes, training, everything is hardcore, but if it's what it takes to succeed in your dream job, you'll do it, and you'll do it with flying colors.

Every day is pretty much the same. Routine is good though. You trainees get up shortly after sunrise, eat breakfast, then begin physical training. The work outs vary, one day you could be running two miles, and the next climbing walls. After that, everyone showers up and heads to the shooting range. Then, you eat lunch and have some down time before classes begin. Mondays and Wednesdays you have three classes, and Tuesdays and Thursdays there's only two. Friday is just for physical training and down time.

You're allowed to leave the Academy's premises, but everyone must be back by the midnight curfew. On weekends, you can sleep away from the campus.

The uniform trainees wear isn't fashionable, but it could be worse. You wear a navy or blue FBI polo style shirt and khakis or nice jeans. Outside of class, you can wear mostly whatever as long as it fits the dress code the FBI has implemented.

Nina jabs an elbow into your side, and you turn to face her, glaring into their dark brown eyes with confusion and annoyance. "What the hell?"

They point to the front of the now filled up classroom. A man walks in, clearing his throat.

"Holy shit," you mouth to your friend.

The lengthy, fluffy-haired man wears a dark grey suit and black converse. A lighter grey colored vest is closed over a black button up. An outfit that you wouldn't have put together, but he makes work.

He's probably around thirty, maybe a little older, but his stubbled face looks younger. He clears his throat again, playing with his hands in front of his stomach.

"Hello," he presses his lips together for a moment, moving strands of brown waves from his eyes. "My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I'm a profile for the Behavioral Analysis Unit, which is up on the sixth floor. I'm your new professor. I may not be able to make it to class every day, but I will try my best to make online assignments for you guys. Any questions before we begin?"

One of your classmates raises her hand, and Dr. Reid nods at her to ask. "Yeah, are you single?"

Soft chuckles come from mostly everyone in their seats. You smile softly as his face turns a dark shade of pink.

"I- let's just begin, shall we?" He rocks back and forth on his heals before writing something on the board. He seems awkward, definitely a shy guy.

You watch as Dr. Reid talks about victimology, barely pealing your eyes from his body as he walks around, using his hands as he speaks. You're certain not many people are paying attention to the information he's displaying, but rather to his tall, fit figure. Honestly, you don't blame them.

You try to jot down as many notes as you can in between moments of getting distracted. This man in the front of the room is undeniably hot, and it's going to be such an inconvenience for you.

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