Conflict of Interest

3. Top Student

The wind blows through your hair, the scenery outside flying past you. Eventually, your legs feel like they're going to buckle underneath you and cause you to face plant to the gravel. Just half a mile left and you'll be done. You've never liked running, but you always try your best to be at least in between first and last. The reason why you guys run a couple miles at a time is to build stamina and endurance. If you can run at a somewhat steady speed for that long, it shows the trainers that you guys are determined.

You run to the end of the three mile mark, panting as you slow down your legs. You lock your fingers behind your head and breathe in and out, trying to slow your heart rate.

"Holy fuck I hate running," Nina says, leaning over with her hands on her knees.

"Stand up straight, bending over makes you more nauseous and dizzy after running."

She glares at you, but stands up right. "Okay, genius thank you for your input."

"Your stomach will thank me non sarcastically when your breakfast isn't on the ground."

"Yeah, yeah," they brush you off and start walking toward the building again.

You all get a ten minute break, getting rehydrated before doing some more physical training.

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"Ugh I feel like my hair is drenched and I haven't even gotten under the water yet."

"Oh my gosh, me too," you say with disgust, "So much sweat."

Nina is showering in the stall next to yours, them being divided my a thin wall with tile on either side.

Most of the other girls have showered or are showering.

You rinse the sweat out of your hair, feeling the sensation of the water hit your sore and tired body. You do your usual shower routine, taking longer than usual because of how tired and distracted you are.

"Y/n, hurry the hell up," Nina says. "We're going to be late to being early."

You turn off the water with a soft grunt, drying off before wrapping the towel around your body. You see Nina, already dressed, waiting on the bathroom counter for you.

You practically run to your room to get changed. You slip into a pair of black jeans and a blue FBI Academy shirt. After slipping on your high top converse, you apply some mascara and call it good. You grab your bag before meeting Nina outside, and the two of you get to Headquarters, walking in, then to the elevator.

She presses the button labeled 3 for the third floor, where the academy holds their classes. Your hair is still pretty wet, causing some damp spots on your shirt. You shake it out and run your fingers through it. The elevator dings, doors opening, before you walk down the hallways to Dr. Reid's class.

He's already there, about to begin talking when you open the doors.

"Sorry we're late, it's my fault," you say, barely looking at him.

He nods with his lips pressed in a thin line, not sure what to say. "Anyway..." he begins as you and Nina take your usual seats in the third row.

Reid paces slowly as he teaches the lesson, his navy dress pants making a faint swaying sound as he does so. Today, he's dressed in a navy suit with a red vest buttoned under it, a light blue (almost white) button up underneath the vest and a navy tie. His white converse are barely white from being worn so much.

Today's lesson is about stalkers and their behavior. Reid explains how possessive stalkers usually are, even if they don't personally know their victims. He seems a bit off talking about the topic, but he maintains a pretty calm face.