The Season of Antlers

2

September 12th, 2013

YOUR POV 

I tap my pen against the desk, listening to Jimmy and Brian's banter. I wait for Beverley to finish up noting down evidence for me to go over, but in the mean time, I think I'll sit back and watch. "So, who have you been busy with?" Beverley looks up at me, the tip of her pencil barely touching the paper. 

"Who? C'mon Bev, you know I don't do that kinda thing." I smile, shaking my head. 

"The last time we were out you kept eyeing this girl, so..." She waits for me to spill, when there is nothing in me to come out.

Brian looks up from the body, and I roll my eyes. "(Y/n) likes girls?" 

"I am not having this conversation with you Brian, or any of you for that matter." I grin, lazily pointing at Brian.

"Hey," Brian raises his hands. "I don't discriminate." 

"Guys, get back to work." Jimmy stares at something down the hall, out from the glass wall. 

"Never thought I'd hear you say that." Beverly snorts, smiling down on her paper. 

Jack Crawford and another man come into eyesight as they turn to the direction of our lab, coming towards us. "Who's that?" I look over the taller man beside Jack, the dark grey jacket over the red flannel. Blue jeans with clean work boots, black glasses to go with his dark eyelashes. The more I inspect him, the more I want to find.

I watch them walk in, Jack's eyes on Jimmy and the man beside him seems almost to focused on the body. I look down to Beverley who still writes on the desk, no interest in the new visitor. "Good morning everyone." Jack makes eye contact with all four of us, no smile, no nod, just a "good morning."

"Morning, Jack." Jimmy smiles, looking up from his tray. 

Jack then coughs, as if a way to switch the conversation to the man beside him. "This is Will Graham, our newest criminal profiler. He also works as a professor at the local academy. Will, these are our crime scene investigators." The curly haired brunette gives a quick smile in the direction of Jimmy, Beverley and Brian.  "And, this, is our criminal profiler." The young professor extends his hand for me to take, and I feel my heart thump in my ears. I take a breath, and reach out to connect my palm with his. He shakes my hand, and I smile back at him. I am the one to pull away, and as he looks over at Jack, I wipe my hand on the side of my pants. 

My eyes look at normal objects in the room, but somehow go back to Will every chance they get. "We already have a profiler." Jimmy says, as if I'm not in the room.

"Yes, well," Jack glances at me. "Will can help us get a better view of things, on the other side of the investigation."

 Beverley pushes a lock of her black hair behind her ear as she writes over at the desk, looking back and fourth from the uncovered body in deep thought. 

"I have Asperger's, my empathy allows me to think alike to anyone given the situation." The voice is of Will Graham, the man who has let Jack do the talking this past fifteen minutes. 

"So being an Empath suddenly makes you an FBI agent?" Brian grins, the beginning to one of his jokes. But Jack doesn't find it funny. 

"I used to be a homicide detective, now I work as a professor at the local academy." The curly haired brunette says, as if giving himself reason to even be standing in this lab. I shoot a glare to Brian, you need to shut up. 

"It will be my pleasure to work with you as a team," Will rolls up his sleeve to check his watch, It is worn and brown. "But, I must be leaving shortly. I have a lecture at one."

 I can't stand how awkward it is, so I decide to put my legs to work and walk over to where Beverley analyzes the wounds on the body. I let my palm rest against the table, turning my head slightly to read what she has written down. 

Jimmy and Jack begin to speak on the case, but their discussion is soon ended with Will bringing up again that he has to leave soon. With the nod of heads, Jack and Will make their leaving known. 

From the place I stand, I watch the back of Jack Crawford and the professor make their way down the hall away from the main lab that is currently occupied. My skin seems hot, and the back of my neck is sweaty. 

"What the hell was bringing up 'being an empath makes you an FBI agent' about? Jack almost damn near slapped you. Show some respect for the guy." Beverley scowls, directed to Brian as she stands up with papers in hand. She passes them to me, my now list of paper work stacked about five pages more. 

"What? We were all thinking it." Brian shrugs, sliding off his gloves.

"Not all of us." Jimmy chimes in.

 "None of us were." I state. "And lets keep it that way." My voice echoes in the quiet lab after I leave, sliding the papers into my satchel as I walk through the halls.