Locke and Sterling

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What if they hadn't find out yet that Locke is a killer and Sterling and Locke would meet again?

Sterlings  POV:

I was waiting outside the drive
way for Briggs to pick me up. Everything was ridiculous. Me being back. Back in a life I buried away way too long ago. There was one thing that was haunting me way too much , it wasn't the fact that I needed to work again with my Ex husband, it wasn't the fact that I was staying at my dead best friends house and it wasn't the fact that I needed to see my father in the eyes after him siding with Briggs for my divorce. No it was the simple fact that I had to see the one woman again, that I wished would be dead: Lacey Locke.

10 years ago Yale University.

When my professor suggested I should skip most of the classes and psychology and focus on my classes in Understanding the criminal minds and the impact of human trauma, I was convinced he was joking. Why would a professor from an Ivy League College really think I would be good enough to attend Moduls for final year students? „You will be the Einstein of psychology. They will talk about you ten years later as the 18 year old first year student that made history" Trying to give me heads up she was dancing and showing off the strangest dance moves I have ever seen but I knew for too long than questioning her choice of motivation. I just wish we would go to the same classes. I just deeply hoped I didn't look I wouldn't belong in those classes."Hey did you hear me you gonna be fine" Scar gave me quick squeeze to my right arm and left me alone. Alone standing in front of those gigantic wooden doors. I looked down to my watch I only had two minutes left. I took a really deep breath and opened the door. It was buzzing inside. People were talking. I never seen such a big auditory, only in the movies. For a second I looked starstrucked through the room. My back still to my door, apparently a little bit too close to the door. The next thing I knew was a burning hot sensation in my back. „Jesus why are standing so close ?" I jumped around try to figure out what happened. When my fingers touched my back the smell of coffee already found my nose. A guy with dark blonde hair looked annoyed down to me. „Look I'm really sorry for your blouse but I really needed this coffee for this class. Its really hard you know. How old are you anyway aren't you a bit too young to be in here?" How could somebody with this attitude actually study psychology ? Before I could open my mouth a girl with red hair appeared next to us. She looked like one of those girls straight from the movie. They really matched together perfectly. „Sorry Tanner already has a girlfriend" With those words she grabbed his arms and they sat down in one of the rows. My wet blouse was really everything but what I wanted for my first day but I wasn't planning on leaving my first lecture. So decided to sit down in the very back row where I could sit completely on my own. A man stepped out in the front the entire class went silent. „This isn't any psychology class. This class will teach the most gruesome and darkest facts. Facts that might haunt you at night. Who of you is planning on joining the FBI after their degree?" I didn't know what I wanted. I knew what my father wanted for me but for now I didn't raise my hand. My gaze went to the read head and that Tanner guy both of their hands were up in the air. I just hoped that nobody in this room knew who my father was. If this professor really only wanted to talk about forensic psychology. Most of the class was quit basic knowledge. What is an MO, what is a n UNSUB. All words I grew up with. It wasn't until another question came up. „So who in this room can already tell me the difference between a signature of killer and the MO?" The room went silent. I couldn't believe that nobody said anything. Was there really no one who knew the answer? Were people too shy to talk infront of the class? I raised my hand. „Yes please the young lady in the back." I stand up. All eyes on me. Why did I do this? I tried to stay calm. „MO stands for Modus Operandi. It can change over time. Its about the methode the killer used like, the location, weapon, the location. Those things. The killer might adapt, learn new things thats why the MO might change over time but the signature on the other hand is about the little details. Its the actions that tell us about their fantasies, their psychological state. For example why would the killer always remove the eyes with a tea spoon? Its the signature" I wish this would not have been my love language as a child but it was. Growing up around FBI agents. „What is your name young Lady?" The voice of the professor echoed through the rows. Thats it after saying my name everyone would know who I was. „Veronica Sterling" I said short and simple hoping for no new questions. „Are you by any means related to Grembold Sterling, the man who is currently running the FBI?" here it was. I wished I could run away. „He is my father" The rest of the class I tried to hide. Hide away from the stares and when the class was finally over I tried to be the first one at the door but the redhead from earlier did lock the exit. „So this how you got into Yale. Through your daddies money, while the rest of us had to work hard" Her words stung. She didn't know anything about me or my life. „Lacey leave her alone" The Tanner guy pushed his girlfriend to the side and opened the exit for me.

The present: When Briggs car pulled up the street I saw he wasn't alone. A red head women sat next to him: It was Lacey Locke.

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