A 23-year-old Dana Scully finds herself torn between the medical world and the world of federal investigation. She leaps into The FBI training academy, unsure of what it is she truly is getting involved with. A series of events and a run in with pow...
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'FBI Training Academy Quantico, Virginia' Dana Scully read to herself as she approached a black sign supported by two brick legs. She took a deep breath and whispered, This is it.
The twenty-three-year-old ran her fingers through her titian hair and breathed a sigh of relief. The drive from Maryland to Virginia was four hours, anything but tolling, but Dana's brain whirred a hundred miles a minute. She knew that leaving the medical field to prance around the country, wielding a gun, on the tax payer's dollar was irresponsible. It pained her, even more, to know that her parents felt the same way. It was these thoughts that kept her brain buzzing the entire trip. This will distinguish me. She reassured herself. She didn't quite know what that meant, but she kept repeating it.
She pulled her small, silver car up to a glass toll booth where a tall man stood dressed in a policeman uniform.
"Name?" He said in a monotone voice.
"Uh- Scully. Dana Katharine Scully," She said nervously. The guard's eyes scanned the clipboard in his hand. Dana bit her lip and continued, "I'm new to the academy and I must confess that I'm a bit anxious-"
"Move along." He said abruptly.
Dana's eyes widened in disbelief at the coldness of his reply. She had worked in the medical field for nearly five years and as demeaning and harsh as it could be, she never felt so stupid. "Uh thank you." She quietly said as she put her car into drive. She told herself to shake it off. I'm not going to let the first five minutes of this day effect the rest of my life.
She followed white arrows directing her to ''new agents parking and registration". Every few feet, the white arrows were placed on the hot asphalt, guiding her and the other agents to the back parking lot. Yes, it was a little excessive, but she respected the thoroughness.
She circled the lot at least three times before she found an open parking stall. It didn't cross her mind how many new agents there would be, and the sudden thought of it made her slightly nervous. She scanned the area and her eyes widened when she saw the vast crowds of people standing in the lot, on the grass, and coming in and out of the main building. Crowds always gave Dana a bit of anxiety.
She tried to play it off but as the August heat settled in her car and her thoughts began to engulf her mind, Dana's anxiety was surely getting to her by now.
"You can do this, Dana. You can do this." She exhaled.
With a deep breath and a prayer in her mind, she exited her car, made way to her trunk and pulled out her suitcase with a jerk. It must weigh at least sixty pounds, she thought.
"Hey, Red! Need any help?" A tall blonde young man yelled from twenty feet away.
Dana looked over at the man, blew a thread of hair out of her eyes and responded, "Oh no, I've got it. Thank you, though." She attempted to pick the bag off the ground but had a little trouble doing so.
"It's no problem, Red. Really." He said as he jogged over to the damsel in distress. He picked the bag up, placed it on its wheels and held out his hand.
"I'm Eric Jenson," He smiled. "I'm assuming that Red isn't your name, right?"
Dana smiled at the charming young man.
"Dana. Dana Scully." She said as she shook his hand.
"Well, Dana, have you signed in yet?" He asked.
"Uh- no. I actually just got here." She bit her lip.
"Orientation is about to start," he looked down at his watch. "We'd better get you down there." He pointed to a booth across the lot that adorned a large white banner reading New Agents Sign In Here.
Without being told or asked, he began to wheel Dana's suitcase down the lot. She stood there in shock, watching him walk away.
"C'mon, Red!" He smiled.
Dana grabbed her purse and small duffle bag from the trunk and scurried down the hot asphalt lot to meet up with Eric.
Out of breath she looked up at him and asked, "Are you a new agent?"
"Me? No. I graduated about six months ago. I'm volunteering on orientation days to help the new agents get where they need to and give tours when and where necessary." He said looking down to the little redhead.
"Well, that's very nice of you," Dana said sweetly.
"Yeah, I enjoy it. I get to meet a lot of great people, including yourself."
Dana blushed and pushed that pesky strand of hair behind her ear once more.
"Well, if you don't mind me asking, why aren't you working in the field?" Dana inquired.
"Good question," he smiled. "I've been hired to work in the New York City FBI branch starting in October. It's actually a funny story-"
Before Eric could finish his sentence, a voice interrupted him.
"Hey, Eric! New agent?" A brunette girl asked from behind the sign in booth.
"Yes, she is. Dana Scully." He smiled.
The young agent looked down at her list of names. "Ah! Yes. Right here." The brunette, whose name tag read, Agent Reyes, said smiling.
"Reyes, this is Dana, Dana this is my very good friend agent Reyes," Eric said with a smile as he stepped behind the booth to give a small hug to the olive skinned agent.
"Nice to meet you." Scully smiled. Are they just friends or are they dating? She thought to herself. She covered her questions with a smile.
"Likewise," agent Reyes said with a grin. "I'm sure you'll be a wonderful agent, Dana. Excuse me for a moment." She stood up, shook Dana's hand and pulled a pack of cigarettes from her pocket. She rubbed Eric's back before she slipped behind the main building.
"She seems... Nice." Dana said awkwardly, just trying to make casual conversation.
