What Derives From Hate?

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Funnily enough, over the course of two months, I had done several seminars at seven different colleges in nearby states for criminology. Missing out on my actual job and teaching students what it's like to be what I do, it's fascinating. The hype isn't all too big but how they react, and their complex questions which I'm ready to hit an answer back to like a home run out of the park, gets to me.

So, when my phone rang while I was jamming out in pajama shorts and a tshirt, I wasn't surprised.

  Me
    Gibbs, at your service

  Professor Lancaster
    Detective Gibbs, I've heard so much about you. If it's alright, my criminology department would like for you to come in tomorrow and teach. My students are really looking forward to it.

Me
And where exactly am I going?

Professor Lancaster
Well, I don't know if you will but we're up in New York. I know it's far and I know you've only done seminars in neighboring states but please. My students are really hyped.

Me
That... shouldn't be a problem. When and where is it?

Professor Lancaster
John Jay College of Criminal Justice at 11:08 am tomorrow. Can you make it?

Me
Yeah, yeah. I'll be there.

Professor Lancaster
Also, we've already paid for your hotel and ticket so don't worry about that.

Me
See you there, professor.

Professor Lancaster
Bye.

I hung up, the disparity of being annoyed by the calls and actually looking forward to them has changed. They were like that fly you thought you killed but you didn't and comes back. It's annoying, right? Right. Then you just give in and let on.

After several minutes of cooking and hopping around on one foot due to burning my hand, I was ready to walk into my work. My hand was not questioned as I made my way over to Hank. "How long you stayin'?" He askes, blindly tossing a stack of files onto my desk.

"I leave for a seminar tomorrow. It's not my fault the media swallowed up my advice and I became a world renowned... person. Besides, if I'm up there, a case could come up and I could get a chance to work with NYPD Red. Hank, that's awesome, right? Not as good as SIS but good." I got a sleek nod, and a cold shoulder. Renard walked over with an exasperating sigh.

"It's not your fault, you're right. You answered their question and now you are famous. Where are you off to tomorrow?"

"John Jay. That's where I used to go with my other name. If they recognize me, Im screwed." I said, sighing, gripping the papers in my hand. "He's just jealous that he's been here longer and I get the recognition. It's a cruel cruel world, Sean." He patted my shoulder and muttered good luck. Nick strutted over with a grim look.

His arms crossed over his broad chest, squeezing the shirt. "You're leaving tomorrow?" I gave a nod, skimming through the case files in my hands. They weren't too interesting but hey. We had to solve them. Fun. "Well, good luck. I'll keep you looped." Was everyone going to have the same bitter reaction to my influence of the next detective or Agent? Guess so.

— John Jay —

"Wait, so THE Jennifer Gibbs is coming here? Tomorrow? This is another one of your pranks, ain't it?" Trey, one of the professors more annoying students, asked. Truth be told, all of these kids knew her. Knew how influential she was and even watched one of her seminars as one or two had been recorded.