 exactly are your plans for me now? It's not what you told me before."

"No, it's not," he admits. "Things have changed."

"How?"

"You're stronger than I ever imagined. I don't want you as a consultant anymore."

"You don't?"

He shakes his head. "I want you as an agent."

The doors of the elevator slide open. It takes me a moment to get my feet moving. We're halfway across the lobby before I manage to pull my thoughts together. "Don't you have to have a degree or something to join the FBI, and not be, you know, crazy?"

"By crazy, I assume you're referring to your psychiatric history?" He looks down at me and I nod. To that, he only smiles. "If you saw what mine looked like before I was recruited, you wouldn't be so worried."

If I wasn't curious about his past before, I certainly am now. Hardly the time for those kinds of questions. "There's still the college issue. I can't get in...anywhere."

"I think you'll be surprised to find out just how much having an FBI agent in your corner can help when applying for college," he says as he gestures for me to go through the metal detectors ahead of him. Once we're both out, he says, "You should be getting your acceptance letter within the week."

I trip over my own feet as I spin around to face him. The words bubbling up from my throat stick and nearly choke me. "What?" I croak.

"You'll be classified as an intern of sorts while you're in school, working directly with me. Once you graduate, then we'll discuss full time employment." He's smiling, but this isn't a joke. I feel lightheaded as I realize he's serious. Maybe a job with the FBI should be what's really getting to me, but oddly enough, it's going to college.

He pushes open one of the exterior doors, and I follow him in a haze. It's not until he nudges me and I look up to see he's pointing at something that I focus on what I'm doing. When I follow his gesture and see Kyran waiting for me at the curb, I look up at him questioningly.

"I figured you might not be ready to face Malachi just
exactly are your plans for me now? It's not what you told me earlier. " 

 " No, it's not, " he admit. " Things have changed. " 

 " How? " 

 " You're stronger than I always imagined. I don't want you as a consultant anymore. " 

 " You sufficen't? " 

 He shakes his head. " I desire you as an agentive role. " 

 The doors of the elevator slide outdoors. It takes me a moment to draw my feet moving. We're halfway across the lobby before I manage to pull my thoughts in concert. " Don't you have to have a degree or something to connect the FBI, and not be, you know, crazy? " 

 " By crazy, I assume you're referring to your psychiatric history? " He look down at me and I nod. To that, he only smiles. " If you saw what mine looked like before I was recruited, you wouldn't be therefore worried. " 

 If I wasn't curious about his past before, I certainly am now. Hardly the time for those kinds of questions. " There's still the college issue. I can't get in... anywhere. " 

 " I think you'll be surprised to find out just how much having an FBI agent in your corner can help oneself when applying for college, " he says as he gesticulate for me to die through the alloy detectors ahead of him. Once we're both out, he say, " You should be getting your acceptance letter within the week. " 

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 exactly are your plans fo r me now?It'snot  wh at  you  tol d me before.""No,  it's not," he admits.  "Thi ng s  hav e  c hange d."

"H o w? " 
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" You  don't ?" 

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"B ycr azy,I as s u m e  you 're  ref errin g to your psy chi atri c  hi story ?" He  loo ks  down  at me  andInod. To that, h e on ly smiles . " If  yo usaw w h at min e l ook ed like  before I w as r e cr uited, you wouldn' tb e  s o worrie d."

I f  I  w a sn't cur io usabou t his p astb ef ore, I c ertain l yam  now. H ar dly th etim e f or th o se k inds o f questi ons." There's stillt he college is s ue . Ic an't  ge t in...anyw here . "

" I th i nk  yo u 'll b e sur pr i se d  to find out just h ow  muchhavin g an FBI agen t in yourc o r ner canhelp wh e n applying for  coll ege," he s a ys as he  gest ures for  me to go t hrough t hemet aldet e c to rs ahead of h i m . On ce  we'rebot h out,hesay s,"Yo ushould be  getting  y ou rac cep tance letter w it hin  t heweek. " 

I tr ip ov er m yow n  fe et as I sp i n  aro un dto f ace  h im. T he w o rds  bubbli ng up fro m m y  thr oa tstick a nd nearly cho ke  me. "What ?"  Icroak. "You'llbe classified as an int e rn of s ort s whi le y ou're insch ool, w ork i ng dir ectlywithme . O n c e you g ra dua te , then we' l l  di scuss  f ulltime em ployment." He's sm i lin g, but this i sn' t aj o ke . I fe e l l ig h the a d ed as I realize  he's seri ou s .Maybe a jo b  wi th  the FB I shoul d bew hat's r eally get ting to m e,  but o ddl y enough,it's goi ng to col l ege.He  push esopen o ne  of  theexteri o r d oors,  and I  f ollowhim i na haze.It's not until he nudge s me a nd Iloo k up to s eeh e's  pointing  atsomethingtha t I  focu s o n  what  I'm do ing .  When  I f o llow hisg es tur e an d see Kyran w a iti ng fo r m e  at th e cu rb, I look up ath im questioning ly." I f igu r ed y ou  might not berea dy t o face M al achi just
 exactly_are your_plans for me now?_It's not_what_you told_me_before."

"No, it's not,"_he admits. "Things_have changed."

"How?"

"You're stronger than_I ever imagined._I_don't want you as a consultant anymore."

"You don't?"

He shakes his head. "I want you_as_an agent."

The_doors_of_the elevator slide open. It_takes me a moment to_get my_feet moving. We're halfway across the lobby before_I_manage to pull_my thoughts together. "Don't you have to have a_degree or something to join the_FBI, and not_be,_you_know, crazy?"

"By crazy, I_assume you're referring to your psychiatric_history?" He looks down at me_and I nod. To that, he only_smiles. "If you saw what mine_looked like before I was_recruited, you_wouldn't be so worried."

If I_wasn't curious about_his past_before, I certainly_am now. Hardly the time for_those kinds of_questions. "There's still the college issue._I_can't get in...anywhere."

"I_think_you'll_be surprised_to find out_just_how much_having_an FBI agent in your corner_can_help when applying for college," he says_as he gestures for_me_to go through the_metal detectors ahead of him._Once we're both out, he says,_"You should_be getting_your acceptance letter within the week."

I trip over my own feet_as I spin around to face_him. The words bubbling_up from_my_throat stick and_nearly_choke me._"What?" I croak.

"You'll be classified as an_intern of_sorts while you're in school, working_directly with me. Once_you_graduate, then we'll discuss full time_employment." He's smiling, but this isn't_a joke. I feel lightheaded_as_I_realize he's serious. Maybe a_job with the FBI should be_what's really getting_to me, but oddly enough, it's going_to_college.

He pushes open one of the_exterior_doors, and I follow him in_a_haze._It's not until he nudges_me and I look up to_see he's pointing at something that I focus on_what I'm doing._When I follow his gesture_and_see_Kyran waiting for me at the curb, I look up_at him_questioningly.

"I figured you_might not be ready to face Malachi just