and so we meet again (Reid)

[Michael Wyatt Greyson]

Michael walked into the academic building, taking off his sunglasses, and hooking them on his shirt. He'd arrived in Summersville about a week before, finding an apartment and getting situated. Tonight, he had football practice to coach, followed by security duty and at the start of next week, he would be teaching classes. That would be interesting for Michael. He'd taught hand-to-hand combat at the FBI, but teaching agents would be far different than teaching high schoolers. High schoolers who had no desire to be there. As he moved down the hall, he felt eyes on him. Eyes looking at the badge, and handcuffs in view on his belt; on the gun that was securely holstered at his hip. Taking a drink of the mountain dew he held in his hand, he turned, and stopped someone, asking her where he could find a Dr. Jackson Reid. When she'd told him, he thanked her and began moving through the people again. Jackson Reid had worked with him on a case when he was at the FBI. It had been awhile since they had seen each other, probably close to a year. Michael had been walking the grounds earlier, wanting to get a feel for the layout of the campus. And saw an office door with a familiar name on it. Unfortunately, the man had not been in at the time, and Michael had wanted to go home and get some sleep before his shift. So, he figured he stop in and say hello before his busy evening started. Admittedly, he did not know the man that well. They were not exactly friends, more so acquaintances, but it seemed rude not to stop by and talk to him. It wasn't that he didn't like the other man, he did, though they were quite different. At the time however, they had both had jobs that needed to be done, it had not been the time to socialize. Now, He was the one man in this small town Michael actually knew. Michael was not used to small towns, having grown up and worked in larger cities most of his life. It was strange being somewhere that a lot of people knew each other, and he was an outsider, so to speak.

Pausing as he saw the room number the woman had told him, he turned to face into the room. The door was open, so Michael knocked lightly on the door frame, then strode in, ”Hello, Dr. Reid,” he said when he spotted the man, Michael walked into the classroom some. Michael was not sure how well the other man would remember him. It wasn't like they had worked together for months, or anything like that. They had gotten to know each other some, as one does when you work a case together, but had not stayed in contact after that. The younger man did not look like he had really changed at all, Michael noted. As he approached Dr. Reid, Michael extended his free hand out in greeting.

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Timeline: August 28, 2:30PM

[Jackson Asher Reid]

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His last class was nearly half-way over and Doctor Jackson Reid was rather aware of the fact that none of his students seemed to be paying any attention to his lecture. It was only the middle of the week, and Jackson took it as a sign of what the rest of the week's classes were going to be like. At least there were one or two of the students who seemed to be interested in the lecture. They were going over the history of child abuse in pop culture and the media and how it compares to the actual statistics. It was a topic that would span quite a few days, and that specific one was on child abduction and the psychology behind the different types of people that would kidnap a child. Reid had been quite fascinated when he had learned all the information; but, quite disturbed at the same time. It never ceased to make him wonder about how a species that was so evolved could be the most cruel. "Now, there are many steps that follow a child abduction, and some of them depend greatly on setting," Doctor Reid explained from the front of the room, pacing a little in front of his desk. "A lot of retail stores in the country use what is called a Code Adam whenever a missing child is reported. There are procedures to ensure that no one leaves or enters the store in which the child has gone missing and every staff member searches the store in every possible location, making sure that the child is not simply separated or playing in the store fixtures. Security would be involved and if the child is not found, an Amber alert would be put out, spreading the search from the shopping center to the entire state and country." Jackson was always quite shocked at the number of people who were not aware of the different child abduction alert systems out there. They were good to know about. He personally did not have any kids, but he had a young niece and nephew and if anything were to happen to them... Well, Reid had a slight advantage of having some friends in the FBI.

The teacher's gaze shifted over to the door at the sound of knocking on the door frame and he paused for a moment when he saw Michael Greyson standing there. It had been quite a while since Jackson had seen the other man, since the time he was brought in to help the FBI on a case. There were a few members of the man's team that he had remained in contact with; but, not being much of a social person, even that was sparingly. "Agent Greyson," Reid replied, returning the handshake in a greeting gesture before dropping his hand to his side once more. He was not sure why Michael was there, but his first worry was that something bad had happened. Jackson faced his students and smiled a little as he said, "I'm sure you are done listening to me ramble on for the day. Finish the chapter for tomorrow, and be prepared for a quiz on the material. I will see you tomorrow." Jackson was not a teacher that often let his students out early; but, their inattention paired with the unexpected visit from Michael led Jackson to do just that. They were not focused on his lecture, anyway. Plus, even if Michael was not there on official business, Jackson would enjoy talking to the other man; even if his conversation skills were a bit lacking. There was the plus side of the fact that the other man already knew that bit of information, so it would be no surprise. Once the students had left the room, a few of them lingering to watch Michael as they gathered their things until they could not do so without being called out on it, Jackson grabbed his mostly-empty coffee cup and said, "So, what brings you out to Summersville? It's not exactly your type of place, is it?" He did not know too much about the other man, personally; but, from what he could gather, he did not peg Michael as being one for small towns.




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[Michael Wyatt Greyson]

Michael took Dr. Reid's hand in a firm hand hake then let his hand drop to his side. Turning his head slightly, he let his gaze look then at the students in the room, some of whom he was sure would be in his classes, and on the football team. As Dr. Reid addressed them, Michael took a drink of his Mountain Dew. It was his favorite beverage, he even preferred it to coffee. His classes would probably be a breeze compared to those taught by Doctor Jackson Reid. Weight Training, Mixed PE, and Speech is what he'd been told he was going to teach. It was fine with him. The gym classes would be a breeze. PE had always been his favorite class in high school. The speech class would be interesting. He could speak to a group of people, it was at times a necessary part of his job. Having to address a room full of officers about an unsub they were after. Or the agents he taught. But, not everyone found it so easy. Most likely some of his students would have a more difficult time with it. Hopefully, he could find a way to help them, Michael didn't want to have to fail anyone. Michael had struggled in high school too; to the point where he'd needed a tutor to help him maintain his grades so he would be able to play football, and get in to college. He could empathize with the kids. At least his classes would not require a bunch of reading, or tests, which he would have to grade.

A small smile came on his lips as Dr. Reid spoke. The man was good at reading people, probably even better than he was. He would bet on it, actually. ”No, no it's not,” he stated simply. ”Small towns kind of creep me out to be honest.” Everyone would know everyone else. Be up in everyone else's business. There were things about Michael's life that he kept secret. Or maybe not so much secret, as is family knew, but certain things he did not talk about with the other agents he worked with. Small towns just gave him the heebie jeepies for the most part. Something he would have to work on. As a black man, small towns made him stick out like a sore thumb. And in his experience, racism was more prevalent in small towns. Reid could probably quote some statistics about that, he thought. I'm taking a sabbatical from the FBI for a little while. Going to be doing security here, teaching a few classes, ones that I'm somewhat qualified to teach,” he said laughing a bit. Doctor Jackson Reid with all of his degrees made Michael feel a bit under qualified to teach anything. He didn't have a teaching license, or a doctorate of any kind. Not even Physical Education, though that is what he'd started out studying in college. He had his police and FBI experience, his badge and his gun (which he'd been asked to leave at home after today). He felt qualified to teach hand-to hand combat, how to assemble, disassemble, and fire an assortment of guns. Not to mention kick down doors. None of which, the school in their right minds would approve, and rightfully so. ”And coaching the football team,” he said avoiding why he was taking that sabbatical, or at least certain parts. Had Reid heard about his partner Luke? If not, that was one thing Michael should tell him, if he could find a way. ”I saw your name on your office earlier when I was walking around the campus. I'm working security tonight. Figured I should say hi,” Michael said then took a drink of his Mountain dew.

[Jackson Asher Reid]

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Jackson was not surprised to find out that he was correct in his assumption that Michael did not like small towns. He preferred them to the city, himself. However, there were just as many downfalls as there were in the big city. They were different, of course; but, Jackson found them easier to handle. He could escape the chaos and the hatred that festered and fumed in large cities when he was in a small town. Smaller towns were not without hate, but it was in smaller doses. One was less likely to find a violent criminal in a small town in comparison to a city. It was not impossible, especially in a town such as Summersville; but, the statistics still showed it unlikely. "Huh," Jackson stated as he leaned against his desk, practically sitting on the top while setting aside his coffee cup. He wondered what about small towns specifically made Michael on edge. He figured the pace of the place along with the lack of a personal life would be the biggest deterrent. Somebody like Michael was someone who thrived in being able to have things a secret. Jackson had no secrets to hide, so it never bothered him any. "How do they creep you out? I never thought you'd be comfortable in a place like this, but that is something I did not really expect." After all, there was a big difference between not being comfortable somewhere, and being freaked out by the place.

He nodded when Michael mentioned taking a sabbatical. Jackson had not been informed of that bit of information, and he was definitely curious as to why. However, typically someone needing to take a step away from the Bureau was something severely personal and unless Michael was willing to give out that information willingly, Jackson was not going to ask. "I'm sure you will be a great asset to the security team," Jackson stated with a nod before picking up his coffee cup to down the rest of it, setting the cup aside once the caffeinated drink was gone. "They do pretty well already; but, there's always some students who manage to sneak out or do something they are not supposed to. There's too many of them for the staff to keep up, especially when the administration does not want the counselors and teachers, unless they are security, dealing with violent students." Being that he was a counselor without any sort of security license or training on how to effectively stop a student from hurting another or themselves, Jackson was one of those who was supposed to contact security immediately if a student started to get violent.

"I did not know we had a football team," Jackson stated, his brow lifting a little. Honestly, the man was not more of a sports person, something that many could tell just by looking at him. He had not been aware that St. Helena's played host to any sports teams. It could be a good or bad thing that they did. After all, students could use it as an excuse for hurting another and claim it an accident. Of course, if a student got in trouble, they could be pulled from the team, just like any other school. So, it could be an incentive for the students. There were many pros and cons, all of which seemed to flash through his mind in a matter of seconds. "Well, the more you know, I guess." Jackson stood up straight once again with a glance toward the clock as he brushed off the back of his pants, mostly out of habit seeing as there was not likely to be anything on them from his meticulously organized and cleaned desk. "It is good to see you again. It has been a while, hasn't it? Have you seen much of the town yet? I could show you around if you would like." Jackson had not lived in Summersville for too long, but he already knew the town quite well. He knew the best times and places for coffee; which gas stations had the best fountain drinks; which places were the best to eat; which parts of town were the quietest.




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[Michael Wyatt Greyson]

Michael shrugged his shoulders, taking a sip of his Mt. Dew as he thought about how he wanted to answer Reid's question. Oh, Reid, semantics. ”Okay. Maybe creep me out was not the best choice of words. I guess, I like cities. Walking somewhere and havin' some privacy. I dunno, I always thought in small towns every one knew everything about every one elses' business. And, I don't know that I’d say I have secrets exactly, but there are things in my life I don't want every one in this town to know. Not that their isn't it, in the city as well, 'cuz I know there is; but I always thought small towns tended to be more racist. You have some stats on that, don't you?” he said, smirking slightly at the younger man. Maybe Reid would prove him wrong with statistics. Maybe it was just how he was raised. He knew not all small towns were the same. It was sometimes hard t o know if people were staring at him because he was black, or if they were staring at him because of his badge and gun.

He nodded as Reid talked about the students doing things they were not supposed too. In some way, all teenagers did that, he thought. Though most not to the violent nature of some of the students at St. Helena's. He could remember being a teenager and staying on the phone when he was supposed to be sleeping. Or sneaking out, and hoping his momma wouldn't catch him. Not to mention when he'd tried smoking. He hadn't liked it, but still to this day hadn't told his momma. And probably never would. What momma didn't know wouldn't hurt her. ” That makes sense. I'm sure it would be a liability issue,” he said. While he did not know Doctor Jackson Reid very well, Michael did not want to think about one of the students harming him. Hell, even someone he did not know at all, he would not wish that upon.

When Reid stated he had not known the school had even had a football team, Michael could not hold back a small laugh. That was just so....Reid. It did not surprise Michael at all. As Reid glanced at the clock, Michael looked at his watch, too. He did not want to be late for football practice. That would not set a good example or a good tone for the season. Looking at Reid again as he spoke, Michel nodded, and then added, ”No, I haven't i've spent most of my time getting my house set up, working on lesson plans for the classes I’m going to teach and stuff. I know how to find the school, and Starbucks,” he laughed lightly, that's about it. So, that sounds like a great idea. When are you free?” It would be nice to have someone show him around the town. Show him where the best food places were, and everything. And, Michael would not mind spending more time with Reid and getting to know the man better. Get to know him outside of a workplace setting.