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Rule 14 Chapter 1: Lectures

• Bend the line, don’t break it. • Jethro’s daughter, Emma is about to graduate from college and follow in her father’s footsteps at NCIS. But during her time as an intern, NCIS must join forces with the FBI’s BAU on a case and Emma finds herself falling for Dr. Spencer Reid.

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A young, petite, brunette woman slid into a seat in the middle of the lecture hall. The middle was always the best place to sit. If you sat in the front, you felt morally obligated to answer questions and if you sat in the back, you gave the impression that you really didn’t care. The middle meant you could leave the question answering to those in the front, but you still gave the impression that you cared. The middle was perfect…well, it was when all the good seats in the front and back were taken. Emma tried to make the best of every situation, but that was obviously easier said than done.

At 22, Emma was finishing up her Bachelor of Arts in Criminal Justice from George Washington University. She was also interning at NCIS, where she knew she wanted to work someday. But there never seemed to be a dull moment in her life. Life seemed to be: go, go, go, go. Her boss didn’t make things any easier for her. In fact, he did just the opposite. He made things a little harder for her and expected more out of her. She would be glad when she was finally done with school, maybe then she might actually catch a small break.

Emma pulled a pen from her Jansport backpack, set her cup of coffee down, and began flipping through the handout she was given as she walked through the door. The last presenter they had turned out to be a complete joke. How the university would recommend him, was beyond her. But then again, most people hadn’t been living and breathing crime scenes for most of the lives either. Sometimes, she could help but feel she had more crime scene experience than most of the people that came in to teach them.

After briefly skimming the packet, she found that their presenters were from the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI Emma had heard of the BAU, before, but she had yet to cross paths with them. She knew that they were the F.B.I.’s best of the best, but not all the best ended up at the FBI Usually, but not always. Emma looked to see whom they had sent, but whomever it was they were likely waiting in the wing to be introduced.

“Take a seat! Take a seat!” Professor Ash shouted with his hands cupped around his mouth, to make his already booming voice louder. “It’s time for everyone to take a seat.” The slightly graying, overweight professor stood at the front of the lecture hall pointing to his watch as people who stood near the walls scrambled to find empty seats.

“Already seated,” Emma thought as she took a sip of her coffee. Professor Ash couldn’t yell at her for that. But that wouldn’t stop him from finding something to criticize her about.

Once the room was silent, the professor spoke again, “Good morning and thank you to those of you actually bothered to show this time. Let me remind you, that according to the syllabus you received at the beginning of the semester, this lecture is worth 25% of your grade. And for some of you, it’s a graduation requirement. So, if you’re feeling like doing your good deed for the day and you see someone who isn’t here, who should be here, then I’d pull those cell phones out and text them to drag their lazy butts out of bed.”

Most of the class chuckled at his remark. A few people even pulled out their cellphones. Emma just sipped her coffee, waiting. After nearly a minute, which seemed like an eternity, Professor Ash said, “Now, without further ado, let me introduce our guest speakers from the prestigious Behavioral Analysis Unit at the FBI, SSA Jason Gideon and Dr. Spencer Reid.”

The lecture hall filled with applause as the two men made their way from through the door into the room. Emma glanced curiously at the men. One definitely looked old enough to be lecturing, but the other hardly looked older than most of the students in the room. How much could he know about the subject matter? What could he possibly teach her? For starters, he could probably teach her how not to dress, but for reasons beyond her understanding, Emma found her eyes focused on him.

The younger man stood there rather uncomfortably until the older man clapped his hands together, took a step forward, and addressed them. “Thank you. Thank you. As Professor Ash mentioned, I am SSA Jason Gideon with the BAU. The man standing next to me is Dr. Spencer Reid.”

At the young man’s introduction, half-a-dozen hands shot up into the air. Each one of them girls. Emma shook her head. Admittedly, she was curious…but not that curious. Dr. Reid glanced around the room somewhat nervously and gulped down the lump in his throat. Emma could tell that the guy was nervous. One didn’t have to be a profiler to see that.

“Questions already?” Gideon chuckled as he patted Reid on the shoulder. Reid glanced at Gideon somewhat uncertainly as the hands remained in the air. Gideon shrugged a shoulder before he pointed at a girl in the front row. “Go ahead.”

“How old is he?” the pretty blonde girl asked, twirling her hair in her fingers. Her attempts at flirtation were hardly subtle.

“Well, Dr. Reid…” Gideon began.

But Dr. Reid managed to find his bearings and interrupted him. “25. I’m 25,” he stated, standing a little bit taller. It was obvious he was attempting to compensate his nervousness with his body posture, not that most of the people in the room could see that…but Emma could.

But his age only provoked more hands to fly into the air. But that didn’t stop another girl from blurting out, “Isn’t that a little young to be a doctor?”

Dr. Reid rolled his shoulders back before he nervously rattled-off, “Not necessarily. You see, I have three doctorates: one in mathematics, one in chemistry, and one in engineering.”

Whispers erupted in the classroom. For a moment, Emma thought maybe, just maybe she had misjudged Dr. Reid. But just because he was smart didn’t necessarily mean that he was better. Sometimes real world experiences meant more. Besides, not all intelligent people needed three doctorates to show it…or sometimes their father’s wanted them to grow up as normally as possible. Emma took another sip of her coffee.

Dr. Ash was quick to quiet them, but once they were quiet, a guy from the second-row blurted out, “What are you, some sort of genius?”

Dr. Reid nodded his head back and forth for a moment, seemingly debating himself in his head for a moment before he rambled, “I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and I can read 20,000 words per minute.”

“So, in other words, a genius?” the guy from the second row pressed again, which earned him a few chuckles from his classmates.

“Technically speaking,” Dr. Reid said with a shrug as the class once again broke into whispers.

Emma sipped her coffee once again, watching Dr. Reid nervously wringing his hands. It was clear that he knew this wasn’t going well and that he didn’t want to be here. She didn’t miss the reassuring look SSA Gideon gave him. There was certainly a bond of trust there.

“Settle down, people! Settle down!” Professor Ash shouted, calling the class to order once again.

When it was once again quiet, Dr. Reid shoved his hands in his pants pockets. Agent Gideon nodded for Reid to continue speaking. Dr. Reid cleared his throat, “As Gideon was saying, we work for the BAU, which stands for Behavioral Analysis Unit. It is our job to profile criminals and…”

Hedwig’s Theme began to echo through the lecture hall, quieting Dr. Reid. He stood there with a puzzled look on his face as he glanced around the room. It took Emma a few moments to spot the culprit: it was herself. Her cheeks turned red as she dove for her backpack. She dug through the front pocket of her backpack and pulled her cell phone out to silent it. After she fumbled for a moment to hold onto her phone, she read the ID of who was calling her: DAD. If her father was calling her, it had to be important…

“Any time now, Miss Gibbs,” Professor Ash said sternly, with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes narrowed at her.

Emma stood up and began to walk toward the exit. “Sir, if I can just have a minute…it’s my father.”

“I don’t give a damn who your father is, Miss Gibbs. He could be the President of the United States and I still wouldn’t care. If you exit this lecture hall, you fail my class.”

Her brow furrowed in frustration. Sure, he would fail her for leaving for a few minutes, but he was fine with the stragglers coming in late. She knew that pointing out the double standard would only cause her more trouble. So, she declined the call and sank back into her chair. She caught Dr. Reid watching her curiously, but she refused to meet his gaze.

“Good choice,” Professor Ash said. “But I still want to see you after the lecture.”

Emma gave a curt nod of her head. She made sure that her phone was on silent before she shoved it back into her bag. To say Professor Ash wasn’t one of her biggest fans would be a vast understatement. His dislike of her stemmed from some interaction with her father. So, the man took out his dislike for her father on her. Emma didn’t particularly enjoy the fact, but she was sure it wouldn’t be the only time she would be treated differently because of her parentage.

When she caught Dr. Reid’s gaze still on her, she shielded her face with her hand and slid further down in her seat to hide her embarrassment. Agent Gideon must have noticed Reid’s distraction because he began to speak, regaining the attention of those in the lecture hall. A few seconds later, Reid snapped back to reality and focused on what Gideon was saying, occasionally interjecting.

Dr. Reid eventually grew a little more comfortable in front of his audience. Although sometimes his references or his occasional joke went over most of his audience’s head, Emma would crack him a smile or nod her head. Quite surprisingly, this guy actually knew what he was talking about. Well, both of them did, but Dr. Reid’s knowledge of the field was quite extensive. It was especially impressive given that he wasn’t much older than she was and he hadn’t been going to crime scenes for most of his life. Emma could see why the FBI snatched him up.

After they finished the talking points on their PowerPoint slides, Agent Gideon led them in a question and answer session. Emma sat back and listened to a few questions and answers as she formulated one of her own. Eventually, she raised her hand and Agent Gideon nodded her direction and pointed at her. Emma gave a slight smile before she confidently asked, “Dr. Reid, I think we all agree that your credentials are quite impressive..” Dr. Reid gave a slightly bashful smile and nodded his head, acknowledging her. “Now, I was wondering, in your professional opinion…”

But Emma was never given the opportunity to actually ask her question. Professor Ash quickly shot her down. “Miss Gibbs now is not the time for your nonsense and mocking. We all remember the last time…” He looked at Emma rather pointedly, which caused her to groan. She was taught to question everything, but that wasn’t what this was. She actually had a question for Dr. Reid, but before she could even attempt to argue with him Professor Ash addressed the class, “And it looks like we’re out of time for today. I want your reflection papers by the next class period.”

“If I could interrupt once more,” Agent Gideon said. “If anyone has any questions about the BAU or profiling, there is a business card attached to the back of your handouts and before you ask, that isn’t Dr. Reid’s personal number.” He stopped for a moment to chuckle as Dr. Reid anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. Gideon spoke once more. “Dr. Reid and I will stick around to answer any questions for those who don’t have anywhere better to be. Thanks for your time.”

The students began to clap and stood to their feet, not as a standing ovation, but because most of them had other classes to get to. Emma quickly packed her things into her backpack before she stood, holding an empty coffee cup in her hand. Professor Ash purposely made eye contact to remind her that they were supposed to meet. Emma found the whole thing ridiculous and very much like middle school, but she did need to pass this class in order to obtain her degree. So she headed toward her professor.

Just as Emma approached her professor, Agent Gideon’s phone began to ring. Gideon glanced at his phone before he turned toward Dr. Reid. “Reid, I have to take this. I’ll be right back.” With that Gideon stepped out of the room leaving Reid to awkwardly watch the encounter with Emma and her professor.

Professor Ash stood tall compared to Emma with a menacing expression on his face. “Miss Gibbs, I’m not sure what stunt you were trying to pull, but it’s entirely unacceptable.”

“Professor Ash,” Emma pleaded. “I swear to God that…”

He shook his head. “I should have known to expect this type of behavior from you. You are his daughter after all…”

Emma bit her tongue as her professor continued to rant. One couldn’t speak rationally to irrational people. But sometimes she just wanted to let him have it. Dr. Reid made eye contact with her. Emma hoped that maybe he could read the uncomfortableness of the situation in her body language or the silent pleas from her eyes. It took him nearly a minute to decipher them, but he eventually took a step forward.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Dr. Reid said to Professor Ash. “But Agent Gideon and I are going to have to head out soon and I believe I didn’t get a chance to answer her question. I would like to do so before I leave.”

Emma tried not to smile as Professor Ash looked at Dr. Reid rather incredulously. The professor was visibly flustered. He looked at Emma and huffed, “You pull another stunt like this, consider your grade docked.” With that he quickly walked away, muttering to himself.

After a sigh of relief, Emma looked up at Dr. Reid with a smile. “For being a world-class profiler, that took you awhile,” she said, teasing him a bit.

His brow furrowed for a moment but he quickly caught onto her teasing. Although, he still felt the need to explain himself. “The subtle save me thing in social situations isn’t my forte.”

“You don’t say?” she teased again. With another smile, she stuck out her hand for him to shake. “I’m Emma Gibbs and thank you for saving me.”

Dr. Reid shook her hand. “I’m Spencer R-” He paused for a moment. “You already know that. I-uh-” He released her hand and put it in his pocket before glancing over his shoulder to where Professor Ash had exited. “Is he normally like that?”

“I suppose it doesn’t take a profiler to know that he has it out for me. Just with me,” Emma sighed, as she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack to reach for her phone.

His brow furrowed again. “Really? Why’s that?”

Emma chuckled to herself and shook her head as she pulled her phone out of her bag. “Long story, which involves my father,” she grunted before she flipped her phone open. She had a text message from Tony telling her to get her ass to NCIS now or Gibbs was gonna have her head. She shook her head before looking back at Dr. Reid. “Speaking of my father, I have to go.” Emma gave her phone a little shake before she slipped it into her pants pocket. “Thanks again, Dr. Reid. For saving me…and for the presentation. I really enjoyed it.”

She quickly turned on her heel to head for the exit, when Dr. Reid called out, ‘What about your question?“

Emma stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. She did want his opinion on the question, but the last thing anyone ever wanted to do was piss off Leroy Jethro Gibbs. She smiled. "Your number is on the business card, right?”

He opened his mouth to dispute her, but he shut his mouth when he saw the smirk on her face. With that, Emma Gibbs walked away leaving Spencer Reid standing there watching her leave. He hadn’t realized that he was watching her until Gideon came up to him, patted his shoulder in a fatherly way, and grinned. “Who’s the pretty girl?” Gideon asked.

“Emma Gibbs,” Reid said nonchalantly.

Gideon’s brow furrowed for a moment. “Any relation to…”

Reid shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know. She never said.”

The older man nodded his head knowingly. “Well, that was Hotch that called. He wants us back for a briefing.”

Reid nodded his head and followed Gideon out of the building to the car, but he was distracted and the reason for his distraction: Emma Gibbs. There was something about her that he couldn’t shake and he hoped that he would meet her again. If only he knew how soon their next meeting would actually be…

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