Teague’s presence to keep the awkwardness at bay.
“Dr. Teague is reviewing the medical examiner’s reports on those two teenagers Wake County found. One of them was from Durham County. While we try to determine the jurisdiction of the murders, we’re cooperating with Wake. We’re hoping Dr. Teague can give us some clues as to what we’re dealing with,” Sheila explained.
Rainey listened to Sheila, but her attention was drawn to her little sister. Wendy’s blush had turned a darker shade and red splotches were just becoming visible on her neck. The girl had it bad for teacher. At least fifteen years Wendy’s senior, from Rainey’s estimation, the handsome professor was charismatic, erudite, and from Wendy's description a “captivating” educator. Rainey saw exactly who was captivated. The age difference did not concern her, but Dr. Teague’s wedding ring and his position of power did.
Wendy’s crush was harmless, thus far, and Rainey hoped it flamed out before a discussion of ethics and power imbalanced relationships became necessary. In the meantime, she had never seen Wendy so discombobulated and found it entertaining, but would save the teasing for a private moment. Rainey suppressed her amusement and turned her attention to the professor.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to offer valuable insights, Dr. Teague. I’m glad you were available for the consult.”
Teague offered a humble, “I wish we could work together on the case, but I understand there are complications with that scenario. Maybe soon. I would like to extend an invitation for you to speak with my graduate classes.”
This excited Wendy. She enthusiastically urged her sister to accept the offer.
“Rainey that would be awesome. You could present a case or something. I know my class would love it.”
Commitments were hard on the fly for a woman with triplets and two jobs. Owning a bail bond business came with paperwork, lots of it, and the consulting and investigations business was never ending. Requests for consultations piled up on her desk from law enforcement agencies around the country. The BAU was stretched thin. Departments sought help from a growing number of former FBI behavioral analysts when BAU involvement wasn’t feasible or timely. Frustrated big city detectives and overwhelmed small town sheriffs sent Rainey the cold cases that haunted their dreams.
“I will check my schedule and get back to you. I’m sure we can work something out, Dr. Teague.”
“It’s Edward,” he said, shaking her hand again and beaming. “I look forward to hearing from you. I would love the chance to discuss some of the cases you worked. I apologize if I appear to be a BAU groupie. I admit to it if it makes me less creepy.” He laughed easily. “Maybe we could have coffee sometime.”
Rainey noted his smile was genuine. He wasn’t blowing smoke or playing politics. His presentation on paraphilia for Cookie had been thorough and straightforward. He wasn’t seeking fame, like so many analysts for sale to the highest bidder. He seemed to have a genuine interest in the research.
“Coffee sounds great, Edward. I’ll be in touch.”
Rainey saw up close what was fanning her sister’s flames. This guy was one fine looking man, he had a brain, and he was out of bounds. Billy Bell’s daughters inherited their father’s attraction to the inaccessible. Katie had been about as off limits as a temptation could be—married, straight, and Rainey’s security assignment. That’s pretty much the list of ethical violations it took to acquire the best thing that ever happened to Rainey. Wendy, it appeared from her blushed cheeks, might be willing to violate a few ethics of her own. Rainey’s fears were somewhat assuaged, as Teague and Sheila took their leave.
“I will look forward to your call,” he said to Rainey. With a small wave to Wendy, he told her, “See you in class.”
“See you, tomorrow, Edward,” Wendy ventured hopefully, and to
“Dr. Teague is reviewing the medical examiner’s reports on those two teenagers Wake County found. One of them was from Durham County. While we try to determine the jurisdiction of the murders, we’re cooperating with Wake. We’re hoping Dr. Teague can give us some clues as to what we’re dealing with,” Sheila explained.
Rainey listened to Sheila, but her attention was drawn to her little sister. Wendy’s blush had turned a darker shade and red splotches were just becoming visible on her neck. The girl had it bad for teacher. At least fifteen years Wendy’s senior, from Rainey’s estimation, the handsome professor was charismatic, erudite, and from Wendy's description a “captivating” educator. Rainey saw exactly who was captivated. The age difference did not concern her, but Dr. Teague’s wedding ring and his position of power did.
Wendy’s crush was harmless, thus far, and Rainey hoped it flamed out before a discussion of ethics and power imbalanced relationships became necessary. In the meantime, she had never seen Wendy so discombobulated and found it entertaining, but would save the teasing for a private moment. Rainey suppressed her amusement and turned her attention to the professor.
“I’m sure you’ll be able to offer valuable insights, Dr. Teague. I’m glad you were available for the consult.”
Teague offered a humble, “I wish we could work together on the case, but I understand there are complications with that scenario. Maybe soon. I would like to extend an invitation for you to speak with my graduate classes.”
This excited Wendy. She enthusiastically urged her sister to accept the offer.
“Rainey that would be awesome. You could present a case or something. I know my class would love it.”
Commitments were hard on the fly for a woman with triplets and two jobs. Owning a bail bond business came with paperwork, lots of it, and the consulting and investigations business was never ending. Requests for consultations piled up on her desk from law enforcement agencies around the country. The BAU was stretched thin. Departments sought help from a growing number of former FBI behavioral analysts when BAU involvement wasn’t feasible or timely. Frustrated big city detectives and overwhelmed small town sheriffs sent Rainey the cold cases that haunted their dreams.
“I will check my schedule and get back to you. I’m sure we can work something out, Dr. Teague.”
“It’s Edward,” he said, shaking her hand again and beaming. “I look forward to hearing from you. I would love the chance to discuss some of the cases you worked. I apologize if I appear to be a BAU groupie. I admit to it if it makes me less creepy.” He laughed easily. “Maybe we could have coffee sometime.”
Rainey noted his smile was genuine. He wasn’t blowing smoke or playing politics. His presentation on paraphilia for Cookie had been thorough and straightforward. He wasn’t seeking fame, like so many analysts for sale to the highest bidder. He seemed to have a genuine interest in the research.
“Coffee sounds great, Edward. I’ll be in touch.”
Rainey saw up close what was fanning her sister’s flames. This guy was one fine looking man, he had a brain, and he was out of bounds. Billy Bell’s daughters inherited their father’s attraction to the inaccessible. Katie had been about as off limits as a temptation could be—married, straight, and Rainey’s security assignment. That’s pretty much the list of ethical violations it took to acquire the best thing that ever happened to Rainey. Wendy, it appeared from her blushed cheeks, might be willing to violate a few ethics of her own. Rainey’s fears were somewhat assuaged, as Teague and Sheila took their leave.
“I will look forward to your call,” he said to Rainey. With a small wave to Wendy, he told her, “See you in class.”
“See you, tomorrow, Edward,” Wendy ventured hopefully, and to
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