As a new recruit for the fbi, you expected to get some odd looks. You were a child prodigy so you’re younger than most of the team. However, as you walk in you’re met with a glare from the only other child prodigy.

He’s looking up from his paperwork, the back of his hand on his chin. He already didn’t like you. He was threatened. He heard of your brain and knew it would challenge his own.