You had worked in the ER since you graduated from nursing school. Now, almost twenty years later, you've done enough (by working as a nurse and also taking classes on top of it), to have a change in profession. Nurses aren't appreciated enough anyways, so it was safe to say that you were so over it.

Your mentor during your fellowship had given you high recommendations towards bigger industries after your exceptional work and quick learning with her. So, that was how you scored the offer. Jack Crawford gave you a call asking for help in the morgue, since there could never be enough eyes to look at one b ody.

Unable to help yourself, you accepted the offer with Jack, and now you were looking over a gruesome sight. The b lood had stopped bothering you after a month in the ER. Everybody b leeds, anyways, so it wasn't like there was anything to be afraid of.

Katz, Zeller, and Price had all been examining you and your work. You understood that. You were the new dog in the park, so to speak, though you'd never heard anyone use that saying to refer to anything before. Either way, you were the new girl, so you expected inspection. What you didn't expect was Will Graham.

Where had this man come from? Heaven? You were sure. He hadn't even looked you in the eyes yet, but you were sure that he was the most beautiful man you'd ever seen. He had been inspecting you work too. He wasn't criticizing your technique, though, he seemed to be trying to figure out your personality. You didn't mind it.

Jack had been watching you as well, perhaps to see how you fit in with your new coworkers so far. "Ah, right, I forgot to introduce you to Will Graham." He sure had forgotten, you only new Will's name because of the temporary FBI badge he had clipped to his shirt pocket.

"This is Will Graham. He teaches criminal psychology at the FBI Academy. He's not FBI, but he's been helping us with some cases. He makes jumps that people can't really explain." Jack gives you a brief description of him.