_{[ 𝒘 𝒆 𝒂 𝒑 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔 𝒑 𝒆 𝒄 𝒊 𝒂 𝒍 𝒊 𝒔 𝒕 opened a case. ]}

        _{Star fleet lived up to both name and reputation. Science, discovery, conquest beyond the feasible atmosphere. Literally existed without a boundary [– pardoning the lethality of laws, guidelines –], oh, what there was to discover.}

        _{Law, however, was still needed to be upheld on solid ground. Gravity, planet earth, bred its fair share of ingrates, and the delusional. Just because they were denied access to a slew of galaxies did not mean they were unneeded.}

        _{Still, shouldering the mind of a genius, and the heart of a scholar unsatisfied, any and all opportunities to divulge into his curiosities and converse with these cosmonauts were greedily taken.}

         _{Marcus was a name practically written in the stars. Betrayal, redemption, glory. Carol Marcus witnessed triumph and tragedy alike, and it was with stifled enthusiasm he was granted brief conversation with her.}

        _{Both hands were sheathed in his pockets, index and thumb fingers of each fiddling hesitantly with lint, stray string. The image of the Lieutenant passed over his desk for no more than thirty seconds, but his memory hungrily swallowed in every detail, every nook and cranny of her features, smile, and hair. Searching for a crop of prim blonde hair, likely – blue? Perhaps their attire altered when they returned to earth, further investigation would be needed.}

        _{When his gaze properly sifted through the sparse crowd, eyebrows arched, and he paused some feet behind her. Physical contact seemed overly forward, so, after a cleared throat,}

        _{❝Lieutenant Carol Marcus?❞ Removed from his right pocket, a hand that twitched with a meek wave, ❝—- Doctor Spencer Reid, BAU. I’ve been asked to meet with you regarding the psychological evaluations of your crew?❞}

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