"Today's class will be short. We will be going over last weeks test. Some of you surprised me and other disappointed me" Dr.Gilburg handed me my test upside down as he announced his disappointment. I flipped the page over to reveal my own disappointment. A 64... on a test. I have never made this low. I zoned out for the rest of class as he told us the correct answers. All I could think of was my parents. Would they disappointed in me, in my life, the way I disregarded a family life to expanded my
studies. They were both so family oriented, I know mom would have loved grandchildren. Dad would have killed to get to walk me down the isle. Dr.Gilburg dismisses class and as I walk down the steps toward the door I hear him call me.
"Mrs.Turan" he calls.
"It's misses. I'm not married." I correct him.
"I'm sorry I just assumed at your age you would be married because of the way you portray yourself" he made me aware. What did he mean my age. I'm 27. It's completely reasonable for me to be unwed. Maybe it's because I don't have any friends, stay to myself, and refuse boys.
"It's fine" I smile.
"Well I would like to discuss your grade on your last test. I was very shocked. You normally are top of your class. I spoke to your other professor from previous majors and all concluded you were a spectacular student."he explained.
"I'm sorry. Forensics has a very close spot in my heart and I think I might be distracted because of a past tragedy." I explain. "It is hard to focus,because I keep getting ahead of myself."
"Well Because of your accomplishment and dedication to this degree I am willing to context one of past students to help tutor you. If you are interested." He told me. I have never had to have a tutor but this could actually help me, but I am very intelligent and it would be hard to find someone as the some mental complicity as me.
"No offense but I have an IQ of 179, so I'm not sure-"I started
"He has an IQ of 187 Abigail. He has 3 PHDs and 2 BAs and he works for the BAU of The FBI. He can help you." He interrupted. Okay so maybe this kid could really teach me a thing or two. He does this for a living so he could teach me some tips and tricks at least. "His name is Spencer Reid. I will give him a call." He smiles in assurance. I smile back. As he dials his phone.
"Yes hello agent Spencer Reid" he greeted him over the phone. "It certainly has been a while. I have been reading all of your articles and you have quite an impressive list of acclaims" he chuckled. "Any way listen. I have a student here who would is in need of some assistance in my class. She has a very high IQ and several degrees. I was wondering if you could maybe help her study?" He asked. He lowered the phone.
"Are you free at 4 today?" He asked me
"Indeed" I answered.
"Dr.Reid will meet you at the coffee shop on campus at 4 today." He raised his phone again.
"Thank you Spencer. She is looking forward to meeting you." I rolled my eyes at his last remark. This is a tutor session on match makers.
I thank Dr.Gilburg and leave the room. I attend the rest of my classes through the day and realize that this bad test grade is becoming a reoccurring pattern. I look at my phone, it's 3:45. I hurry to the coffee shop that is half way across campus.
I get there and look around but I see no one that matched the description of a man with 3 PHDs that picture in my brain.
"Can I have a cup of black coffee?" I ask the barista.
"Oh come on a pretty girl like you can't handle something that strong." The man behind the counter insulted my caffeine taste.
"Well actually because of the hormones in a woman's body, they can healthily handle 4 times the amount of caffeine that man can intake." A man voice came from be hind me. Now that was voice of man who could teach me a thing or two. The barista just looked at him with a look of confusion mixed with smug anger.
"In other words. Just hand the lady her coffee" he gave a soft smile. The barista handed me my cup of black coffee.
"Thanks." I smiled at the man behind me. "Are you Dr.Reid by chance?" I asked.
"Please call me Spencer" he smiled. He was quite handsome in a nerdy kind of way. He had a soft smile and the most dreamy eyes I had ever seen. If the pages are anything like the cover, I think I'm gonna like this book.
"I'm Abigail" I extent my free hand to shake his.
"Abby. I like it" he smiled and shook my hand. His hands were gentle and soft but he had a small scar on the side of his thumb.
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PHD
FanfictionAbigail Turan has her PHF in genetics, English literature, and biology. She is a genius to say the very least. No subject has ever stumped her before. But recently she has been studying for her PHD in forensic science. Murders interest her, because...
