Back in Los Angeles, Jack was busy from the start. First, he completed his resignation procedures, returning his badge and service weapon.
Next ca graduation, receiving his bachelor's degree, and finally, Angela's wedding. Because of the Wolff brothers' bombing operation, the situation wasn't causing trouble this ti, but the eve of the wedding was still incredibly chaotic.
Angela's original wedding venue was shut down by the FBI for suspected money laundering, forcing everyone to find a private garden under repair overnight.
Then everyone pitched in, mainly the capable Nolan and Jack, using their old connections to contact a contractor who repaired the broken pipes in the garden in just two days.
Then everyone worked together for another day to complete the wedding setup, finally finishing the preparations before Saturday.
"Why am I not looking forward to weddings at all? So tiring," Hannah said lazily, hanging on Jack's back as he decorated a twelve-tiered cake.
"I did all the work, where are you tired? Are your arms sore from carrying on my back for so long?" Jack tapped her head irritably. After Angela's wedding, he would have to report to Quantico. Probably because they would be separated for almost half a year, she had beco unusually clingy lately.
"Flowers, music, MC, I arranged all of them, okay? You have no idea how troubleso pregnant Angela is." Hannah rolled her eyes cutely.
"How many rounds is this?" Jack sighed helplessly. This wedding was less of a wedding and more of a group of people helping Wesley entertain pregnant Angela.
This big sister was married and pregnant for the first ti, and she was completely obsessed. This usually carefree female detective could now cry her eyes out at the drop of a hat, and even soone with his mastery of psychology couldn't handle her.
"I've lost count. If it weren't for the fact that she's carrying my godson, I would have strangled her." Hannah weakly adjusted her head to a more comfortable position and leaned on her lover's shoulder.
"You've got dark circles under your eyes since you got back, tsk tsk, let's go take a hot bath together, I'll help you relax."
Jack suddenly turned around, picked Hannah up in a princess carry amidst her screams, and walked into the bathroom.
Finally, the wedding went smoothly without any more mishaps. Jack suspected he was probably the only one who secretly brought a gun to the wedding.
It has to be said, watching a group of handso n and beautiful won attend a wedding together was quite a pleasing sight. Even Sergeant Gery — now he should be called Commander Gery — looked even more dashing in his high-end custom-made suit.
He wondered if weddings had so kind of extra boost for the won attending; he felt that the two mature won seed particularly excited during his rendezvous that night.
Three days after the wedding, Jack packed a few clothes, entrusted his house and car to Hannah, and boarded a plane to Richmond.
After landing in Richmond, he went straight to Quantico.
Quantico is a small town with fewer than a thousand inhabitants. The FBI Academy he was going to was located near the town, next to the Marines' training base, and there was also a university specifically for the Marines nearby.
Of course, he couldn't go alone, so he found a hotel nearby for the night and arrived at the registration point early the next morning, taking a bus into the FBI Academy located in the forest.
Interestingly, he was the only person on the entire bus, because it wasn't the official training season.
Every year, the FBI Academy would begin its formal training in August, at which ti hundreds of young people aged 23-37 would flock to the place.
Jack wasn't sure if his situation was an exception; Rossi hadn't told him anything, only urging him to co and register as soon as possible.
The bus drove into a forest path, quickly passed through the college gate, and stopped in front of an old-fashioned red-brick building.
Jack politely thanked the bus driver, grabbed his luggage, and jumped off. He looked up and saw Rossi, as always, impeccably dressed, standing on the steps.
"Welco to the academy," Rossi greeted him warmly with a hug, making Jack feel quite flattered. Judging from Rossi's beaming smile, he had clearly been in a very good mood.
In a large hall, staff led him to his assigned dormitory, where he put down his luggage, changed into a standard polo shirt and khaki trousers, and finally ushered him into an office.
There, next to Rossi, he saw an unexpected person: Maureen, wearing gold-rimd glasses and a business suit.
"Ma-, Professor Cahill, what are you doing here?" Luckily, Jack reacted quickly, almost calling her by her first na.
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"A little surprise, isn't it unexpected?" Maureen smiled brightly, imdiately clearing up Jack's confusion.
Because of the BAU's unique nature, their behavioral analysts are typically recruited from experienced current agents or senior police officers. These agents usually possess at least a degree in psychology or a related field of criminal research.
Jack, a rookie with less than a year at the LAPD, was chosen because a BAU criminal investigation team had suffered heavy losses in a Boston bombing, losing six investigators.
This led the FBI leadership to question the BAU's role, with so even suggesting that with technological advancents, the BAU should be completely phased out, giving way to forensic science.
The original BAU teams, primarily focused on psychological profiling, were deed unnecessary; they should simply stay in the office and provide support. It would be better to establish more teams focused on cri scene investigation.
"That's CSI," Jack realized.
Rossi, one of the founders of the BAU, had, back in the 1980s, worked with Holden Ford, a forr FBI negotiation expert, and Ford's partner, Bill Tench, to delve into prisons and interview countless perpetrators of extrely serious cris.
This includes so notorious serial killers who use mathematical statistics, psychological analysis, and behavioral research as tools to find patterns and rules in these individuals, which they then apply to solving new cases.
Therefore, at this turbulent ti, Rossi, who had previously retired and was busy writing books and giving lectures, returned to the FBI. Leveraging his extensive network of connections at the top, he pushed for the reorganization of the BAU, aiming to establish a completely new model of action team.
Rossi was not a conservative person; he also valued various erging cri scene investigation techniques and reached cooperation agreents with several laboratories similar to the Jeffersonian Institute led by Dr. Temperance Brennan.
He also set different requirents for the new action team mbers than before, no longer limiting them to fields like psychology. They included criminal investigation experts with STEM backgrounds, computer network experts, and combat experts with practical experience and outstanding combat skills.
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