The Sheet
It’s funny, you know, when you spend your time catching psychopaths for a living and then the psychiatrists tell you that you really need to stop catching them and start catching up on yourself instead. The Special Branch therapist is a nice lady, though, so I didn’t tell her that I was fine and I did what she wanted. I got this journal. Which, really, isn’t that bad. I don’t think. Not yet anyway. She also said, “Write an introduction and let them know who you are.” Like I said, she’s a nice lady, so I’m writing an introduction. Sort of. I admit, some parts have been omitted. Because I’m following this sheet thingy that she gave me and well … some of it’s a little personal for first time introductions. Maybe I‘ll fill those bits in later. Maybe. Anyway, here goes.
Name. I’m taking it that this is full title? God, I hate writing down the full title. Special Agent Will Graham. That’s so long winded. I liked just being Mr. Graham. Plus, it gets you funny looks when you have to show ID and all you’ve got is your badge on you.
Age … uh-huh.
Next one’s Occupation. Why are these forms never straight forward? I’m a Forensic Specialist for the Special Crimes Division in England. It also has Past Occupations. What has that got to do with … fine. I used to be a Special Agent attached to the Federal Bureau of Investigations in Washington DC. Yes, that does mean I used to be FBI. When you tell people that you get worse looks than saying you’re just a plain old Special Agent. Usually people don’t put two and two together right away. The nice lady said that I had to ‘further explain’ bits like that. So …
I used to work at the FBI Academy. I went back to the field for a select few cases, rare breeds of psychopath, serial killers with motives that stray from the ‘norm.’ One of them was Doctor Hannibal Lector, MD. Who almost killed me after stabbing me with a linoleum knife, at about the same second I twigged that he was the killer we were looking for. Which, you know, was relatively bad luck. I spent time in the hospital. Then I quit. I moved to Marathon in Florida and lived out of a rusty old caravan. It was fun. I fixed boat motors. Got married. Had a kid. Then my ex-boss needed me for another case and I went back onto the job. I was slashed, shot twice and almost gutted stopping that crazy from killing my family. Funny how, in those first few seconds I woke up in the hospital, I realised that I had to go back to my job. Where I was making a difference. So, after all of that, I had an offer from my boss to do a transfer of a sort to England to work in a new Branch of the Special Crimes Division with him, doing the same thing that I did in Washington. And … that’s about it.
Marital status. I wonder if this is how it feels to be interrogated? I’m divorced. After taking that job and spending time away from Molly and Josh, not to mention the attack on them thanks to me, me and Molly had some problems. When I told her what was wrong, that I wanted to go back to the FBI (and I did) we stayed together for about a year, then the arguing got worse. We tried to work through it but, more for Josh’s sake than anything else, we ended up taking some serious time out. Five months. After those five months I had a fling with my boss, Jack Crawford. (I hope the nice therapist doesn’t tell him I let that one slip. He was the one that sent me to her. Hmm, I’ve really got to try and find out the Nice Lady’s name. And remember it this time.) The fling was what put the nail in the coffin, so to speak. I told Molly that it wouldn’t work out. So we’ve split officially now. I suppose I’d better put ‘single’ here as well. She’ll grill me about that.
Children. Josh William Graham. I don’t get to see him nearly enough anymore. But Molly was fair and he spends all his school holidays in England with me. And calls me every second night, which I pay the phone bills for. Molly can’t manage to support him on her own with only the shop in Marathon.
Family background/siblings. What? Why does she need that? Why do you guys need that? But … fair enough, told Jack I’d do it. Only child, a pair of wonderful parents who’ve moved to Florida to be near Josh. William and Edna Graham.
Hobbies. Uhm, I run. Swim sometimes. Watch soccer. Or, football I should say. I need to stop that, no one understands me when I start slipping back to American words. Drives my team crazy. Jack doesn’t try to change his accent so I translate. That drives me crazy. It’s kind of sad that work takes up a lot of my time but right now, I’m ‘getting myself together again’ (according to Nice Nameless Lady) so it’s okay to have work to concentrate on.
That’s about it really, I’m just plain me. There’s nothing special about me. Josh is the best thing I’ve ever done with my life. Barring putting a few psychopaths behind bars. It’s not the end of the little sheet but I might do some of those questions later on. Once I’ve learned Nice Lady’s name, maybe. For now … this is it.
Will Graham.
Name. I’m taking it that this is full title? God, I hate writing down the full title. Special Agent Will Graham. That’s so long winded. I liked just being Mr. Graham. Plus, it gets you funny looks when you have to show ID and all you’ve got is your badge on you.
Age … uh-huh.
Next one’s Occupation. Why are these forms never straight forward? I’m a Forensic Specialist for the Special Crimes Division in England. It also has Past Occupations. What has that got to do with … fine. I used to be a Special Agent attached to the Federal Bureau of Investigations in Washington DC. Yes, that does mean I used to be FBI. When you tell people that you get worse looks than saying you’re just a plain old Special Agent. Usually people don’t put two and two together right away. The nice lady said that I had to ‘further explain’ bits like that. So …
I used to work at the FBI Academy. I went back to the field for a select few cases, rare breeds of psychopath, serial killers with motives that stray from the ‘norm.’ One of them was Doctor Hannibal Lector, MD. Who almost killed me after stabbing me with a linoleum knife, at about the same second I twigged that he was the killer we were looking for. Which, you know, was relatively bad luck. I spent time in the hospital. Then I quit. I moved to Marathon in Florida and lived out of a rusty old caravan. It was fun. I fixed boat motors. Got married. Had a kid. Then my ex-boss needed me for another case and I went back onto the job. I was slashed, shot twice and almost gutted stopping that crazy from killing my family. Funny how, in those first few seconds I woke up in the hospital, I realised that I had to go back to my job. Where I was making a difference. So, after all of that, I had an offer from my boss to do a transfer of a sort to England to work in a new Branch of the Special Crimes Division with him, doing the same thing that I did in Washington. And … that’s about it.
Marital status. I wonder if this is how it feels to be interrogated? I’m divorced. After taking that job and spending time away from Molly and Josh, not to mention the attack on them thanks to me, me and Molly had some problems. When I told her what was wrong, that I wanted to go back to the FBI (and I did) we stayed together for about a year, then the arguing got worse. We tried to work through it but, more for Josh’s sake than anything else, we ended up taking some serious time out. Five months. After those five months I had a fling with my boss, Jack Crawford. (I hope the nice therapist doesn’t tell him I let that one slip. He was the one that sent me to her. Hmm, I’ve really got to try and find out the Nice Lady’s name. And remember it this time.) The fling was what put the nail in the coffin, so to speak. I told Molly that it wouldn’t work out. So we’ve split officially now. I suppose I’d better put ‘single’ here as well. She’ll grill me about that.
Children. Josh William Graham. I don’t get to see him nearly enough anymore. But Molly was fair and he spends all his school holidays in England with me. And calls me every second night, which I pay the phone bills for. Molly can’t manage to support him on her own with only the shop in Marathon.
Family background/siblings. What? Why does she need that? Why do you guys need that? But … fair enough, told Jack I’d do it. Only child, a pair of wonderful parents who’ve moved to Florida to be near Josh. William and Edna Graham.
Hobbies. Uhm, I run. Swim sometimes. Watch soccer. Or, football I should say. I need to stop that, no one understands me when I start slipping back to American words. Drives my team crazy. Jack doesn’t try to change his accent so I translate. That drives me crazy. It’s kind of sad that work takes up a lot of my time but right now, I’m ‘getting myself together again’ (according to Nice Nameless Lady) so it’s okay to have work to concentrate on.
That’s about it really, I’m just plain me. There’s nothing special about me. Josh is the best thing I’ve ever done with my life. Barring putting a few psychopaths behind bars. It’s not the end of the little sheet but I might do some of those questions later on. Once I’ve learned Nice Lady’s name, maybe. For now … this is it.
Will Graham.