Welcome to the FBI
The high pitched blaring of his alarm roused him from a deep slumber. It had been a particularly nice dream too, featuring a certain redhead. Stiles fumbled for the button on his I-Phone to shut off the incessant noise while his thoughts lingered on the remnants of his dream. Lydia. Her name brought forth an avalanche of emotions, happiness, joy, and an overwhelming disbelief that she was finally his. His dreams mirrored the memories he'd had of her, particularly the most recent memories they'd shared. His less than pure thoughts caused his face to flush and a warmth to spread over him.
Less than a month ago the two had began a cross-country journey that culminated with her dropping him off at his dorm at George Washington University. They both had tried to prolong the experience as much as they could, both knowing that they were rapidly approaching the end of their time together. Stiles had been accepted into a very prestigious honors internship with the FBI and the date had read like a sentence the entire trip. How he had managed to even be considered for the program he did not know, he assumed it was more of Agent McCall's doings. The couple had used every minute of their time before the inevitable separation, arriving only the day before the internship was set to begin. Stiles had merely thrown his belongings, still in boxes and bags, haphazardly in the corner of his room refusing to divide his attention from Lydia even to settle into his room.
When he had watched the taillights of her new SUV fade from his view on the sidewalk the evening before he had seriously reconsidered his choice in schools. He didn't like the thought of her being more than 7 hours away at MIT. He had even radically considered applying to MIT too, but he'd sadly discovered that not only were all the deadlines well passed but his scores would put him out of consideration completely. Stiles and Lydia had prepared for the separation and had used the long hours on their drive to plan. The two of them were good at planning after years of scheming with the pack and avoiding the horrors of the supernatural and used their honed skills to map out their inevitable long distance relationship several times. They had FaceTime and Skype, texting, and long weekends and holidays. They only had two years until Lydia would receive her Bachelor's degree. She was determined to immediately push through to graduate school to work on her first Masters but it was their hope that they would be able to relocate to be closer together then.
Stiles rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he tossed the covers back of his narrow bed, it did little to cool him down. He took in the room that would become his home for the next year. The room itself was impersonal and everything was painted in hues of beige. He'd opted for a single dorm room so that he wouldn't have to deal with a nosy roommate, both for Lydia reasons as well as the supernatural ones that were sure to crop up. His room was located in the old Thurston Hall, a brick clad building on the outer edge of campus with all the other freshman dorms. It was eerily quiet as most of the rooms were vacant as they waited for their occupants in the fall. He glanced at his belongings and thought about the arduous task of unpacking later and thought about putting it off even longer, maybe forever. Noting the time he plodded over to the pile of boxes and bags to rifle through the belongings to find the proper attire, black uniform pants and a button up white shirt.
He ran his hands through his hair to try and flatten down the stubborn cowlick and checked his watch grumbling at the time. He was later than he should have been so he'd have to skip the bathroom as well as breakfast. He grabbed a protein bar that Lydia had insisted on leaving with him as well as his phone and keys before exiting the building. He munched on the bar as he shot Lydia a text. She was probably still sleeping or driving, either way, he didn't expect an immediate response. He shoved the phone in his pocket before jogging to catch the shuttle bus to his meeting point.
The shuttle was brief and he'd managed to scarf down the bar in the time it took to drop him off. He wished he'd had the foresight to grab something to drink on his way, the protein bar, though not as bad as he made them out to be, was still terribly dry. He checked into the tall non-descript building that housed the bureau and received his ID badge. The very professional woman behind the counter had pushed a pile of papers and clipboard to him and motioned for him to sit in a hardbacked chair to complete the necessary paperwork.
Stiles scrawled the information he knew and returned the papers probably more hastily than he should have judging by the wrinkle in the receptionists forehead as she flipped through them. He returned to the rather uncomfortable seat and jostled his legs back in forth in anticipation earning him a glare from the receptionist that had just straightened his paperwork. A few other interns sat in chairs and were all poised and sharp looking, he tried to run his hands through his hair and smooth out his wrinkled pants to look more presentable. He cursed himself when he failed to make any improvement. He shouldn't have hit the snooze button this morning. A loud ding at the elevator made his eyes shoot up as a group of men in suits exited the elevator.
The rather formidable looking group walked over to the waiting area where all the interns were suddenly alert and expectant. "Good morning! Welcome to your first day with the FBI! I'm Agent Daniels and I am in charge of the Honors Internship Program. If you are all set with your paperwork you can follow us and we'll get started." Agent Daniels and the others nodded at the students before turning sharply on their heels and returning to the bank of elevators, not even bothering to see if the students followed. Stiles couldn't help but feel anticipation and for some reason, a sense of growing sense of dread that as he stood to follow the agents.