[b]Quantico, Virginia[/b]

Cats eh? Josh could see it, he was a sort of lonely guy with a soft side, he needed affection from somewhere. Mark seemed really anxious, more anxious than usual, as they approached the elevator. He tapped the button repeatedly, Josh just waited. He took his Blackberry from his pocket and clicked it to life. He opened a message and began texting someone, it was a potential love interest. 

[quote][b]Diego:[/b] Are you going to be able to meet me tonight?
I found your shirt
[b]Josh:[/b]No srry
I have to go to NY tonight… again. I miss you
[b]Diego:[/b] It’s okay.
Go save the world
[b]Josh:[/b] I’d rather be with you
[b]Diego:[/b] That’s not true, and I don’t want it to be[/quote]

Josh didn’t answer back, when he lifted his head he was standing in the elevator, heading down to the first floor. Two other men, square-jaws, were in the elevator too, they seemed very serious. Josh put his phone away and looked at Mark, he was just as uncomfortable as before, perhaps moreso. Josh felt bad about his conversation on the phone. The fact was, Diego was right. This is what Josh wanted, the thrill, the authority, the gun. The elevator doors finally opened and Josh was happy, mostly for Mark. He looked like he was ready to explode. The couple walked through the lobby to the main entrance and then outside, where a caravan of black SUV’s were waiting for them. A tall, well dressed man stood in front of one waiting just as patiently as the vehicles. Josh made his way down the stairs toward the caravan, he spoke quietly to Mark. “Go home in your car, meet us at the airfield. Remember, 30 minutes.” Then Josh approached the tall man waiting. 

“Are you Joshua Rodriguez?” Thomas asked, “Thomas Wakefield,” he said smartly. 

Josh eyed the man, he’d heard of him. Another nut psychologist. He shook hands with the man, smiled. “Yes, nice to meet you. You’re going to be on the flight with us right?”

“Yes, I’m happy to be in such notable presence.” Thomas said with a warm smile. 

Josh opened the car door and stepped in, sat down. Thomas followed him in, “I’d like to speak with you about your case” he said as he stepped in. 

“It’s confidential,” Josh said straightly. That was something he knew for certain about these psychology types, if you knew something they didn’t, they were intent on wresting it from you. Especially when concerning a case, and most especially when concerning those who worked in the FBI. The caravan set off down toward the airfield, each one of the four SUV’s filled with agents heading on one case or another.