-- author's note -- 

fyi, i will just be generally writing this. it doesn't follow a specific canon plot, or a specific season. it's kind of starting in the middle somewhere. bare with me.
- madi

The bell rings to dismiss fourth period at McKinley High, and I yell to my students, reminding them to study for the quiz tomorrow on the ancient society of Egypt. 

80% of them won't study.

30% of them will fail.

Does that mean I'm a bad teacher?

I hope not. I think it just means I have lazy students.

The kids obviously aren't listening, as they are chattering about lunch plans and what foods they'll be eating in the next half hour, which is lunch.

One lonely student walks up to my desk, his hands full of his books and papers. His name is Brian Baxter. He's one of the 20% that will study. "Miss Mayville?"

I smile. "Hey, Brian."

Brian sets his books down on my desk, holding out a piece of paper with a shaky hand. I see it's crumpled and dirty, like it'd been stepped on. Not by Brian, but most likely one of the boys next to him. Will or Frank or Brandon or someone. 

"I-I tried handing this in when you asked for it, b-but Frank Wilkinson took it from before I could. P-Please don't mark it as late." Brian says, looking up at me with wide eyes through glasses much too large for his face.

I take the paper and smile. "Of course not, Brian. And you know you can switch spots, if Frank is making you uncomfortable."

He quickly shakes his head. "No ma'am. No thanks. I'm good." He picks up his books. "Have a good lunch, Miss Mayville." He calls over his shoulder as he scrambles out of my room.

I sigh and look up, watching him almost smack right into two men in suits. I raise an eyebrow. Who are they? Two gay parents of a student of mine, calling in on a lunch conference? I look over at the men as they enter my classroom.

"Can I help you two?" I ask. They are both pretty attractive, and as rude as it may sound, it'd be a shame to women if they were gay... The shorter one, with the shorter hair, he holds out a badge to me.

"Special agents Dean Mercury and Sam Taylor, FBI." Short hair guy, or Agent Dean Mercury, says.

I smile. "Like Freddie Mercury and Roger Taylor from Queen?" I laugh and hold out my hand to them. "Eddie Mayville. Um, high school history teacher."

Dean and Sam both shake my hand, then pull up chairs to my desk.

"So, what exactly does the FBI want with me?" I ask, pulling out my lunch bag from under my desk. I hope they don't mind me eating.

"We have some questions on the death a co-worker of yours... Catherine Gerkins?" Sam pulls out a file with Cathy's picture in it.

I frown and look at the picture. "Sure, but Cathy died of a heart attack ... seven years ago, when I first started here." 

Dean smiles and nods. "We know, we're just investigating the death."

"Seven years later?" I raise an eyebrow. "Cathy's been gone a while, guys, and it wasn't suspicious...."

"Could you maybe just tell us about Cathy? What she was like?" Sam asks, practically cutting off my sentence. "And what you know about her death?"

"Okay." I pause before talking. "Cathy Gerkins was a government teacher on my floor, a few classrooms down actually. She was at McKinley for like 30 years, and was pretty close to retirement. I remember she was super excited about this Caribbean cruise her husband had planned... then she would ask me if I'd ever been out of the country. I've been to Canada, but that doesn't really count...." I look up at them. "I don't really know anything about her. Sorry, guys."

"What about her death, though? Who found her?" Dean asks me.

"The principal did. Mr. Evenson. I mean, he was just a teacher then, but he's principal now. He found Cathy in her classroom." I respond. "It was a heartattack of a 62 year old woman. What could the FBI possibly want with that now?"

"We can't disclose that at this moment." Sam says. "And I understand there have been some incidents at the school? Recently, like in the past three months? Since school has started."

"Yeah." I nod. "It's really got Scott - er, Mr. Evenson, all stressed and paranoid. I mean, it's his first year as principal. I think he's scared he's going to lose his job." I say, taking a bite of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Really?" Sam and Dean share a look, and then they look back at me. "So... Eddie, was it?" Dean looks at me. 

"Yeah, Eddie."

Dean chuckles. "That's a boy name, isn't it?" 

I frown and watch as Sam nudges Dean with his arm. "I'm sorry, Miss Mayville. Agent Mercury can't help himself sometimes." He glares at Dean.

"Well, yeah. Eddie is a boy's name, when it's short for Edward. Not Edna." I roll my eyes.

"Okay. So, anyways, Eddie..." Dean clears his throat. "What exactly was this...incident?"

"Don't you know?" I frown. "I mean, the police were involved. Certainly you've gone to the sheriff's office to go over the files."

Sam chuckles. "That's the police's files. We want to hear it from the teachers. Those who were pretty close to witnessing the events."

"Um, okay... so the first one. It involved this student named Lydia. Lydia Henshaw. She was super shy and reserved....but not the weird kind. She was smart and kind. This one day, a kid cut in front of her in the lunch line. She took a fork and stabbed it into his shoulder. She was hauled off to the principal's office, and they locked her in one of the In School Suspension rooms until the cops showed up. She was bawling her eyes out in there because she said she couldn't remember what she'd done to get in there, saying something took control of her body..." I pause to roll my eyes. "Anyways, she was hauled off to the mental ward of the hospital and has been there since."

"Wow. That's definitely bat shit crazy." Dean laughs.

"You think that's funny? Both of those kids are my students. Or were anyway. The boy left to go to a different school and Lydia is in the mental hospital."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. That wasn't... that isn't funny." Dean clears his throat. That guy is kind of a jerk.

"So, about the other incidents?" Sam asks. His smile is warm and kind. He seems a lot nicer than his partner.

I smile and start to speak, only looking at Sam. This seems to agitate Dean, because he tries to do everything in his power to get me to look at him, too. I briefly explain the other two incidents, one of which involve superglue, hand sanitizer, and a pair of scissors.

I sit there for a moment as the two agents wrote stuff down. Surprisingly, they didn't think I was crazy. The police had all been baffled by the weird experiences. 

"Thank you, Miss Mayville. This is definitely...helpful." Sam says, smiling. He reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out a business card. "If you think of anything else." He lays it down on my desk.

Dean chuckles and I look over at him, wonder what now has him laughing. He gives me his business card as well. "And this, Eddie, is if you need anything." He shoots me a wink, and I glare at him.

"You're kidding, right?" I laugh and roll my eyes. 

"No." Dean smirks.

Sam elbows him and looks at me, clearing his throat. "Do you have a number we can reach you at? In case we need to ask any more questions?"

"Yeah. But...would you hold onto it? Not, um, share it with your partner?" I give a pointed look to Dean.

Sam chuckles and nods. "Yeah, of course."

I smile and jot the number down on an orange sticky note, then hand it to Sam. "There you go."

"Thank you." Sam smiles, then looks to his partner. "Okay, Agent Mercury. Let's go." He says, grabbing Dean's arm and pulling him along.

I sit and my desk and shake my head before continuing my lunch. Gosh. I didn't realize what kind of strange people the FBI hires.