“I was going to give you the BAU.” Michael’s voice dropped. Instead of shouting, he sounded resigned. Wistful, even. “I don’t want to do this very much longer. My time is almost up. Hell, maybe it’s already up. I’m retiring in a few years, and I wanted to give you the BAU. You were going to be Assistant Director Kennedy. I had it all planned out for you. That’s what was supposed to happen.” Michael shoved the chair he’d dropped his jacket on.
