I'm sure by now, if you have read the about me section of my site, you know about Brad Follmer. Well, if you don't, you will now.
I first met Brad (I tend to call him Bradley, but he prefers Brad. His full name is Bradley Markus Follmer) when I went to a boarding school on the east coast. He was my friend, John Doggett's, roommate. They don't really get along, or so they lead me to think. But I know that they are friends, even if they won't admit it.
He grew up in England (Sommerset County, outside of London), and was an only child. He doesn't speak about his parents (James and Rebecca) that much, he must not like them. He moved away from them as soon as possible. Which is exactly what John and I did to get away from the hick town we grew up in. Anyway...
Brad is an Assistant Director at the FBI. He started out in the field office in New York, which is where our paths met for the second time. We dated for a while, but then things between us got a little rocky and I left New York to return to New Orleans. I'd rather not get into that because what happened really broke my heart. I had to get away. But I still cared for him deeply (which is why I left without telling him. I couldn't handle it.), and I still do. By the time I came back to the east coast from New Orleans, Brad made his way up the ladder, becoming Assistant Director on the sixth floor (that's really good folks). He's on his way up to being the Director... someday.
