𝟝:𝟝𝟘 𝕒𝕞
You groan as you quickly shut your alarm off. Nothing better than waking up before 6 am! Saying that you hate mornings is an understatement. But, knowing that you have a wonderful job, that—despite your worries yesterday morning—you believe you'll love, helps lessen your want to stay in bed.
As you stand up, like a slap in the face, yesterday's events hit you. But instead of the fact that you became an FBI agent, it's the fact that you had amazing sex with someone. The problem though is that it wasn't just a random guy, it was your coworker. Meaning that it's the person you now have to work with every day, acting as if nothing happened.
Maybe it doesn't have to be a problem?
You laugh at your utter stupidity as you grab your phone, heading into the bathroom. Turning on some light music, you get in the shower, ready to begin your day.
As you get out, you hear your phone ding, and, for some reason, you really hope it's Spencer. Once you walk over to it though, you see it is just Hotch.
🅗🅞🅣🅒🅗: 𝐘/𝐋/𝐍. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐠. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
You remember that he previously said to have a "go bag"—essentially an overnight bag—ready every day before work, in case the team has to travel.
After you dry your hair, you throw it up in a loose ponytail with two pieces pulled out of it in the front. You continue with some light makeup, making sure to pay close attention to the now prominent hickey on your neck, but it is still slightly noticeable. Thank you, Spencer Reid. Of all places, he decided to put one right on your neck. It's like he wanted everyone to see it and know what you two did.
Opening your closet, you look for a nice work outfit. You end up grabbing a sheer white top, pairing it with a grey, tighter-fitting skirt. Along with a different pair of heels than yesterday and some earrings.
You grab a bag to put your stuff in and unzip it. Only packing the essentials, you grab everything you think you'll need. Perfume, deodorant, lotion, travel shower stuff, toothbrush and toothpaste, hairbrush, a couple of pairs of underwear and socks, two outfits, your passport, and wallet fills the bag. If you ended up forgetting anything else, you can always just buy it when you're at the location.
It's 6:55 am now, so you head out the door. Hopefully, the time well spent with Dr. Reid last night doesn't backfire today. It can only go two ways, right? Awkward or intense.
. . .
As you enter through the BAU's glass doors, you see JJ walking into the round table room. You head that way.
As you walk through the doorway of the room, Morgan looks over at you, whistling. You laugh under your breath at him, scanning for an open seat.
As you do, you make eye contact with Spencer, taking notice of the way he's looking at you, eyes widened. You take a guess that he probably doesn't know he's making that face. Because if he knew how he looked right now, he would fix those eyes before someone notices.
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Take Over Me
FanfictionY/N Y/L/N is someone who has never felt true welcomeness. She's been unwelcome since she was a child, even in her own family. When she moves to Virginia and starts her new job with the BAU, she starts to learn what being welcome is really like. Espe...