TW: typical case briefing, mentions of missing person, a stalker, significant injury, blood, gore and murder/death. This is another reminder that there is an age-gap of 14 years, slight mention of divorce. Case based on 3x06.
Upon the team's arrival at the local police department, you're met with a slightly older looking man, who introduces himself as Detective Yarbrough. "Welcome to Texas, you must be SSA Aaron Hotchner" he welcomes, shaking Hotch's hand as he speaks.
As you watch the interaction your thoughts linger on Hotch, he was an incredibly attractive man, it would be pointless to deny it, but then again, you shouldn't be fantasizing about your boss, especially your newly divorced boss, who's fourteen years older than you. That being said, it didn't stop you from time to time.
"That would be correct and let me introduce you to my team, these are Agents Rossi, Prentiss, Jareau, Morgan, Selwyn and Dr Reid"
A mixture of greetings are offered as the detective leads you all toward a makeshift conference room, "I didn't realise you had a trainee on your team".
You see Hotch's brow furrow "I'm sorry, a trainee?" his voice laced with either confusion or annoyance, you can't quite tell.
"Oh, I thought" he gestures to you, "I just assumed she was a trainee, she doesn't look like FBI".
Annoyance, his voice was laced with annoyance, or was it anger? Once again you couldn't tell. You'd come to expect this assumption from most people, you were only twenty-three and probably looked younger due to your fresh-faced appearance, which was highlighted by your immaculate yet soft makeup, you didn't bother to cover the three faint diagonal scars on right cheek, and you allowed your curly brown hair to frame your face. Before you even had the chance to reply, Hotch had spoken up.
"I'm not sure why you're concerning yourself with the appearance of my team, especially since you've plainly stated that you're working off assumptions, detective. Agent Selwyn is an exceptional agent. Lets get set up."
Along with the rest of the team, you begin to set up the conference room, pinning pictures and case notes to the board, mapping out a timeline of the previous four days and laying out a map of the crime scene. Settling down into a chair to read over the original police report, not realising that it's just you and Emily, you begin to take notes of anything that could be deemed as important, you're not ten minutes into working when Emily breaks the silence. "He's not wrong though Paisley, you don't look like a typical FBI agent".
Momentarily, your eyes flick down to your outfit, she's not wrong, you didn't look like a typical FBI agent, not with your casual style. Today's outfit of choice consisted of a forest green camisole top layered over a long sleeved white turtleneck tucked into black mom jeans, along with your trusty pair of black doc martens, which were an everyday essential for you. Another everyday essential of course was your jewellery, a ring with a stone on each finger, each differing from one another in size, shape and colour, along with multiple earrings in each ear, not forgetting the same two necklaces you always wore. Letting out a small laugh, you look over to her, "True, but then again nor do Reid and Garcia" which elicits a laugh from her in return.
Turning your head back to the file in your hand, the rest of the team make their way back into the conference room, shortly followed by Detective Yarbrough, whose face looks tainted with a mixture of anger and panic "There's another missing person's poster. Enid White, her roommate called Dallas PD this morning, she didn't come home after walking her dog last night."
This causes Hotch to stand up even straighter than before, but Reid is the first to respond to the panicked detective, "So she is missing then".
"Well he wallpapered around the area of the apartment for two blocks and Dallas PD is still canvassing to gather any additional information, but nothing has come up so far".

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