Stay With Me A•H

1 - Atelophobia

Atelophobia: The fear of imperfection, the fear of never being good enough.

Maybe that word was the reason you were plastering a smile on your face shaking Agent Hotchner's hand.

"Agent y/l/n nice to finally meet you, please sit." The older man gave a small smile the corners of his mouth barely turning upwards, as he gestured to the chair that sat in front of the large wooden desk.

"Likewise." You replied back finding your place on the seat, watching as the man sat down opening what you could assume was your file.

"I understand you have an interest in the bau." He barely glanced at you before returning his gaze to the paper that lied in front of him.  His eyes scanning over the words as he waited for your response.

You wanted to laugh at his comment and tell him you never planned on working for the bau or the FBI for that matter. This was something that was never a goal of yours. You wanted to become a lawyer more specifically a prosecutor. But this internship was more forced on you by your stepdad who had worked for the FBI for 30 years. He was highly respected and knew many people. Pulling a few strings he managed to get you an internship for the bau.

He insisted it was better suited for you, and you should follow in his footsteps. And you being the people pleaser you were you easily complied, and agreed to take a paid internship for the Bau in hopes to make him happy.

"Yes. Yes, I am." You gave a curt nod placing your left leg over your right. Your hands moving to your pants trying to wipe the sweat that had formed on the palm of your hands, trying to soothe the nerves that filled your body watching as his eyes moved back and forth on the page-turning the page ever so often.

"You have quite an impressive record for being so young." He stated turning to the last page, before completely shutting the file.

"Thank you, sir." You meet his gaze, his hands resting on top of the file linking together.

"Graduated at 16 from high school, then onto your Bachelor's degree majoring in Psychology minoring in criminology. Graduated this past year with a 4.0 GPA correct?" He peeked down at the file before his eyes landed on you once more.

"That's correct."  You shifted in your seat already wanting this to be over, hoping he would see you as unfit and deny you the position.

"You are spoken very highly of, I understand you recently took a temporary position at the New York field office."

Once again you nodded your head waiting for the next question to be thrown at you.

"Why do you believe you'll be an asset to this team?" His eyes burned into yours watching every movement you took. You could tell he was analyzing you seeing if you would freeze at the question. Trying to see if you were quick on your feet and as good as your file stated.

Instantly responding knowing exactly what to say. All the hours of sitting at the counter with your stepdad who threw possible questions the agent would ask you in hopes to prepare you.

The man nodded his head listing intently as the words you had practiced a million times rolled off your tongue. A brief pause occurred after answering the question his eyes moved from yours to the window next to his desk. Below multiple people scurried around the office clutching papers or holding their phones to their ears, while others sat at desks head buried in paperwork.

  Agent Hotchner pushed back his chair standing up, doing the same you were meet with his hand leveled with your chest. "I would like to welcome you to the team agent y/l/n, and I hope you find the opportunities you are looking for in this internship helpful."