Classified light- a criminal minds fan fiction

A push out of the woods (2)

Cameron sat in the station locker rooms shaking as she put on the dress that the victim had been wearing moments before so that she could look like her as best as possible, it had been cleaned of course but the blood stains on it sent shivers down her spine.

She paused at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was blonde now with a wig glued on that had three inches or so of darker roots left to mimic the girl's.

Her nose piercing was out, her hair was completely different, her outfit was something she wouldn't wear- she looked nothing like herself or who she had become.

She shook her head in the mirror.

Fitting, she thought, I've lost so much of myself it only makes sense that I don't even look like me anymore.

"Don't look so glum, blondes have more fun anyway" a voice joked from the doorway, Cameron turned and saw JJ stood there with the blue contacts for her.

"Are these really necessary? It's going to be dark out- will he even notice?" Cameron sighed, taking out her own contacts in the mirror to put them in.

"Men like these tend to focus on the staples of the appearances to recognise the girls; the hair, the outfit and the eyes. He's too stupid to notice that you don't have the same build and are shorter than her but he'd notice the eyes, sorry" JJ passed the contact case, "wait- do you wear glasses?"

Cameron nodded.

"So you aren't going to be able to see?"

She nodded again, "it'll be a bit fuzzy, but I'll be fine- my prescription isn't too bad."

"You should have told us so we could get you prescription coloured contacts."

"I spent 19 years without glasses or contacts when I needed them, growing up in the Russian mountains doesn't exactly make it easy to see a optometrist" Cameron chuckled, "I'll be fine, I've made my way through the woods being able to see less before."

"You have?" A voice spoke from the door, Cameron turned and saw the outline of Hotch, who she had been avoiding the rest of the day, leaning against it.

"I'll go get your jacket and things" JJ stood up and left, sensing that Hotch wanted to talk to her alone and not wanting to get on his bad side after his blow up earlier.

"This is the women's locker room" Cameron turned from him sharply and went to put in the contacts.

"You don't need to wear them if you aren't comfortable, we'd prefer if you were able to see" he ignored her comment and sat down on the locker room bench in the middle of the room.

"I'm wearing a dead girl's dress, I don't think my comfort is the number one priority anymore" she mumbled with frustration as the contact fell off her finger and she had to try and pop it in again.

There was a long moment of silence as she finished putting the contacts in, her eyes glancing over to Hotch in the mirror who was just watching her with what she assumed was a puzzled expression- although his features were quite blurry now that her own contacts were out and she wouldn't be able to see him as clearly unless she was up close given she was short sighted.

"Did you come in here to just sit in silence and judge me like a gargoyle or did you have something to say because I-" she turned to snap at him.

"I do think you can do this Cameron" his words interrupted before she could start rambling with frustration, she paused and tilted her head in confusion.