Revenge.

15.

𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐭 

ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 19ᴛʜ, 2003 

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Sara Winchester paced at the front of a closed door, gathering her thoughts and preparing herself for what she'd see on the other side, for she was currently just an innocent woman with her own hopes and dreams. There were many things going round in her head-- especially the million dollar question of why she was even about to go through with this huge decision in her life, since the response surely would make or break the lady. But one saying pushed itself forward and hovered over everything else like the sun hiding behind all of the clouds;

"In order to fly, you must give up everything that weighs you down."

It was something the woman had read in a book, one that she found in an alleyway on one of the worst days of her lifetime. The book spoke about a young boy who sought adventure. He would take anything cool he found and keep it in a box; his 'box of wonders'. And on his regular Tuesday, he found irregular things- many of them. He collected each item and placed it in his pockets until they were just about full, where he then started putting things in his shoes and then a bag. Finally, he started prancing back home with his goodies, but found one last thing that he just needed. A bright red balloon. Not just a balloon, though, a magical one. One that would take you wherever you wished if you just said the word. So, he yelled "Paris!" as much as he could, knowing that was the one place his eyes wanted to see for themselves. But he went nowhere. Until he began hovering. He felt so close, but all he had to do was fly. And he couldn't. Because he held onto too many things from home. So, the quote came. And for some reason, that book, especially the excerpt, always lived in the back of the woman's mind, making itself clear in this moment. To Sara-- that must've been a sign.

Her pacing suddenly stopped and she reached her hand for the doorknob, watching it turn just as she was completing her deep breath. She had been so ready to make the move, but somebody else did it for her. The owner of the office, Jason Gideon, opened his own door and surprisingly saw her just standing there. To make it stay far from awkward, he smiled, "Sara Winchester." Her name made her lips instinctively part as she gasped, in shock that he even knew her existence since he was a widely known figure. But, he was also a person. She gave a nod. "Sir." He kept the smile on his face, stepping aside to grant her access into the room, which she immediately accepted and stood further into the room. She looked at his decor, amazed at how normal it seemed for such a public.. what was the word? Hero. Her eyes wandered everywhere until she heard the door shut, catching her attention quickly. They landed right back on Gideon, who sat down in his chair and kindly waved her to take a seat aswell.

Now, the two people sat face-to-face with only the table separating them, small tenseness filling the air surrounding them. They could hear the wind breezing from the open window, but ignored it. Sara fidgeted with her fingers under the table and whispered under her breath, "Let go." Gideon's eyebrows lifted as he heard something come from her direction, but not exactly the what. She pushed past her thoughts and finally, after clearing her throat, spoke.

"I want to work for the BAU."

Gideon stared at her blankly, leaving the woman scared out of her mind. Her shoulders tensed, her nail dug into her palm profusely, and her breathing grew quicker with the time moving by. She tried steadying herself by sitting up straight, but it didn't help. Instead, it allowed her leg to begin bouncing lightly, barely being under the man's radar. Speaking of, the man stayed looking the way he was for a good amount of time. He had to think about what to say. And although he didn't know it, this moment would mean just as much as he thought it would. It would make or break Sara Winchester.