Willow Montgomery has always wanted to help people. It's the whole reason she joined the FBI, but when she gets transferred from sex crimes to the BAU it is nothing like she expected. Especially as she catches the eye of her unit chief.
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Before she died my mother used to say that everything happened for a reason and as long as I had faith everything would turn out okay. I stopped having faith in anything after she died, I was a confused ten year old girl who didn't belong anywhere. The only time I felt like I've truly belonged is when I joined the bureau and even then I had to work my ass off for it.
Well mom what is the reason for this? What is the reason that myself and the team are sat in a hospital waiting room while our colleague, our friend fights for her life?
The last few days have been hell, literal hell. When I joined the FBI I knew that it was dangerous, that agents could lose their lives on every case they went on, but this is different. Ian Doyle is an evil son of a bitch, and he is going to pay for what he has done.
JJ came back from the pentagon to help us find Emily when Doyle took her, she has been talking to the doctors trying to get us an update. I felt useless, still not being allowed back in the field I was forced to stay at quantico and do nothing.
I've experienced loss before, but the way my stomach dropped when JJ came back into the waiting room, it felt like I was ten years old again.
"She never made it off the table," ~~~ One month later
"Oh fuck!" I moan as I ride agent Hotchners dick like my life depended on it. This has been happening a lot, it's almost like we are fucking just so we don't have to talk about our grief, not that I'm complaining, orgasms make me feel happy and satisfied not depressed over losing a friend. Things between me and Aaron are good, I've even spent time with him and Jack together but we still haven't defined our relationship. Why hasn't he clarified what we are? He hates things being unclear just as much as I do, he once suggested for me to work on my handwriting skills cause he couldn't read my writing.
It just feels right having his cock buried inside me, filling me perfectly like it was made for me. Going one day without having him inside me or in my mouth almost drives me to madness. He flips me over on my back with ease kissing me deeply, his hips thrust faster causing me to moan like a pornstar, I'm so close I can sense my orgasm coming towards me like a train. "I- I'm, oh fuck please!" I pull him closer to me as I reach my high. Two seconds later Aaron finishes inside of me and it is one of the hottest things I have ever seen, fuck this man is a piece of art.
He collapses beside me and we both stay in silence looking at the ceiling. It's several minutes before he speaks. "How are you feeling about tomorrow?" He asks pulling me closer. Tomorrow we have to give statements to a ethics and directors panel about what happened with Ian Doyle and how the operation was a bust.
"I have my statement ready but I am not looking forward to reliving that night," anytime I think about Emily's death makes me sick to my stomach, the team hasn't been the same since she died. Derek blames himself, Spencer is distant from us all and Penelope isn't her usual colourful self. It sucks. "So I have a question..."
"Okay, hit me." He says shifting so he is laying on his side facing me with his head resting against his hand.
"Are we in a relationship?" Silence. That's what I get for the longest 10 seconds I've ever experienced. Well that's embarrassing.
"Yes we are." Wow. Ok.
"So you are my boyfriend?" I ask.
"Yes,"
"You aren't going to sleep with anyone else."
"No, and don't I want to,"
"I'm your girlfriend."
"Yes, you are my girlfriend and now I am going to fuck my girlfriend," he states huskily closing the small distance between us. ~~~
The hearing with the board of directors could only be described as a bag of dicks. The board wanted to know everything about Emilys case, our thoughts and reasons about the operation, who came up with the plan and whose fault it was when it went south. I finally had enough when they said how the operation was a waste of funds as we found Emily as dead as a door nail. At the end of it I feel emotionally drained and kind of violated, it sucked. Even Reid reached the end of his patience when a member of the panel told him to calm down and called him agent. "This is calm and it's doctor," iconic.
As I'm heading out of headquarters my phone rings with a number I don't recognise. I haven't been answering unknown calls in fear it's the stalker, I haven't received a note since Emily died, I thought it was over but now numbers I don't recognise keep calling. I don't know why but I answered this one.
"Montgomery,"
"Willow," Ugh.
"Addison, what can I do for you?"
"Archer is cheating on Naomi," Quick context, Archer and Naomi have been sleeping together since he arrived to LA. She even came to Seattle when he had worms in his head, so yeah Archer is an asshole.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I... I have no one to talk to about this Willow, I don't know what to do!"
"Archer is cruel and does things without thinking about anyone else, he is the image of our father Addison and Naomi doesn't deserve what he has done, tell her. I have to go, bye."
I hang up before she can say anything else, she may be ready to start our relationship again but I'm not, she really hurt me and I'm not ready to forgive her yet.
Right now I'm focusing on me. I have a great job and a new boyfriend, even a new house that I bought off Morgan. Despite the death of my friend and a stalker, my life isn't so bad.
