What would the world be like without pain? A world that didn't cause evil. Where the world could be in peace and harmony.
What would the world be without feelings? The constant anger and sadness make everyone human. Yet the shut down of who you fee...
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You went inside the building as Hotch and Prentiss were taking the elevator. You prefer the stairs as you had terrible experiences with elevators, especially the thought of being stuck in one.
"Hey, uh, I will take the stairs if that is fine with you guys," you felt your hands sweaty; you didn't like how much of a coward you were to step inside the elevator and get over it. You rubbed your necked, waiting for a slight approval to go to the stairs.
"Okay, meet us on floor five. We will be waiting for you," Hotch said sternly; typically, he doesn't smile, but you can project that it was a way for him to keep his life professional when it's intended to be. You nod; you knew this building right as you walked in. This building is where you give the books to the Sheriff.
He was basically like a father to you, whereas the single father was single and ready to mingle!
You smiled at all of the workers; they knew you as the "Book Girl" The reputation of having books in your bag or hands and always visiting the Sheriff was enough for everyone to understand why you came to the office so often. You opened the door with the sign saying "Stairs" The stairs were not too wide but not too close together; if you can imagine, someone who could be claustrophobic wouldn't like how small this chunk of the room was was was it would be.
You knew you were breathing heavily with every step of the stairs; you weren't much of a cardio or fitness person. Realistically you can hear the echo of your heavy breathing from the room. You finally reached the stairs' last step, reaching the fifth floor. You feel your heart pumping a bit faster; the way you aren't physical to move is evident as you open the door. Both agents look at you as you try to catch some air. You didn't think that just taking the stair would make it feel like death, but you were so wrong that death could have been nearby.
The two agents opened the door while you were in the back, still trying to catch your breath. You took in the office, the parallel green and white walls with that very office-like desk. You would compare it to that business desk but look at a regular cheap brown desk. The agents turned around as you looked around the office.
"We will talk to the sheriff, but we will be right back," Prentiss gave a small smile to you. You knew the agents had the decency of being professional but with some good-looking features. Hotch and Prentiss started to walk away, trying to find the Sheriff.
As you slowly walked to take in the office kind of room, you slowly drifted your eyes at the employees; you didn't like calling them cops as it would establish a higher ground. More to you would be co-workers, but every status has a title.
Some of the workers caught you, recognizing your presence. You finally looked at the workers with full attention. That was when you realized you do know the place, the place where Sheriff Kendall works. You go to this building to give copies of books, and the fact that Kendall likes Paula makes it very obvious. His eyes are shined whenever you mention Paula's name, the day his eyes dilate with a mention of her. Even though being much older, sometimes you need happiness that is well suited to someone.
