when i'm in a room with you,
that missing piece is found,
when you're by my side darling,
nothing can bring us down.
criminal minds fan fiction
grumpy x sunshine
slow burn
friends to lovers
aaron hotchner x oc
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"Keys, purse, phone. What else, what else?" I mumbled as I checked off the items in my bag for what felt like the fifth time that morning.
"Chewing gum?" Emmy asked from where she sat on the kitchen counter, her feet dangling off the edge.
"Good shout." I responded, grabbing a packet, and zipping it inside my bag. I turned to Emmy, exhaling deeply.
"Is this really happening?" I questioned faintly.
She smiled as she jumped off, patting me on the shoulder as she walked pass me, "It sure is."
"Are you sure you will be okay?" I sighed, putting my bag over my shoulder as I ran my fingers through my hair, pulling apart the curls.
"Ada, you don't need to worry, really. Elijah has Colette until 4:00, by then I will be back from school and take over. You may not want to hear this, but we can function without you." She teased, making my nerves settle.
"You're right, okay, I'm going. This is it." I whispered, weaving past the scattered toys and books which engulfed the hallway. I locked the door behind me, double checking it before sliding into the passenger seat of my car, immediately turning on the cool air. July in Virginia was always sweltering.
"You got this, you got this." I mumbled continuously as I drove. My mind racing as I tried to mentally prepare myself for the day ahead, the beginning of my future, "Your future is what you make of it, so make it a good one." I turned left, "I always liked the idea of being in charge of my future, until it actually started happening." I turned right, "There is no fuckin' ice cream in your fuckin' future." I pulled up into the carpark.
"I really need to get a hold of not spurting movie quotes every chance I get." I spoke to myself as I turned off the engine, peering through the window and at the tall building which I guess is my new home until they fire me.
I take a last look in the car mirror, checking that Colette didn't somehow manage to put a sticker on my face before I left. Sighing, I picked up my bag, got out of the car and made the trek up to the sixth floor.
The elevator came to an abrupt stop once the floor level number read six, the doors opening at a record slow pace, slowly unveiling an open corridor, and a set of glass, double doors which read BAU. The Behavioural Analysist Unit. The very place I have been training to reach for the last six years.
I take my first step, my white heels making me known as they clicked rhythmically along the clean floors. I wiped my now sweaty palms discretely down the front of my lavender trousers as I braced the glass doors.
Engulfed by the smell of coffee and the light chatter of voices, a few people looked up from their seat when I walked through. I tried to keep my gaze on my target- Aaron Hotchner's office.
We had not met, not in person anyway. Most of my correspondence was with Erin Strauss, and I had only seen his name being chained into emails a couple of times before.
