glamorous storms | criminal minds

2-𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞𝖑𝖑𝖎𝖘

∙𝚂𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟺𝚛𝚍, 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟾∙

"Ignore that morning depression and get out of your bed, Flo."
Florence sighed, as she forced herself to stand up.
As always, Zion was right, even though she would never willingly admit that.
As if they heard her thoughts, she heard a chuckling at the end of the call.

"You know I'm right, you've got a job to go to."
"What I like.. just didn't go?"
"Yeah, I'll hang up now, Tri just came. I'll see you later when you tell me about your day. And don't forget to eat something today, you can't go to work without eating anything."
"I hate you."
"I love you too."

"Oh, and Flo?"
"Yeah?"
"Get a fucking alarm, I have better things to do in the morning."
She only chuckled as a response, to which the signal tone of her phone followed.

Tired and depressed,
she got up and throw herself in clothes, which were appropriate to war in her new job.
It was the actual fbi, so kind of a big deal.
She never thought that this was her future. Well, she guessed that she would've something to with the law, just that she was on the other side of it.
Anyways.

Arriving at the building, she adjusted her suit and walked in.
The first thing she noticed was the atmosphere.

It consumed her with her whole body, ripping her out of this world like a wave of pressure.
It consumed her whole thinking, leaving only the feeling of brutal loneliness.
But at the same time, there was this feeling of... hope.
Belongingness, like a reunited family.

"Miss Hughes?"
She looked up, to the person who walked into her field of vision.

It was a middle-aged white man in a grey suit.
As far as she could remember, the head of the bau personally stood in front of her.
She took a deep breath, before answering.
"Mister.. Hotchner. Hi!"
She gave him her hand, wich he gladly took.
The man looked surprised, as far as she could tell.
Honestly, it was hard reading any emotion from his straight face, so she just guessed.

"Just Hotch.
Welcome to the FBI, should I introduce you to the team?"
She nodded.
"I'd love to, Sir."

She followed him into a large room filled with greg desks and big monitors.
Many people didn't even bother to look up, as the glass door shut close and the two of them walked down the line.
They went straight on, as if a single distraction could cost a human life.
Maybe it does.

She shook her head as she followed Hotch, who walked right into an office at the end of the hall, which she guessed had been his.
Already through the door she could hear the whispers from the team, her new team.

Another breath and this was it.

"Hello everyone, please welcome-"
"Florence!! Hi! I'm Penelope, very excited to meet you!"

Hotch got interrupted by a ray of sunshine, who ran up to hug me.
Surprised by this level of enthusiasm, she embraced the hug with a smile on her face.
I mean, who wouldn't?

"Hey, Babygirl. Let her life long enough to meet us please?"
As a response he only got an eye roll.

He smiled and gave her his hand.
"Derek Morgan. Nice to meet 'ya."

Florence nodded while shaking his hand.
He's got a strong hand grip. His body posture is straight, but tense. He's looking ready for the field work, but so unsure at the same time.

"I'm JJ, pleasure to meet you. This is Emily, and the Italian dude over there is Rossi."
JJ earned an outranged look from the Italian, while the rest of the team laughed out loud.

Even Florence couldn't help a smile, as she also shook JJ's hand.
She nodded to the other two, as they all sat down at the conference table.
Emily switched the whole time her eyes between JJ and me. She looked nervous.
But when her look fell on the woman, her shoulders relaxed. A smile, barely notable, appeared on her face and her eyes lit up.

Rossi on the other hand seemed to judge me. Silently, he watched every one of my moves. Careful, expecting me to make a wrong turn.

The last one of the round was, she presumed, the doctor.
"Spencer Reid, isn't it?"
He nodded, surprised. A little smile formed itself on his cheeks, as he walked over to her.
"Yeah, welcome. I don't shake hands, it's unsanitary you know? It's actually safer-"
"To kiss? We got it, pretty boy." Derek laughed at him and jokingly punched him in the shoulder.
Spencer only smiled at the comment but looked at Florence.

"Right, no problem. Nice to meet y'all. I'm really looking forward to working with the team."
They all responded with similar statements, before Hotch said that they should start the case.

Taking a look at the table, a case file laid in front of every agent.
As Florence opened it, she mentally prepared herself.
This would be the new start in her life, this would be a new opportunity.

She couldn't mess it up, not this time.
But then, all the time in the world couldn't have prepared her for the following images.

Blood, all over the walls.
The murder weapon, laying carelessly next to the victim.

And a word, written with a bloody handwriting.

"HELP."

Well, this promised to be a great start into the new job.