Epsiode One: In Name and Blood

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*Trigger warning*Chapter One: Tell Me a Bedtime Story

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*Trigger warning*
Chapter One: Tell Me a Bedtime Story

*Trigger warning*Chapter One: Tell Me a Bedtime Story

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[Gives you hell ~All American Rejects ]

The problem with being a probationary Agent is that not a lot of people care about what you have to say. They certainly don't want to hear your opinions on things and they are mostly higher ranking than you are. The thing about Anya was she didn't care about rank or status. If she felt like she had to say it then she did and she didn't care whose toes she had to step on to say or do whatever it was she was doing. In this case, she was working yet another case with the Behavioral analyst unit, and once again She and Aaron Hotchner were butting heads.

Ever since she started working with this group nine month ago they have always hated each other. At first, she thought it was because she was always a happy person. She never showed any other emotion when it came to the pictures and images, she would mostly frown but few things grossed her out and dead bodies, while they were sad and terrible, didn't gross her out. Recently she found that anything with squishy textures grossed her out.  Normally she would be arguing with Aaron but due to the issues of their last case he wasn't exactly here now and Gideon was nowhere to be found which bothered her cause he was usually the one in charge and was also nice to her. He didn't treat her like a probie who didn't know what she was doing.

Being a probie meant she had to wait an entire year before she would be official so for now, she would join them with cases without a gun. She didn't have a badge either, she mostly just showed her credentials and that would get her into places. She had four more months before she would be an official member of the team and that decision would be based solely on the work she did over the past few months and solely by the man she despised with every ounce of her being.

Anya was walking into the round table room. Her hair was down her back a cute, t shirt tucked into her dark pants and combat boots to match. Her signature locket hanging from her neck. She was sporting some rather new bangs today they weren't real, but no one needed to know that. Figuring she would change them in a week. The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up and sat perfectly on her arms.

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