"You don't like me, do you?"
"Wow. Nothing gets past you, Sherlock. Do you keep one of those magnifying glasses tucked away in that little vest of yours?"
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Lydia Beowulf works for the Hostage Response T...
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The hot water from the shower head ran over Lydia's shoulders. With beads streaming down her long thin legs. Her fingers combed through her wet hair to make sure she had rinsed out all of the product.
Without hesitation, she turned the knob to turn off the water. As she pulled back the shower curtain, she was met with a gust of chilled air. Immediately reaching for the towel that was flung over the shower curtain rod and wrapping it around her torso for warmth.
Her brown hair dripped water onto her feet and the soft bath mats below them. She stepped in front of the round bathroom mirror and reached for the brush that laid in the bowl of the pedestal sink. Somehow, no matter how hard she tried to balance it, it'd always find its way in there. An occurrence that wouldn't last, as she hoped her next place would have more storage. At least then, her hairbrush wouldn't constantly find its way in the sink bowl.
As she began to rake the brush through her tangled chestnut hair, she heard her phone began to ring from her bedroom. She tightened the towel around her and rushed toward the sound, quickly grabbing it off of the charger and putting it to her ear.
"Beowulf," she answered with a flat tone.
"Well well, look who decided to finally answer." Penelope's sultry voice still held its own, even over the call's connection.
Lydia looked at the clock on the bedside table to check if she was late. 6:30 am. Not late. "Sorry, I was in the shower and didn't hear it ring."
"Showering without me?"
"Pen, you're always welcome in my shower." Lydia played along.
"Lydia Beowulf, you dirty dog!" Penelope gasped, not expecting the response. She always knew she'd find Derek matching her, but didn't think Lydia would.
The brunette smirked, even though her friend couldn't see it. She looked down at the towel wrapped around her torso. "Oh, quite the opposite."
"Well, wolfie, Hotch wants everyone in ASAP. Something with Strauss. So, be on your best behavior." The tech mumbled over the phone suggestively.
Lydia straightened at the nickname, feeling its past inclinations travel down her spine. As she closed her eyes, she thought about every person who had pushed her to the ground and called her the name. Every memory lead to the same answer. Penelope isn't a bully. Their team was built on trust, and she decided to place her bets with Penelope.
