The Right Swipe (18+)

Chapter 3

Once we arrived on the jet, we waited for Spencer and Morgan who usually came in together, since they lived a few blocks away from each other, and they were, unfortunately, the furthest people from the airfield.

Once we were in the air, we were debriefed on the case and started to build a profile, some of which needed to be left until we could speak to the local police force. We had some time to ourselves as we flew across the country, the flight to Seattle being a few hours long. I grabbed a drink and settled into one of the seats by the window with my book and headphones.

Spencer and Rossi were playing a card game in the adjacent row and Morgan was on the phone to someone down the far end of the jet. Emily and JJ were sharing the table with me, sat opposite and they were talking about something. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying over the engines of the jet and my headphones but I could work out that JJ was the primary speaker and Emily was mostly listening. I finished the next chapter of my book and then opted to listen to a podcast instead. I placed my book back in my bag and opened my phone to play a game while I listened.

A Tinder message from Em came through and I risked a glance at the brunette sitting opposite me. She seemed to be engrossed in her phone but she met my gaze briefly, a smile crossing her face for a moment then, she looked back at her phone.
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Em: You look beautiful. I can't stop thinking about you.
You: Why, thank you, Ma'am
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I watched as Emily shifted in her seat, glaring at me.
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Em: I'd be careful if I were you, or I'll leave you far more flustered than you were in my car, sweet girl.
You: I'm sorry, I'll behave
You: For now ;)
Em: Good girl.
Em: I was hoping that we'd be able to go on a date at some point this week.
Em: But since we've been called on a case, can I take you out when we get back?
You: I would love that, yes please
Em: Fantastic. We'll sort it out on the way back, pinky promise.

I smiled, placing my phone down on the table. Emily's foot brushed against mine under the table. I relaxed against the seat and sipped on my drink. Before long, JJ was waving at me, so I slipped my headphones off. She told me that the pilot announced we were descending down into Seattle. I packed everything into my bag and buckled myself into the seat, just as I felt the plane drop to start the descent.

Once we had landed, we were split into groups to get into the SUVs. I was paired with Emily and JJ, and we all climbed into the car. Emily insisted on driving which I was thankful for. Despite having young children, JJ wasn't the best driver. I sat in the back, letting JJ and Emily talk some more. I was happy to just sit back and listen to them.

We talked about the case as we got closer to the crime scene, Emily asking for my thoughts, as well as JJ's.

Upon seeing the crime scene, we figured that our profile and theories were correct. We took some photos of our own and collected any evidence that we could find and then we headed back to the local police station to set up our evidence and the profile.

A few hours later, Emily sent us to the hotel Garcia had booked to check in and settle down for the night. I unpacked my bag and took my makeup off, tied my hair up and headed down to the hotel bar.

I ordered myself a drink with a double shot, sitting at the corner of the bar as I watched people check in to the hotel, or leave for the night. What I failed to notice was the brunette FBI agent coming down the stairs behind me, and resting her hands on my shoulders.

"Hey beautiful," she murmured, her voice low and husky.

"Hey," I replied, my voice soft. She slid into the seat next to me, ordering herself a drink. We talked for a while, and then she insisted on getting the next round of drinks, despite my protesting that I was more than capable of buying myself a drink.
"Come upstairs with me," she requested, though it came out as more of a command, one I was happy to oblige with. So, I followed her upstairs, making sure to keep hold of my drink and checking that I had my key card with me.