Elizabeth Klein was not your average agent, well... she was barley an agent at all since she'd just received the call back from agent Hotchner basically saying to get her ass out the door and to the office before they changed their minds about selecting her... but he still somehow managed to word it in the sternest, yet classiest way she'd ever heard.
Elizabeth might've only been twenty two, but she somehow weaseled her way through all the petty restrictions or age requirements and found herself staring up at the glass wall keeping her from her dream job.
Just a year ago she was already lead detective in her county, flying through various higher up law enforcement jobs, but now? She finally landed what she thought was the best spot of them all.
An Fbi special agent profiler.
Her heels clacked as she pushed through the door, necks snapping, eyes scanning her up and down, eyebrows furrowing, almost wondering why she was there...
step, step, step, step, step.
And there it was... Aaron Hotchners office... the man who stuck his hand through a pile of needles and somehow saw something different about Elizabeth that somehow landed her here, standing outside his door...
He saw through all the makeup, the heels, the glitz, the glam, the bleach burning through her thick skull...
It's almost like he saw the missing piece to the puzzle, like he could read her mind and see she really was more than just a dumb blonde with a unbelievably impressive resume.
knock knock
"Come in."
