Agent Grey | a.hotchner

ONE

THE BEEPING SOUND OF an alarm wakes Jonas Grey from his deep sleep. With a groan, Jonas reached lazily to his bedside table to hit the alarm clock, but instead knocks it to the ground. The beeping continued.

The young man pushes the covers off his body and stands. He bent down and grabbed his alarm clock and turned it off. He placed the small clock back on the table then lazily walked into his bathroom.

His short and curly hair is messy, he could see the lite drool in the corner of his mouth. Ignoring what he looked like he stripped out of his boxers and turned on his shower, waiting a moment then stepping inside.

Jonas didn't take long and dried off. He got on his black t-shirt and a pair of work pants. As he was getting his shoes on he remembered the call he got last night. How his chief wants to speak with him in regards of a change Jonas wants to make.

Just as Jonas was about to head to the kitchen he looks on his dresser. The silver chain catches his attention. He grabs it, watching as the ring slides. Jonas smiles lightly and clips it on before heading out.

After grabbing a simple breakfast bar and a ice coffee drink from his car he gets inside his SUV and drives off.

When he arrived at FBI headquarters he pulled into his parking spot and grabbed his badge. He could feel himself getting nervous but shakes it off before he gets out of his car. He paid no mind to anyone, knowing his Chief doesn't want to be kept waiting.

"Agent Grey." Someone says in a monotone voice. Jonas stiffens up a bit, his arms falling at his sides.

"Sir," Jonas says. Samuel Turret is his Chief, he's the one who looked over his proposal, he's the one who is about to tell him the answer.

"You want a transfer?" Samuel questions as he gestures to one of the chairs in front of his large desk. Jonas nods a bit, letting his legs take him to the chair. He sits then answeres.

"Yes, sir."

"Any reason?" Samuel questions. Jonas bites his lip a bit, catching it between his teeth before letting go.

"I love this job," Jonas tells him, "I love what I do. I love my team. I. . . I just want to see what else I can do."

"So," Samuel leans more on his desk. Jonas sits up straighter, waiting for the next words. "Your transfer has been aproved. You don't have to make it official yet, they are giving you a week to finalize your decision once they put you on a team."

Jonas smiles, his pearly whites shining against his lips.

"Thank you sir."

A/N:

Bad start but here it is. Also heres some information on Jonas.

He works (well, worked) in the Hostage Rescue Team (HRT) which he is a trained sniper.

I am doing little research on it but that is what he is before he becomes a profiler.

Anyways, enjoy~