𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
in which, having yet to come to terms with his divorce, aaron hotchner deals with the presence of an impetuous and temptress british spy in his tea...
"I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shade Always comes at the worst time"
- daddy issues, the neighbourhood
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CATHERINE 'KATE' PORTER has lived and died a thousand lives. She has been buried and reincarnated over and over again, bearing one face after another. She's been a call girl, a bimbo, a trophy wife, a baker, and a junkie more than she's ever been herself.
Which brings forth the question, who even is she?
An MI6 Agent. A monster hunter. A vessel to carry out the unspeakable that no normal human being would ever agree to. Because it's the only thing that makes her feel alive; the moments of looking down the barrel of a gun, crimson blood pouring out upon the impact of a hit. All the signs reminded her that she was human, she was alive and she was going to make it everyone's problem.
She was chaos and hellfire in red-bottomed heels and a London accent, with a brilliant fucking brain and a mean aim that could bring down a man thrice her size.
Some claim that joining the covert world of MI6 might've been her saving grace, putting her mind and skills to good use by becoming one of the best spies the country has to offer, while others believe Kate might as well have signed her own death warrant by treading towards the path of losing her last shred of humanity.
