Agent Grey | a.hotchner

THREE

JONAS STANDS IN THE firing range, his hand gun extended before him. He moved the clear safety glasses further up his nose. He fires his gun, feeling the force as the bullet hits exactly where he wants it.

"You know that would give you no points, right?" A voice calls from behind him. Jonas set the gun down and removed his headset, turning to the male that spoke. It's James, one of his friends from a different squad. They both went through the program together and have continued to hang out since then. James is his height, six foot and a ½, but appears taller because of his build.

"Would've saved the victim. And killed the unsub."

"Talking like a profiler now, arn't you?"James jokes. Jonas smiles, his cheek bones defined.

"You know too?"

"I think everyone knows." James tells him. "Do you think you're gonna like it? Not being on top of buildings, rifle ready?"

"I don't know." Jonas answers truthfully. "I just want to do something different. You know how I get."

"Well, there will always be a place for you here." James tells his. Jonas smiles lightly as James leaves. When the brown haired male closed the doors Jonas gets his headgear and safety glasses back on. He holds the gun in front of him again. He lines up his shot and fires.

After firing all the bullets Jonas click the button which brings forwards the target. Jonas inspects his shots in the center of the targets chest and the one bullet he shot into the throat of the target.

There's no points where he shot, but he knows human anatomy. He would've hit the jugular vein, which would've killed the target in minutes.

- - -

'Today is the day', Jonas thinks as he stands in the kitchen of his home. He's standing above the stove, looking down at his eggs. He really isn't hungry, but he knows he should eat. So he decided on eggs and some toast.

He couldn't help but feel nervous, as if someone ripped open and shoved a handful of butterflies inside of him. He's about to meet people he's never met, he's about to meet the team he'll be working with for a week.

Jonas takes a breath before he plates his food. He grabbed his crunchy peanut butter and lathered it onto his singular piece of toast. He doesn't bother to sit at the table and seats from a cleared spot on his counter. After he was finished he went back to his bedroom to get his clothes. He felt the need to look at least a little profesional so he decided on a white dress shirt and black dress pants and black shoes. He grabs a blue tie and walks to the mirror. He places the tie on his shirt then removes it, then places it once again.

He threw the tie on his bed and unbuttoned the first two buttons, calling it good. He goes to his dresser where he grabs his keys. But his eyes caught the silver chain with the gold ring. Jonas stares at it for a minute before grabbing it. He smiles lightly, the left corner of his mouth moving upwards. He slips the chain over his head, feeling the cool metal of his neck. He grabs his keys again and heads out of his room.

- - -

Jonas parks his car and steps outside. He grabs his FBI key card. He walks to the door, using it to get inside. He knows the floor number, he knows the name of his boss, he just has no idea what he looks like.

Aaron Hotchner. He repeats the name in his head.
'Agent Hotchner'.

- - -

Derek Morgan stands over by the coffee maker, waiting for it to brew a new batch. As he's waiting he notices as sandy blonde hair male walking off the elevator. Derek can't say he knows everyone, because he doesn't, but he's sure he's never seen the blonde hair male before. As if the blonde knew, he looked at Derek and begins walking towards him.

"Um, can you tell me where Agent Hotchner is?" The blonde questions. Derek, confused, points to the office at the end of the room.

"He's the big one." Derek tells him. "Are you new?"

"Something like that." The blonde responds. "I'm Jonas Grey." The blonde says, sticking out his hand.

"Derek Morgan."

"Thank's again. See you around." The blonde smiles and walks off to where Derek pointed. Derek watches as the blonde walks away. For some reason he's suddenly reminded of Reid.

"Who was that?" JJ questions as she pours herself a cup of coffee.

"Agent Grey. He's looking for Hotch."

"Huh." JJ says as she takes a sip of her coffee.

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