Agent Grey | a.hotchner

FIVE

JONAS KNOWS THAT it's not going to be easy. Especially since he'll be going through profiling classes. He understands why, he doesn't know much and that isn't going to help when he's in the feild. So he agreed with Hotchner and left the office.

Excitement fills his veins as he exits the building, the afternoon air hits his face as he smiles wide. He's becoming a profiler. And it's exciting.

As a reward, Jonas allowed himself to go to a local bakery and get himself a treat. A large, warm cinnamon roll and a coffee. And because he needs to tell Jayson, the owner of the small shop, the news. So he headed over and made sure to bring some extra cash with him.

- - -

Jayson is the last person you would expect to run a bakery. He's heavily muscled, tattooed, and looks like a mafia leader. But Jonas has known Jayson since he was a small, scrawny teenager. They've been good friends for years.

Jonas walked right up to the counter where he finds Jayson taking a order. The blonde chick keeps giving Jayson heart eyes, and it makes Jonas laugh.

"Maybe we can hang out sometime. If your free?" The blonde chick questions, her voice high pitch and annoying. Jayson gives her a thin smile.

"I'll see if my boyfriend will let me." Jayson replies to her. The blonde's face changed so fast Jonas wondered if she was okay. She gives Jayson a disgusted look and walked away, leaving the bakery.

"Does she realize that she paid for food?" Jonas questioned the tattooed man. Jayson smiles and shakes his head.

"This isn't the first time it's happened. Lots of people have that kind of reaction. It's like they missed the large gay flag in the window." Jayson smiles as he begins to put Jonas's order in.

"Usual?"

"You know me." Jonas smiles as he hands over his card. He began to tell Jayson about how he's switching to the BAU, how he's feeling, and how hot he finds his new boss. Jayson laughed as he hands Jonas the large cinimon bun and hot chocolate.

"You got to be joking right?" Jayson questions the male. Jonas sets his items down and rests his arms on the counter.

"No joke. Dark, handsome men are my weakness."

"How old is your boss?"

"Don't know, don't care. He has a pretty face." Jonas laughs a bit. Jayson rolls his eyes. He leans closer to Jonas, his voice low and secretive.

"There's a race tonight. You gonna be there?"

"Hell yes."

- - -

Jonas stands to the side of his car, leaning against it as he eyes everyone around him. It's been a while since he was out with Jayson and Rick, and even longer since he's raced. But he is excited to finally be behind the wheel.

He noticed other drivers he's raced before, and people he's never met. Women roam around in revealing clothing, wanting only a few things from tonight. Unfortunate for them, Jonas wont give them anything.

A engine roars from beside him, Jayson's husband's car, and the men exit with smiles. Jayson rounded the car and stands by his husband.

Andrew is one of the nicest people Jonas has ever met. And Jayson. Both helped him through his crazy ex, through the loss of his parents, they are his best friends. He isn't sure who he would be if it wern't for them.

"Hey, Jonsey!" Andrew says with a small wave to the younger male. Jonas gives him a wave back as he steps away from his Mitsubishi Eclipse GS-T. Yes, he knows its an older car, but it was his fathers, and it still is a fast car.

"Do you want me to shoot you?" Jonas questions the older male, a teasing smile on his lips. Andrew laughed as he pat Jonas on his shoulder as Jayson shakes his head.

"Are you racing?" Andrew questions the blonde. He knows that Jonas hasn't raced in a while, mostly because he can't get cought. Being a FBI employee and whatnot. But. . . it's been so long since he's gotten behind the wheel.

"Maybe. It's been a while." Jonas says truthfully. The three males spent most of their time connecting with some of their other friends, saying hello and sharing stories. Most people knew that Jonas wasn't someone you wanted to mess around with. But sometimes rules get broken.

"Hey, you!" A voice shouts from across the road. Jonas was just talking to a woman who was trying to get him to give her a ride. He denied her with a smile but continued to talk to her. Jayson and Andrew had gone to the bathroom for. . . a quick second.

"Get your hands of my girl, bitch!" The male shouts at Jonas. The woman backs away as the male crosses the road, he's bigger in build, his arms covered in numerous tattoos, and he has murder in his eyes. Jonas puts his hands up lazily, showing he doesn't want any trouble.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?" The male questions Jonas. People now are looking at them, watching quietly. The male gets close to Jonas, but the blonde turned away slightly. The smell of garlic has never made Jonas more nauseous.

The male spits insults at Jonas but all he does is smile. Then Jonas had an idea.

"Wanna race?"

A/n:

God, its been a very long while. Sorry about that.

Anyways, I'll try to keep updating for this but I am making another book. I know, I have a problem. But Orlando Bloom is so beautiful and sexy and. . . well yeah.

Hope you enjoyed this crappy chapter~