AUTHOR'S NOTE BESTIES!!!!!! you all are the best ugh! <3 thank you sooo much for the support! here's a new chapter to start the week :) LOVE YOU!!! also my criminal minds fans! the first chapter is out for our minds entwined, a reverse harem with spencer reid & aaron hotchner! and the second chapter will be out in like five minutes as i write this :) ANYWAY ENJOY CHAPTER NINE xoxo
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Genevieve stood ready to make her way into the station. She'd clawed her way here--graduated top of her class, a prodigy with a keyboard. The job--the one she'd sacrificed sleep, sanity, and maybe a piece of her soul for--was finally within reach.
The weeks had blurred together--a fever dream of late-night study sessions that bled into even later nights at the precinct.
Genvieve, with her unwavering professionalism, had promised herself to maintain clear boundaries--and she did. It wasn't easy. Tim's jaw would often clench, a subtle dance of muscles whenever he caught her in his peripheral vision, and John's gaze would linger a little too long.
Yet, beneath the facade of professionalism there was another layer--one she didn't dare touch. Attraction simmered beneath her skin, a live wire waiting to spark. Tim's laugh, rough and unexpected, sent shivers down her spine. John's intensity--the way he leaned in when they discussed cases--made her pulse race.
As Genevieve crossed the station's threshold, the atmosphere clutched at her with invisible, frenzied fingers. The precinct was a hive of chaos, buzzing with frantic energy. Eyes darted like scared rabbits, wide with the strain. Phones shrieked their demands, keyboards clattered like hail against windows, and the sharp snap of files slamming shut punctuated the air like gunfire. Officers barked orders, their voices rough and ragged.
"What's going on?" she asked, her voice slicing through the turmoil, only to be swallowed by the storm of urgency.
"It's a disaster," came the harried reply from a nearby officer, his hands hovering futilely over the unresponsive keys. "We're locked out. Every system, every file."
