ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴇʏ~ ᴀᴀʀᴏɴ ʜᴏᴛᴄʜɴᴇʀ

~'I Have An Asshole As A Unit Chief~

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This wasn't quite where I pictured myself, tied to a metal pipe in my undergarments in some pervert/deranged serial killer's basement. But, then again, would anyone? I mean, it's not even like it was my fault this time...well, not exactly. You see, the whole thing is rather confusing, there's a lot I can't even remember. To be fair, that's probably due to the gaping wound in the back of my head, not that I can even feel it anymore. Point is...Uh, I don't know what the point is, so I'll just start at the beginning and maybe it'll come back to me.

My name is Agent Eleanor Grey and I work at the BAU in Quantico. Or I'm about to, let me just actually go back like I said...

The previous year...

I stared at the dark door in front of me, resting the urge to yawn I read the name on the door for the third time. A. Hotchner. Okay, totally the right place. Smile, Ellie. It usually helps. My first day at the BAU had started with me arising from my bed, the bright sun sharply jolting me from my sleep and reminding me of the day to come and the many responsibilities in tow. A takeaway coffee and an apple fueled my body for approximately 30 minutes, my stomach now grumbling in protest due to lack of food. I nervously toyed with the ring on my finger, an unusual habit I had picked up, a strange partner to my stoic confidence. 

My thoughts flurried to the short conversation that had happened just minutes earlier, Strauss's words floating through my head in a confusing tangle of letters, a smile had briefly appeared on her face, yet no hint of an apology to be seen. "I've only just told Hotchner, so don't expect to be welcomed with open arms."  I huffed at the memory, my mind once again mulling over what was to come. Aware that I had been standing here for a while, I raised my hand and balled my fist, careful not to damage a manicured nail, preparing to knock firmly. A few seconds passed, my hands hovering still by the door, waiting to knock again. "Come in." A gruff voice muttered from behind the safety of the door, earning a light sigh from me as I flattened out my shirt and combed my fingers through my loose hair. Head up, utilise the womanly charm you were so gracefully gifted, perhaps even smile like you mean it.

Pushing the door open, I let my arm drop to my side as I strode through the door, my meticulously curled hair swaying gently in time with the light thud of my heels on the carpeted floor. "Hello, I'm Eleanor Grey, I am here to assist in the oncoming cases for awhile." I stated, my eyes finally meeting those of the man before me. Deep brown eyes stared up at me, half hidden by the frown stuck to his rugged features, the man's dark hair falling shortly around his face. The way his head hung slightly and his face flinched, going practically unnoticed, every time his hair brushed his skin made me wonder what he would look like with his hair shorter, as short as he must usually wear it. I raised an eyebrow questioningly as I failed to receive a reply from the man, his eyes widening slightly as he perhaps noticed this small detail and coughed, finally refraining from attempting to glare a hole into my skull.

"Agent Grey... It appears you have been so kindly appointed to this team..." He squinted at me, the slow pace of his sentence making me wonder if it physically pained him to voice those words, his small heart cracking just a little bit. Standing up slowly, the man refrained from introducing himself and coolly dragged his eyes up and down my figure, lingering on some parts more than others, almost as if he was sizing me up. God knows why. I stood still, emerald eyes taking in his expensive suit and firm figure, my heart beating slightly faster as I felt his gaze burn my pale skin. "You understand this is a trail? If I wished, I could make sure you were never offered another job in this building, or even this state. Are we clear?" He said, his comment slicing through the thick air with one fatal blow, yet still not quite true.

 I resisted the urge to smirk at the man's inflated ego, perhaps the largest thing he possessed, and replied slowly, enjoying dragging out my words as my eyes twinkled at his obvious annoyance. "Oh, I understand perfectly, sir." I responded, maintaining our prolonged stare, neither one of us willing to lower ours and back down. Fortunately, we did not need to, the gentle knock doing it for us. "What is it?" The man huffed, straightening as a pretty blonde woman peeked through the door. "We have a case, sir." The blonde announced, sending me a small smile as she disappeared behind the door once more. Regarding me with another cold look, he flared his nostrils slightly and left his desk, striding towards me. "Let's see how useful you are.". My expression nothing short of sour, I turned on my heel and followed his long strides, lacking any indication of any real intention of letting me catch up. 

Walking quickly after him, my heels were muted from the continuous dull carpet, yet they still managed to keep me on my feet as I matched his pace, earning myself judgmental side-eye. Following him into the room, I smiled politely at the faces that stared back at me from a round table, case files strewn about over the shiny surface. Agent Hotchner drew himself up a little taller before announcing why I was here. "This is Agent Eleanor Grey. She's on trial here." He tersely said, before sitting down in an empty seat in the corner of the room like some out-cast teenager. I let my eyes wander over each of the faces seated around the table, dishing out small smiles as they greeted me and I them, my English accent coming on thick. 

The blonde woman I had seen earlier indicated me to an empty seat, her warm expression somewhat comforting in the unfamiliar environment. Glancing at the last man in the room, I faltered, wide eyes meeting his as a wide grin etched itself on my face as I realised the identity of the man. "Rossi?" I muttered disbelievingly, his face lightening up as he registered who I was. "Ellie? It's really you?" Rossi chuckled, enveloping me in an all too familiar bone-crushing hug. "I've missed you old man! How have you been?" I asked, settling back down in my chair, our attention focused on our unexpected reunion. "Fine, fine, what about you? I know it hasn't been the best with uh, well, you know." Rossi muttered, searching my eyes in an attempt to uncover any secrets lurking beneath my lashes. "I'm fine, don't worry, please." I replied quickly, unsettled with the curious eyes watching our exchange. 

Hotchner coughed loudly, snapping the two of us from our short lived conversation, his glare smothering any happiness as he indicated to the blonde lady to start the briefing. Rossi sent me a small smile and shrugged, focusing on the board in front of us as we watched the details of the case spring up. I crossed my arms over my chest, a small, bitter ball of resentment forming in my stomach as I stole a glance at the man behind those very feelings, his dark brown eyes darting across the screen, soaking up information.  A few minutes later the blonde woman finished the briefing, the other team members announcing their thoughts, as did I, smirking slightly as I watched Hotchner scoff at my words, his firm mouth opening as mine closed, the skinny boy beating him to it. 

"Oh, yes, you're probably right, most cases I've seen like this are usually due to the unsub suffering from a psychological break or severe mental health issues, probably because of a major stressor. I think there was a study on the behav-" The awkward kid was cut off by the muscly man speaking over him. "Reid, kid, stop." He laughed, ruffling Reid's hair. I turned to Rossi, asking him what an 'unsub' was. He briefly explained before Hotchner loudly stated we'd be leaving in twenty. "I assume you have a go-bag ready, agent?" Hotchner asked me as he strode out the door, not bothering to wait for an answer. I looked at Rossi again before mouthing "What's his problem?" "Divorce" he mouthed back, laughing as he stood up and showed me out the door after the rest of the team. 

Well, this was going to be painful. It appears I have an asshole as my Unit Chief. At least I'm entitled to unlimited coffee and rides on a private jet. Only in exchange for any personal life of course.

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~ Author's Note~

Hey! What did ya'll think of this first chapter? And how do we think Ellie knows Rossi? Good thing I'm planning on explaining that soon in the next few chapters. Please vote and comment so I can continue this book, as what's the point if no one reads it? Anyway, thanks for getting this far! I also planning on properly editing this soon, so don't worry if the dialogue is flawed or if there are any spelling/ grammar mistakes.

Word count: 1593