Damon, when he was 11, watched something that changed his life forever. And after "being in" jail for years he gets offered a job at the BAU. But something was always off about Damon. No one knew what.
Maybe it was his hair
Or his clothes
Or the fa...
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chapter thirteen Free Cup Of Coffee
The soft ring of the door bell filled the room as Damon walked in to the coffee shop. Walking to the front. "Hey, can I please get a black coffee?" Damon asked the cashier. "Sure" The lady smiled, she found Damon very attractive. "How much will that be beautiful?" Damon smiled his flirty smile. "5.20" The woman smiled back. "Shit, I don't have my wallet on me" Damon patted all of his pockets. "You know what, it's fine, I'll pay for it" The cashier said with an innocent smile. "Thank you beautiful" Damon smiled watching her write something down on a napkin and handed the napkin along with the coffee to Damon. Damon took both then smiled, before going to sit down.
Damon sat down outside and sipped his coffee and looked at the napkin, there was a phone number. He smirked, folding the napkin and putting it in his pocket.
"End of role-play!" a man shouted as Damon continued to sip his coffee. "Good job Mr. Odair" a tall, older man said, holding a clipboard. "Go to the back room, you can keep your coffee, you've earned it" the man continued. "It's Le'Odair" Damon said, getting up and walking to the back room.
Pushing the back room door open, Damon walked in to see three other people. A man by the name of Connor, the other by the name of Minho and the third by the name of Owen. Minho was the oldest, at the age of 24. Owen being 23 and Connor being 22. At the time, Damon was 17, he was the youngest in the program.
"What did you do kid?" Minho asked, taking a long sip of his coffee. Minho was a tall, muscular, Asian dude. His voice was deep and he seemed like the type of person you'd see in a program like this. He had a military background and was just your typical man that would make girls fell at his feet.
"I flirted" Damon sighed, playing with the napkin. The sound of laughter filled Damon's ears. "You flirted, bullshit" Connor said, mouth open with shocked. No one believed that Damon flirted his way to getting a free coffee.
Connor was also very muscular, most of these men have military backgrounds, Damon being the only one who didn't have a military career. Connor was British, and cocky, too cocky. Connor was tattooed and never really knew when to shut up.
Damon held up the napkin, showing the phone number. "Like I said, I flirted" Damon smirked. "Damn" Owen said quietly.
Owen was skinner but he was in the navy, so he was really strong. Damon probably liked Owen the most out of this little group. He's American, but he was stationed in Russia.
Later that night, Damon knocked on an apartment door. "You came" Elizabeth, the cashier from the role-play earlier, smiled as she opened the door. "I couldn't resist, and you broke the rules so, I had to come" Damon smiled as the brunette let him in. "So you came out of guilt?" Elizabeth asked, closing the door, locking it.
