Chloe Wallace needs a new start. When she lands in Washington, D.C. she hopes for the best. Finding a new job, meeting new people, and living a normal life away from her abusive ex-husband.
She moves into the Capital Plaza Apartments, right across t...
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CW: Spencer Reid in a strip club.
And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined Cheeks pink in the twinkling lights Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me I'll drink what you think, and I'm high From smoking your jokes all damn night The brink of a wrinkle in time Bittersweet sixteen suddenly - Taylor Swift, "So High School"
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I think I'm the only person at the BAU who genuinely enjoys paperwork.
There's something so meditative about it.
You get into a rhythm.
But I'm having trouble concentrating.
I'm supposed to be pick Chloe up in three hours, and fifteen minutes ago she sent me a text.
CHLOE WALLACE: Can you pick me up at Enchanted? Switched to the day shift for our date, but I'll be done by 5:30! Takes me about half an hour to get everything together and get my tips counted.
I said yes, of course. The National Gallery closes at 5:00, but Rossi helped me pull a few strings, and they agreed to let Chloe and I in for an hour. He wouldn't tell me who he talked to, just that someone who worked there owed him a favor.
So, now I have a private gallery viewing with the woman I have a huge crush on.
Enchanted is about 50 minutes from the BAU offices-- 60 if I take the I-95. Right now, I'm more concerned with traffic times and looking up the best route than I am with getting this paperwork done.
Like I said, I'm having trouble concentrating.
And every time my phone buzzes, I think it's her.
I'm nervous to meet her at work— not because of what she does. Sex work is the oldest profession, and one of the most unprotected. What concerns me is the patronage, but when I looked up Enchanted, I found a woman-owned and woman-run business that prides itself on keeping its dancers protected.
It only made me feel slightly better. Because there's something else gnawing at me.
Her ex-husband.
She let his name slip once after two glasses of wine the other night.
Dean Harrison.
Chloe offered up information on him willingly. He was a Marine for five years before he was dishonorably discharged for beating a superior officer. He has rage issues. He's shallow. Angry. And he beats women. Everything she told me was on his record, along with a few other minor assaults. He never went to prison, and all the charges against him were dropped.
Chloe never filed charges against him, but I found records of police being called to domestic disturbances. The police stated that she was hysterical whenever they got to the house, but didn't really elaborate.
