Fleur had finished getting dressed before finally calling Elijah.
"Flo, what's up?" Elijah answered.
"I heard about Blake." Fleur sat down.
"Oh- Yeah." He nodded.
"Why was I the last to know about this?" Fleur sighed.
"Well, in your defense, I didn't get a choice." Elijah shrugged,"She showed up at my place."
"And what happened?"
"Well, she came to see Reid and.. Well, they talked and she just sort of.. Dipped." He answered.
"Dipped. You're trying to match slang with Addy now?' Fleur chuckled.
"..Is it working?" Elijah asked slowly.
"Not at all."
"Damnit."
"What time are we heading into work?" Fleur asked.
"What time do you want to head in? I'm ready for whenever." Elijah hummed.
"Twenty minutes?" Fleur suggested.
"Sounds good to me." He nodded
"See you soon, cherié." Fleur hummed.
"I shall, doll." Elijah smiled.
After a while, Elijah and Reid made their way into the BAU, the lift beginning to close. But Reid shoved his bag in between the doors to keep them open, seeing a woman inside.
"Sorry, hi." Reid nodded to her as they walked in.
"Good morning. Which floor?" She asked.
"Six.. You, too." Elijah blinked.
"Karoke at the Benjamin." Reid recalled.
"Excuse me?" The woman blinked.
"You were singing karaoke at the Benjamin the night it closed." Reid pointed.
"I was. Good memory." She hummed,"Billy Joel might have died a little that night."
"Sadly, he was not the only one. He started us off, but we went on to do a six-song set." Elijah sighed.
"The 80s took a fatal hit, if I remember correctly. Have you seen the place that took over? It's like techno and twerking." She pointed.
"Ah, it's not really my crowd." Reid shook his head.
"What? You two don't twerk?" She chuckled.
Reid furrowed his brow, shaking his head and Elijah shrugged.
"I was.. No, I don't twerk." She shook her head.
That's when the elevator doors opene taht they headed towards their desks with the woman in tow.
"Agent Hotchner's office is the first one at the top of the stairs." Reid pointed.
"Thanks." She nodded.
"Good luck." Reid sighed.
Morgan, Fleur and Garcia were also walking nearby.
"Well, how'd you do last night?" Morgan asked her.
"Three hours again." Garcia sighed.
"Babygirl, you can't function on three hours of sleep." Morgan sighed,"Trust me, we've tried."
"I know, but it's better than the nightmares." Garcia groaned.
"There's gotta be something you can do." Fleur nodded.
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FanfictionFleur Howards was taken on her walk from from school at age 7. Originally from France, she was trafficked across Europe. She was forced into intercourse with older men but also trained to kill. Before she was saved by the FBI at age 17, she had been...
