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prologue ━ cold coffee and stale oreos
❝ the way to Bowie's heart is through cold coffee and stale oreos.❞
''Yes Hotch, I am so sorry on Anastasia's behalf.'' Bowie apologised, her tone sickly sweet as the monotonous man eyed her over the file she handed him. Anastasia had given both Bowie and Agatha quite a fright when she could no longer contain her pent up anger and decided to rid herself of that anger by throwing a chair through the window followed by her ferocious stomping out in the corridor.
Anastasia's short fuse of a temper often lead to Bowie having to file in incident paper work and offering a grovelling apology to Hotch. Which was about twice every week.
''I know you're sorry Bowie, but Anastasia needs to control her temper. We're having to get repair people in every other day.'' Hotch stated upon seeing that it would have to be another window he would have to fix.
Bowie softly sighed, filling the seat that Hotch had previously offered her, ''I know she needs to... but sometimes she can't help it. Don't get me wrong she has no excuse for today's incident but...'' Hotch yet again eyed the brunette, ''no Bowie, it's not fair on you. It is you who comes up here to apologise everytime she does something wrong. Don't make excuses for her, okay?'' Bowie lightly bobbed her head at the question.
''So what's going to happen to Anastasia?'' Bowie questioned, curiousity seeping into her tone.
Hotch huffed out a sigh, ''She'll more than likely have to have a psych evaluation to see if she's fit to go to work and if all goes well she'll have to complete a mandatory 15 sessions of therapy, 20 if she doesn't improve after the 15.''
''Well at least we're getting her the help she needs. She gave me and Agatha quite the fright earlier.'' Bowie smiled.
''I was hoping that you could tell her, you're the only person she'll listen to and I don't want another smashed window on my hands.'' Hotch offered her a smile back.
Bowie could've sworn she felt butterflies swarm her stomach. Like a teenage girl.
''That's fine, I'll do it as soon as I go down... although I may get her a bottle of wine before that and maybe some chocolates.'' Bowie suggested exiting her seat. ''Alcohol tends to make her feel better, don't tell her I told you that.''
The man chuckled to himself as the brunette woman darted out the door, ''thank you again Bowie, I'll be sure to send you something later.'' Emily who had been lingering outside the door joked that, ''the way to Bowie's heart is through cold coffee and stale oreos,'' which received a concerned look off Hotch.
''She drinks cold coffee?'' Hotch quizzed making Emily drop her smile, ''oh no that was a joke. Well it wasn't, but she drinks iced coffee. Not often, she prefers tea.'' Hotch squinted his eyes at the red clad woman. ''It's fine. I was going to send her a small bouquet of sunflowers and a thank you card.''
