Now if you actually thought this story was over, I'm sorry to inform you, it's not.
This is book Two, of Wake Up. And Wake Up holds a special place in my heart so I couldn't just leave it on such a unsatisfying ending.
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Damon Le'Odair...
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chapter three Who is Damon Michael Le'Odair?
"Damn girl, you're gonna be stronger than me!" Derek called out as he watched Angel run on the treadmill. Angel chuckled as she stopped the the treadmill and looked over at him, sweat dripping down her forehead and her brown hair up in a ponytail. "Yeah?" She asked putting both arms on the handles. "Hell yeah" he walked over to her, looking at the black tank top she was wearing, biting her lip. "Hey, my eyes are up here" she said using two fingers to point to her eyes, taking his sight away from her boobs.
"Good boy" Angel smiled as she got off the treadmill. "Don't push yourself too hard, don't wanna keep out" she said walking to the locker room.
Derek groaned as she walked away. Looking at how her work out shorts hugged her thighs, and how her tank top held up her boobs. She was gorgeous.
Walking into the bullpen after her shower in the locker room, now in black pants and a black button up shirt with heels. She was like Emily but just in a different font.
Angel sat down at her desk as she looked at her computer, turning it on. The first search that popped up was who was Damon Michael Le'Odair.
"Shit, I gotta delete that" she mumbled to herself as she clicked the history.
Hotch walked out of his office to see Angel at her desk, JJ at hers and no sign of Spencer or Derek. He guessed Derek was in the gym, where Angel had just come from and Spencer was getting coffee.
He looked over at Angel. She was clicking her mouse as she looked at her computer screen. She seemed interested in what she was doing, and that intrigued Hotch.
"Everyone, case" he said into the bullpen, as Spencer and Jj walked into the room. "I'll go get Derek" Penelope spoke, going over to the gym.
Angel closed her taps, before getting up and walking to the conference room. Sitting down, she looked down at her phone. She had sent FBI files, and videos to her own personal computer without permission, and that was a big no.
Killian walked out of his apartment, he had just gone for a run with his dog and now it was time just to get out of the house. Walking down the street, he put his keys in his pocket and looked around. He had a lecture tomorrow night, so he liked the spend the day before just to himself.
Killian pulled out a metal small cigarette case and put a cigarette between his lips and lit it before putting the case back into his pocket.
"Hey Killian" he turned to see a man he recognized. "Aaron" he smiled as he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth. "Those are gonna kill you" Hotch shook his head as he walked up to Killian and walked with him into a coffee shop. "I know" he put it out than walked in behind the older man.
