I raise my eyebrows. "Take a different first impression. Will this help? A first impression tells on what people see in the house, but why do we need mine?" I ask, sighing at his smile. "That's exactly why." He says, and I look at Emily for her expression. "Wow." I say and she laughs at me, "That's Morgan." She says and we all stop and listen on what to do next. "Lets all look at signs of a struggle, its obvious at the victims struggled, but is there anything else." Hotch says. It nearly sounded like a fact. We all begin looking around. I slip on my rubber gloves and begin searching. Only finding blood everywhere, and other unimportant things. By the time the day was over, we knew this case like the back of our hands. Not really... It was frustrating to not know anything, about a guy when he's killing a group of people. When driving back, I drove this time, and I was partnered with Hotch. I was a bit embarrassed, that I was driving with my boss, but I ignore it, and get into the car. I didn't say a word, the reason was because I didn't know what to say. "How are things now?" Hotch finally asks. "At home? My daughter and I living with really close family friend. At work? Man, this case is tough." I say as I turn onto the highway, speeding up slightly. "I'm glad things are better now. It is. I think we'll catch him before his next two kills." He says. "Thanks, that means a lot. I hope so." We finish the ride and go off into our own cars, and drive home. I hurry to Christina's office.
Christina was walking outside, just as I was walking inside. "Sorry about that, we had a long car ride." I say and we both go into her car. "I was just about to call you!" Christina laughs and I sigh. "Glad I made it." I say. She drives into the photo-shoot setting. She begins to tell me all about it, and this was very important. She said not to worry about the clothes, and just to worry about the poses I made. To relax, not to stiffen up. To try my best not to blink, and to realise my emotions. I knew this was important to do in general, so that was a bit important. I change into an almost ridiculous outfit. But I think for a moment, and actually decide it looks okay... I step out and get my makeup done, and even finish that 'task' as well. I step outside, and look at Christina for my directions. "Oh! You look gorgues! Go ahead!" She says and I go and... Pose. Christina gives me small advice, until she tells me to change into another outfit. This one spoke to me. Calm, and natural. I did as my emotions told me too. Thinking about me surroundings, my body, and my face. We needed a few headshots, so we do so, and we were finished after two hours. I go back and get dressed normally. "We have to talk about something." Christina says. "Models have to go on a certain diet, but we're going on for the natural type, so it would be good if you would cut down on the eating. All models have to do it, it's not just you." Christina says. She begins to explain a workout squedual, and diet for me. It seemed really small in my opinion. I stare at her for a moment. She was all serious, but there was something in her eyes... I tilt my head a tiny bit and nod. "So, your going to get these out, and we're good?" I ask. She nods, yes. "Of course! Just remember. Drink lots of water, it's important." She says as we walk into the car. "Your photos were amazing Liz!" She says. "I'm sure we'll have work by even after tomorrow Liz. Nothing to worry about." She says,and by the time we finish talking, I feel sick. "Hey Christina, I'm sorry, I can't go on the diet. I'll eat on the low side, but I can't." I say. Her mouth nearly drops open by surprise. "Why not?" She asks. "I don't want my baby to die." I say. She nods. "That's understandable. Your skinny already. I don't want to make this a health situtation. It's alright." She says. I nod. "Thanks. I would, and I'll still work out and all, it's just I don't want to risk it, you know?" I ask. She nods. "Of course." She smiles as I walk back to my car, and drive home. There was something in Christina's eyes... Something terrible.
