A Criminal Minds x Reader (EDITING-IN-PROCESS)

Chapter Seven

You didn't sleep at all.
"Figures," you say as you shut your alarm clock off. It was seven, which meant two more hours until your interview. Were you really going to go do this? You knew what being an FBI agent cost. That's how you lost your dad ten years ago. Shaking your head to clear your mind, you began your morning routine.
******* 8:30 am******
You sat in the Buerau parking anxiously tapping on the steering wheel. The radio wasn't playing anything good so you decided to switch off the ignition.
"Should I go in?" You kept asking yourself. You should have brought something to occupy yourself, like a book. But who were you kidding? If you brought a book, you would have sat in the parking lot all day reading it.
"Maybe just a couple of more minutes," You tell yourself as you started to relax.
******** Inside the Bureau*****
"What's she doing there? Just sitting there?" Morgan asked. The whole team was peaking out of a side window where the inside was only able to the outside.
"She's nervous. We don't even know if she meets all the credentials," JJ said, looking outside as well.
"Who shows up a half hour early to an interview anyways?" Morgan questioned, as all eyes turned towards Reid.
"Well, besides Reid," Morgan added on to his previous comment.
"Hey, you guys, she's getting out," Reid told the group.
"Is that the girl who punched Reid?" Garcia came up behind the rest of the team.
"Yeah, it is," Morgan chuckled.
"Should we help her find Hotch's office?" Reid offered, causing Morgan to smile at him.
"Pretty boy just wants an excuse to talk to her again," Morgan jokingly slapped Reid's back, earning him a glare from Reid.
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"Excuse me, but could you show me the way to Aaron Hotchner's office? I have an interview," You ask one of the first persons you see.
"ID?" The lady asked.
"Here," you show her your ID as she handed you a visitor's lanyard.
"Just up those steps and his office is the first one. Good luck," the lady seemed pleasantly nice enough.
Making your way towards the office, you didn't see a cable that was laying in your path. As clumsy as you were, you tripped over it but managed to catch your balance.
"Of course," you mumble to yourself.
Finally reaching the door, you gave a soft knock, and heard a voice proceeding you to go in.