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

Chapter Eight

"Honestly!" You shouted as you left Aaron Hotchner's offfice, hopefully for the last time. All heads turned to you but quickly left as you made eye contact with everyone in the Bureau. You were completely irritated, how could he be the boss?
"YN-"
You turned around quickly as you heard your name being called.
"I've never met a more arrogant, self- demeaning man in my life. You have the nerve to- to be that arrogant?" You were completely flustered, the lack of your vocabulary was noticeable. You spent two hours being pounded by ridiculous questions, and by ridiculous you mean, ridiculous.
"Well, you better get used to it. You got the job," Aaron handed you a sealed envelope.
Your confused expression was priceless.
"Am I being punked right now or something? I have to be, because that was no interview. Certainly-"
"Just take the envelope," you jump as you heard Morgan come up behind you.
"Report at six am tomorrow. We have a case," Hotch said as you slowly reached for the envelope.
"What's in the envelope?" You ask.
"An application, more like a little background information assessment. Complete it and bring it with you in the morning," Aaron said as there was slight pause of awkward silence.
"Go ahead and introduce her to the team, Morgan," Aaron said as Morgan's body language got all excited.
"Alright alright. Here's the grand tour. We'll start off with Penelope Garcia. Everyone calls her Garcia and she's the techie of this place," you looked over your shoulder for a cue of help to be rescued from Morgan which made Hotch chuckle.
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The end of the tour completely wore you out.
"Do you have a pop machine around here?" You asked Morgan, a dire doze of caffeine was very much needed.
"Yeah. Just right over there. See you at six," Morgan said as he left you alone.
"Yeah, see you," You say to no one as you head to the pop machine. Digging in your purse for quarters, you pushed on your favorite soda and waited for it to come.
"Seriously?" You say kicking the machine. It was jammed.
"Take it easy there," You recognized the man, David Rossi, one of your soon to be colleagues.
You watched as Rossi simply shake the machine and you were able to retrieve your pop.
"Thanks," you tell him as he nodded.
"You might want to buy a pack of those instead," Rossi advised you. You made a mental note to do that.