You were an FBI agent. You walked into the BAU as a replacement for Agent Jareau.
You were met by a man with a smirk.
“Agent Derek Morgan,” he introduced.
“Agent Y/N Y/L/N,” you replied.
“I think I’ll just call you Pretty Lady,” he flirted.
You groaned.
“Not interested,” you said.
You walked passed him to pick up a case.
“But you will be,” he called after you.
As you sat at a desk looking through case files, he walked up to you.
“Roses are red, violets are blue-,” he began.
“Not to a dog,” you interrupted.
“Why don’t you like me?” he asked.
“I’m too busy to like anyone at the moment,” you said, standing.
He followed you into the elevator and you both got in. Halfway down, the elevator shook and came to a stop. The lights shut off.
“of course,” you muttered.
Derek called Hotchner who said he would get you out within the hour.
‘Gives up time to bond,” Derek winked.
“Or time for me to beat the hell out of you,” you replied sweetly.
“You got power,” he said.
“One of my many talents,” you said.
“You like chocolate?” he asked.
“No, i like vegetables,” you said sarcastically.
He laughed and made a surrender gesture with his hands.
“I was just asking,” he said, pulling out a chocolate bar.
He broke it in half and gave you a piece.
You both sat on the elevator floor and ate.
“Thanks,” you said.
“So you like vegetables?” he asked, scrunching his nose.
“No, that’s rabbit food. I eat meat,” you responded.
“Good,” he chuckled.
You noticed that the two of you were getting along.
“You’re not so bad,” you admitted, “Just stop hitting on me. I’m only here for a week and I want to get my work done.”
“I have a feeling it’s going to be a good week,” he smiled.
You rolled your eyes.
“Is this the part where we kiss?” he teased.
The elevator lights came back on and it began to move again. You both stood up.
“Guess not,” you smirked.
This was definitely going to be a good week.
