Helpless (Aaron Hotchner Fanfic)

Chapter Two

FBI TRAINEE ACADEMY, QUANTICO, VIRGINIA

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"You did real good today baby girl. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks Morgan. I wish my aim would've been a little more on point on that last one, though."

"It's fine. You hit the target. Not straight in the center of the bullseye, but you hit it and that's all that matters. You did amazing."

Morgan watched as his new agent-in-training Melanie Davis attached the block on the end of the gun and holstered it carefully. For the past six months, Morgan had been assigned to run firearms training with her in order for her to complete the final part of the training required to graduate from the FBI Academy. Morgan had to say though that she was the best trainee he had ever seen. It seemed like she was born to do this kind of work and had been working at it for decades, not just a year. Behind her long brown wavy hair and stunning green eyes behind those nerdy pair of glasses, she was a strong-willed young woman ready to take on anything that came her way. Morgan thought back to the day he first met her.

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Morgan's POV

"Morgan, this is Melanie Davis, one of our trainees here at the Academy. Training Agent Shay Smith wanted you to run firearms training with her and test her every month for six months. Do you think you can handle it?"

I sighed and looked over at the older gentleman. He looked more like an annoying butler than a trainer. "You know I can. Psh, you underestimate me? I'm SSA Derek Morgan, the best of them all!" I waved my hand out in front of me and watched as the young girl stifled her laugh. I bet she knew that she was supposed to be serious in this man's presence at all times as much as I knew. I winked her way.

"Well then Agent Morgan. I leave her to you. Good luck." With a click of his butler heels, he strode off towards the double doors leading out to the academy floor, leaving this pretty girl alone with me in the firearms training room. Melanie scoffed.

"He sounds like an annoying butler."

My smile reached my ears. "You took the words right out of my mouth, baby girl. I'm Agent Derek Morgan, but you can call me Morgan since I have a pretty good feeling we'll be good friends." I stuck my hand out and she took it into one of her own soft ones.

"I'm Melanie Davis, as you heard from 'Lord Leo!'" She rolled her eyes. "Seriously that man is a pain in the butt to deal with."

"He sure looks like it," I remarked, staring back out of the door and eyeing Mr. Butler once more. "I like you already. You are a girl who knows how to have a little fun, aren't you?"

"Trust me," she said, sliding her black frames up the bridge of her nose. "I'm not exactly how much fun you think I am."

I was confused a little bit, seeing as she seemed like a great and fun person to be around. But looking at her hands drumming along the side of her thighs and lack of eye contact showed that she was very shy and not a social butterfly but hid it very well. She was a person who observed and tried to be like other people by observing her actions. She seemed social and very polite but she was shy and scared of anyone she met.

"Are you profiling me?" she said, after my long moment of silence. I shook my head out of my thoughts.

"Yes, actually. You are a gorgeous white female between the ages of thirty to thirty five and you like music a lot, from noticing the specific drumming pattern you are doing on your thighs, which is eight on a hand by the way." Her eyes widened in surprise and I started to slowly circle around her.