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chapter no. 017!
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❝ STILL A CRIMINAL. ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
"YOU'RE NOT SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING THIS, RIGHT? HOTCH?" MORGAN ASKED INCREDULOUSLY, HIS BROWN EYES WIDE AS HE LOOKED AROUND AT EVERYONE. Directing his gaze back to the Unit Chief, he raised a brow, waiting for an answer.
Tucking her hair behind her ears, JJ sighed softly as she glanced over at Spencer, who was anxiously tapping his foot. The doctor wanted Hotch to say yes. That much was evident. Cara Valentine had gotten to him somehow; he trusted her quite a bit, and he cared for her more than any of them did. The way the corners of his lips would flicker upwards and how his eyes dilated whenever he saw her were both indicators that he was interested in and felt comfortable in her presence. Everyone had noticed, some more than others.
"Hotch?" Blake called, placing her coffee cup on the conference table.
Hotch backed away from the glass boards and turned to face the rest of the team. His stance was calm and stoic. "Matt Cruz and I have talked. I told him about Valentine and her skills, as well as sent over all the files and documents she gave us at the bunker," he said, crossing his arms.
"And?" Spencer asked, his eyes hopeful.
It was silent as everyone waited for their leader to say the words one of them so desperately wanted to hear.
Spencer promised Cara that he would find a way to get her out of this mess and he was hellbent on ensuring he didn't break it. He was going to save her. All he needed was for the FBI, DOJ, Homeland Security, Virginia State government, Hotch, and Matt Cruz to say yes and let her into the US. The chances of all of them saying yes were very low, but he was holding onto the smallest shred of hope that things would work out in his favor.
