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chapter no. 020!
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❝ SCREW THAT. ❞ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄
﹙ DECEMBER 11TH, 2013﹚ TWO WEEKS LATER. . .
CARA'S HEAD LEANED AGAINST ONE OF THE JET'S WINDOWS, AND SHE NODDED AT JJ WHEN SHE HANDED HER A FRESH CUP OF COFFEE. It'd taken two days of working at the BAU for Agent Jareau to tell Cara to call her JJ. Just as it had taken two days of working at the BAU for the other agents to stop whispering and staring every time she moved.
The last two weeks had been, in comparison to what her normal used to be, boring.
Not much had happened, for Cara was solely focused on doing her best to fulfill the duties of an F.B.I. agent despite still feeling like she didn't deserve to be there. 'Cause she really didn't.
So far, she believed she'd done the job adroitly. Hotch seemed satisfied with her contributions, and that's all that mattered.
For the majority of the two weeks after her first case, her days were spent dissecting old interrogation footage and pointing out the lies with Rossi, learning profiling techniques from Spencer, and mandatory training exercises Morgan insisted he and JJ run her through.
Fortunately for Cara, all the training exercises were on self-defense, fighting, and firearms— three areas Matthew Campbell and the Jarrod Brothers had already trained her in. Those were also known as the three areas of combat neither Morgan nor JJ expected Cara to not only be proficient in but at an almost mastery level. Due to her previous training, the training exercises were completed much sooner than anticipated. Truthfully, though, Cara believed both Morgan and JJ were more than happy it was over.
