You are a young and educated fbi agent who worked as a profiler in new york for some odd years. it wasn't until a case that risked not only others lives, but your own as well, causing your transfer to the quantico branch. your world takes a turn whe...
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Derek pulled in front of the house where the murders went down, putting the car in park and looking back at you and Spencer.
"We'll meet back here in thirty, maybe less." He said, unlocking the doors and getting out of the car.
You, Emily, and Spencer followed in suit, splitting up in different directions. Emily and Derek heading to the crime scene, and you and Spencer walking over to the house next door.
You walked up to the front door, and knocked on the door, loud enough for the people inside to hear. Stepping back next to Reid, you watched the doorknob turn and open, revealing a white, blonde woman.
"Can I help you?" She spoke in a friendly tone.
Both you and Spencer flashed your badges.
"Hi Mrs. Johnson, My name's Y/N Y/L/N and this is Doctor Spencer Reid. We're with the FBI. I was wondering if we could just come in and ask you a few questions?" You greeted, looking at her. "You were the ones who found the Morales family, right?" You continued, the woman's expression quickly changed as you spoke.
She nodded her head, opening the door all the way for you both to come in.
"It was my husband who found them. God I can't even imagine what he saw." She said, closing the door behind you two.
"Where is your husband now?" Spencer spoke up, tilting his head slightly as he looked at the woman.
"He's just downstairs doing some work, I'll call him up here. Would you two like something to drink? Tea, coffee, water?" She asked, a smile on her face.
"Tea, please." You and Spencer both spoke at the same time, unintentionally, obviously.
The lady just giggled softly and walked into the kitchen.
You two just laughed awkwardly, both blushing and looking away from each other.
You decided to take a look around the area, examining what type of home life these people had. You slowly wandered around the living room, looking at the pictures and decorations on the walls. Your eyes stopped at a family photo.
"They have a kid...husband was in the military as well. Their house is neatly decorated, like any other normal household." You spoke, turning around and crossing your arms.
Spencer looked at you, knowing you were most likely going to add on to what you were saying.
"But...?" He added, shoving his hands in his pockets.
