This chapter mostly contains Y/n and Penelope so here's a gif of our queen <3
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Anyone would be able to spot Garcia's nervousness from a mile away. It was evident from her presence; her brows furrowed and you could see that she was biting the inside of her cheek. She kept rubbing her hands against the ends of her dress to flatten it down at her side.
"So whats the plan bossman?" She asks, standing beside her unit chief on the other side of the clear glass that they were usually able to view the unsub from.
It had been a while but she recognized Y/n like she had seen her just yesterday. She still looked the same from college, besides her now more mature looking face and style.
"Be yourself, get her talking so she can let hopefully let her guard down a bit. You are going to have to get personal." Hotch responded, an emphasis on the world personal.
"Oh.." Garcia said, ultimately understanding what he meant.
Hotch gives her the okay, as she opens the steel door, stepping inside the small room.
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"You miss me?" You curiously ask, cocking an eyebrow while retaining a confident smirk to cover how you were truly feeling.
It was the Penelope Garcia, in the blood and flesh. She was dressed in a multi colored dress and it was paired with a bright pink jacket.
She looked very different but yet so similar from bow she used to look like back at college. She still looked gorgeous, but her goth style was only of a memory now. The black dresses, her signature dark red lipstick and knee high black boots were replaced with heels, bright clothing and bright red lipstick.
"No, but we have to talk." She answers as she takes a seat across from you. Her face was serious, as there was little to no emotion shown in her voice and if you had to guess, it was probably a skill she picked up from working with the FBI.
"When did you become a barbie doll?" The words slip from you defensively, as you hoped she got what you were trying to put out. Don't pry.
"Funny, but i'm still me. I just switched up my clothing style." She spoke her voice having the same tone as before
"Don't forget you do switched up teams." You inform her, trying to hold back the hidden anger you had. You hadn't forget that she forgot about you, left you like the friendship meant nothing to her.
You thought she was the one person who would never leave you but that statement turned out to be false. But it was fine, because you were used to being alone. It was now something you thrived in.
"I should have checked up on you after college. I got into a certain...situation, that landed me here." She proceeded; Her pause on 'situation' peaking your interest.
"Do tell me more about this situation Penny, after all the girl I knew, would have never worker for the FBI..." You state simply, shaking your head at your own statement.
"As you may know, I met Shane... Long story short, I went down bad path with him that got me in trouble. Hotch caught me, saw my talent and decided to recruit me to work for them instead of putting me behind bars." She informs you folding her hands on the table in a professional manner.
"Shane. Cute name, but a bad boy persona..." You say out loud—it was more so a thought then a direct response.
"How are you y/n? I mean after your mom passed and all?" She asked—The one question you were secretly begging her not too. Your heart clenched just a bit, a tightness in your chest threatening to form. You swallowed it back down, being the person you are.
"Turns out, my own father just went crazy and killed her. But hey, it is what it is.." You reply letting it only secretly bother you as you roll your eyes at the statement.
"I'm sorry." She says, her face clearly showing she wanted to reach out and comfort you.
"Don't be. It wasn't like you could do something. Or maybe you could have- I don't know, show up maybe?" Your voice now raised slightly.
"Y/n. I didn't think it was for the best. You shut me out, I thought it would be better for us to just go our separate ways." Her voice was now soft and you could see her trying to hold the tears back as they welled up in her eyes.
But you were angry, or were you sad? Everything seemed to be just one blurry line and you hated it. It was like time had stopped and every bad event in your life came rushing towards you in huge waves of emotion. Emotions that you liked to dissociate from. But for some reason now you couldn't.
"You thought it was better?" Your chained hands click against the table from you trying to move. "Did you think it was better when I had to stand by an abusive asshole of a guy that I thought loved me? When my mother and father died in the same day and I had no one! You didn't have to read the letter my dying mother left me... I did..." You yell at that point, the hurt laced inside your voice being easily noticeable.
Just then you felt a single drop fall onto your hand. Looking past Penelope and at the one sided glass you see the trace of the single tear from your right eye.
It had been so long since you cried. The feeling felt foreign, strange, every single word that could possibly describe what was happening.. You shake your head, looking down at your lap so they couldn't see your face; Blinking away any tears that threatened to spill from you. You thought you were acting fucking weak, just like they wanted you too.
Suddenly, the same creaky door opened, breaking your thoughts and causing you head to fly up and see who it was.
"Garcia. We need you out here." His voice came out soft and friendly, that same voice alone did things to you. But in that moment it calmed you; it made you feel warm and even though he was far away from you his presence comforted you.
"Okay." She responded, her voice low almost inaudible. She got up from the uncomfortable chair and walked past him.
His deep dark brown eyes glanced at you before shutting the door. The unforgettable silence filled the room again, as you sat there waiting. You anticipated this. After all, your name wouldn't be Lady A if you weren't known for your intelligence and mysterious ways.
Let the games begin Aaron Hotchner. Because you don't go down without a fight.
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hi everyone, i lowkey put this chapter off because i feel like it's boring. It's also short but hopefully the next few chapters make up for it. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 10k LITERALLY SOBBING BECAUSE I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCHHH !!
