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❝ Love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to. ❞
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You glance behind you, and look back at the man who is hovering over you. "Uh, what's wrong?" You ask, your voice shaky.
"Another body has been found. Get dressed, we're going back to the station." He says, and looks behind you, at the clothes you scattered across the floor. You nod, closing the door on him. Well great.
You pick up a new long sleeve shirt, and throw it over your tank top. Picking up some new slacks, you unzip your skirt and quickly pull the pants up. Throwing your hair into a ponytail, you grab your purse, and rush out the room.
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Walking into the station, you walk over to JJ who offered you a coffee. Coffee at midnight wasn't a good idea, but you were barely awake and coffee always helped you stay awake.
Sitting down at the table, Reid starts babbling about the locations, and how they are related, you just nod in agreement, not listening to anything he is saying.
"Y/n." You hear a deep voice say.
You shoot your eyes up, meeting the confused looks on your co-workers faces, and the grin growing on Morgan's face.
"Oh, sorry." You say before repositioning yourself in your seat, sitting with straight posture now.
"Y/l/n, can I talk to you?" Hotch asks, and you nod. Standing up, he walks to the back waiting for you.
"Yes?" You ask, your voice once again shaky.
"I need to know that you are 100% with us right now. I get that you're tired, but so is everyone else on this team. You do not get special treatment. Everyone else seems to be okay, so I suggest you get your act together." He says, pointing a finger to your chest.
You raise your eyebrows close together, anger flooding over your body. You were so sick of him, and so sick of his shit.
"Look Hotch, my act is always together. I'm always giving my best to this team only for you to turn my work down, and never appreciating it. And when did I ask for special treatment? You always ask me to do the paper work, knowing damn well your other sophisticated agents can do it, but of course I get picked on? What the hell is your problem? I've done nothing wrong to you, and I absolutely love this team and this job, but you being up my ass every second is not pleasant and I'm not enjoying my work." You mutter out. You glance at his clenched jaw knowing you pissed him off.
