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❝ In order to learn the most important lessons in life, one must each day surmount a fear. ❞
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Walking into the BAU today, you looked so rough. After that argument with Hotch, you drove back to your place and cried for hours while munching on chocolate ice-cream. And also snuggling with your cat.
"Hey there hot stuff you look terrible!" Morgan says as he walks to your desk.
You look up to him, his pearly whites showing. "Thanks Morgan." You say chuckling.
"What happened?" He asks, more sincere this time.
Avoiding eye-contact, "Nothing. Didn't get any sleep."
He nods, taking a sip of his usual coffee. Your whole body ached as he walked away. You were freezing, and still sore from previous events, although it has almost been 3 days..
As you walk over to the coffee maker, Emily walks up to you. She parts her lips, gulping down her tea.
"Y/n." She says, getting your attention.
"Oh sorry." You say, stirring your mug. She cocks her head to the side, observing every inch of you.
"What's that?" She asks, pointing her finger towards your neck.
You almost spit out your drink. The Hickeys. You forgot to cover them up.
"Is this why you've been acting weird? Oh my God. Are you pregnant?" She asks as her eyes widen.
"No, Emily, no I'm not." You say, reassuring her.
"So who is he? Or she?" She asks, winking at you. Smiling at her, you quickly clear your throat, looking at the ground. "It was nothing. It was a onetime thing. And it was also a mistake, it never meant to happen." You say, biting down on the inside of your cheek.
Licking her lips, "Damn, you're making it sound like you slept with Hotch."
Your eyebrows reach your hairline, If only you knew Emily. You quickly readjust yourself. She was a profiler, and would notice your change in behavior.
"Emily! That's so..weird. Hotch is our boss."
"Yeah well..."
"Well?.." You ask, your voice shaking a bit.
"I was just comparing it. But this guy seems like a jerk."
You nod, glancing up at Hotch's office. You notice him looking at you before you glance back down.
"Hey, what's going on between you and boss man anyway?" She asks, looking back and forth from his office to you.
You sigh out, "He was always picking on me, and I snapped at him. I called him an asshole, and questioned his skills as Unit Chief. I'm surprised I still have this job."
