Trigger Warning:
I wasn't exactly sure if a warning for this was necessary but just in case— mentions struggles of insomnia.
Y/n's POV:
"Our previous employer got promoted so we need someone to complete her prior duties. We would love to have you with us as soon as possible. Would you be able to start tomorrow morning?"
The disciplined man's voice rang through the line. You had already been talking to him for 45 minutes and were now closing your interaction.
"That's perfect. Like I said, I haven't been in DC for that long. I took up a job working at the local library just to support myself and keep me busy temporarily until I could be able to apply for a job in the field. I still haven't completely settled into my new apartment and am still getting used to the new routine but I'm getting more comfortable."
"I completely understand, I apologize for the short notice but we read through your application a couple of weeks ago and you're more than qualified. We know that you used to work as the Public Relations Director for Annapolis, Maryland. That experience should help you greatly with a more professional job such as this one."
"It's no problem. And I hope so, this position has always been a dream of mine. I wanted to master the fundamentals in order to prep myself for the possibility of ever getting hired for this type of job. Thank you so much sir for this opportunity, I can't wait to start."
Your face was beaming with hope and positivity as you were finally accepted to your dream job-- one that you had wanted for a while and worked your ass off to get to.
"Oh yes, we are very impressed with your successes and resume. As we are also ready to have you as a part of the team. See you tomorrow Y/n."
"See you tomorrow sir."
The line went dead and you checked the screen to make sure the call had actually ended.
When you were in the clear, you squealed with excitement as you had finally received some good news this week. That phone call was exactly what you needed-- something to finally take your mind off the horror trailing behind you.
That afternoon, you had gotten a phone call from an unknown number. You picked it up anyway, recalling the eerily familiar area code beginning the number series.
A man had begun speaking on the line asking if the person who had picked up was you. You agreed with slight curiosity as to what did you owe the pleasure to receive this call at an odd hour.
Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner had addressed himself, briefing over your application you had sent in about a couple of months ago, applying for the position of Media and Communications Liaison.
His call had taken you aback but that surprise had quickly developed into this overwhelming feeling of excitement when he had shared that they had accepted your application.
Working for the Behavioral Analysis Unit was always a goal of yours --even with your fantasmic hopes, you never thought in your entire life you would actually get to work for them. But here you are, getting the jump start you desperately needed.
For the past two weeks, you had spent most of your time going shopping. Picking up some new work clothes, getting groceries and appliances for your apartment, and just overall making the empty and cold place into your new home.
Michael hadn't tried to contact you ever since the last phone call he made, and that brought you some relief. With your new upcoming job, you didn't need to have that uneasy feeling mixing with the worry that was already occupying your nerves, affecting your performance in the field. You knew he would always be there in your thoughts, even if you were focusing on other things, he would still be there in the back of your mind.
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contemporary bindings || spencer reid x reader
Hayran Kurgu[SLOW BURN] All you have ever known was the chaotic series of which was deemed as "your life" ever since you were born. And for the first time in that life, you decided to change that. To, for lack of a better term, escape that ghost of you from on...
