The Profilers Daughter

The Profilers Daughter

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Criminal Minds
What happens, when the daughter of profiler Jason Gideon, Jessika Gideon, gets a chance to join the BAU to prove that she can handle the stressing environment of profiling and catching serial killers. While trying to keep up with work, Jess finds herself falling in love with boy genius but can she keep her crush a secret from not only the girls and her team, but her father as well? (So yes I know that I already have this story but I was going nowhere with it and I feel like my writing style has changed a lot since starting it so the old one I will leave up for anyone to read for fun but this one I am starting brand new and going to write better than what I had. So yeah, enjoy!)
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matthewgraygubler
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"Why didn't you wait for backup?" He yelled. "I didn't want him to get away." I said, walking further into the room. "You disobeyed my direct order." He said, still yelling. "Would you have rather me let him get away?" I said, getting louder. Not quite as loud as him. "You could have been shot." He said, still yelling. He took a step closer to me. "I know." "You could have been killed." He said, softer. "I know." I said, almost a whisper. "Your insubordination could have ended in death Catherine." He yelled inches away from my face. "I know." I said, getting louder. "I don't know how you could be so careless." He said, continuing to yell. "I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" He said, yelling. He put his thumb and middle finger on the bridge of his nose. "Hotch, I-" his lips came crashing onto mine.

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