"We need someone who can talk to these people. Someone who is authorized to speak to diplomats."
He had a general idea of what the older men would say next. Looking up with raised eyebrows, Hotch waited. A smirk spread over Dave's face.
"Why don't you just call your girlfriend?" he asked, taking another sip of his cappuccino. Rolling his eyes, Hotch exhaled slowly. He had guessed correctly.
"She is not my girlfriend," he gave back weakly.
The tables have turned, and now it's up to Alexandria Evans to assist the BAU on an active case. What happens when they fly out to New York together? Emotions crash, nerves are tense and Unsubs hopefully get caught.
This is part 2 of the series „And If I Fall, Let Me." - reading the first part „At Your Service" is advisable!
Small updates done on the 6th of June 2022 :)
(Originally posted on AO3 under "sometimesiscribble"!)
"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh.
Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't."
"2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he said. The room was silent still, until you laughed. His eyes looked up at yours in confusion.
"Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist," you questioned.
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