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Hotch stared up at her. She stood, back pressed up against the door of his office, wide eyes meeting his like she was as surprised as he was that she was there. Aaron Hotchner stood slowly, his brows dropping from astonished to annoyed almost immediately.
"Whatās wrong?"
"Normally I wouldn't do this and I like to think you know that even though I haven't been here for very long but I really need your help because I don't know what to do anymore and honestly I'm pani-"
"Stop." Her mouth snapped closed. "Take a deep breath. Explain."
Deep shuddering breath in, slow exhale. His brows rose as he gestured to the front of his desk. She inhaled and exhaled again in the time it took for her to stand in front of his desk. She met his dark brown eyes and took yet another deep breath as she handed over the white folder he hadn't noticed clutched to her chest.
"The letter on the top showed up on my desk yesterday and I wasn't going to panic but then this," an envelope clearly filled to the brim with polaroid's, "showed up with my mail today." Her chest was still practically heaving in panicked breaths.
She watched Hotch thumb open the envelope and how his brows furrowed at the images. Images of the newest team member. At the store, getting in the SUVs outside the office, outside of a bar arms wrapped with Garcia, at the market with an arm full of fresh flowers and produce.
Hey so this is an exert of a thing Iāve been working on. Let me know if you like it.
