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Dean kept his voice low when his attention turned Paige. “Nothing like this. And traveling the country with my brother we have seen and heard a lot of things. It’s all so dumbfounding. Usually when we don’t know what something is we’ll look it up, make some calls to try and figure things out. Yet, whatever this is, is preventing us from actually trying to figure it out to take care of it. It’s like an inch that can’t be scratch and I hate it.” Running a hand through his hair. He got the feeling he can be honest with Paige. That she could handle a little more than the average person they came across. “I also hate that this is such a large group of people stuck in one spot. I can’t help but feel we are going to lose more people because it’ll be harder to protect them. To keep them safe.”
Dean hated feeling so helpless. He wasn’t use to feeling like this, it was all unfamiliar to him and he didn’t know how to handle what he was feeling. Dean has spent most of his life in control and always able to figure things out. To be able to solve things. So now that he was stuck in a grocery store with a bunch of strangers, unable to fall back on what he always had done to solve things. Made him want to bash something’s in at the moment. But he knew all too well that he can’t lose his control with so many people around. It could possibly trigger a hysteria among everyone who were already frightened and on edge.
Wetting his lips. “This is going to probably sound silly. How are you right now?”
Part One
You’re new at the FBI headquarters. You were hired last week as a filing clerk and was still getting use to your way around the place. You were ask to drop a folder off before leaving. Which would have been fine if you knew your way around the place. You turn down one of the many corners on the floor slamming into someone. “I’m sorry. Are you ok?”
Taking in the tall man with dark hair and memorizing eyes. “I’m fine thank you. I’m just trying to find….” You look at the sticky note on the Manila folder “A Aaron Hotchner’s office to drop this off before going home. But I’m lost and not sure where his office is exactly.”
Smiling at her. “No need to. I’m him.”
“Seriously?” He nodded yes. “What are the odds of that?” Handing it over. “Well you have a good night sir.”
Looking at his watch. “It’s late and I’m on my way out. Why don’t I walk you to your car.” He offered.
“It’s fine, I don’t want to be a bother to you.”
“It’s not a bother at all.” He told you as you two began your walk to the elevators. “I didn’t catch your name by the way.”
“Oh it’s y/n”.
As you two make your way to your car the talk is light. He mentions he has a son named Jack. While you bring up you moved here from Washington after a bad breakup from a ex-fiancé and needed a change.
From there on out anytime that you two were working late. Hotch would take time walk you to your car. (Leave a comment if you’d like me to continue)
So freaking happy to find out one of my cousins is reading ACOTAR. I now have someone to gush over the books with.
