it wasn’t even 8 a.m. yet and hotch was already having a DIFFICULT morning. he’d been in the office since just past 6 a.m. for an international call that had been coordinated last minute, and had his phone ringing well before SUNRISE. interpol was sending an agent to help with background in the development a profile for a killer who had just emigrated from spain, he’d been assured that the agent was well-trained, knowledgeable, and would be an asset to his team - not a HINDRANCE. they’d need the help if the UNSUB kept to his timeline. for 6 weeks leading up to the first body being found in a washington park, this man had left an ocean of blood and a trail of bodies down the eastern coast of the valencia province. security had called him when the agent arrived, so he’s waiting by the elevator when the door opens. ❝SSA hotchner,❞ he gestures down the hallway, ❝welcome to the behavioral analysis unit, you’ll be working in the briefing room with me to COORDINATE the team in the field. I’ll show you the way.❞ no time is wasted in small talk, maybe they’ll have time for pleasantries after they catch this bastard.
♥ @agentbeyond