Time passes too slowly, for her liking.
The tick, tock, of the clock has her mind winding, moving down paths. She shouldn’t be here but the case calls for it, having pulled her fresh from school where she’s been working pursuing, what she ever so moodily called, her passion. Photojournalism had worked until it hadn’t; which seemed to be the way for so many YOUNG HOPEFULS within her class, but, what had gotten her through it all back then had been her then-girlfriend, and then, when that had taken its turn for the worse, her books. But to each devastating ending came new opportunity, and from that, a turn in career.
Why not profile? It came as an innocent suggestion posed by one Betty Cooper after she’d finished up her Jr FBI courses beneath a rather suspicious brother. And why not? After all, she’d always loved true crime and the messiness that came from the mistakes people made without realizing. How HUMAN BEHAVIOUR really did form a pattern, and, how it scratched an eternal itch she’d always had when it came to puzzles. But the courses felt too easy, and, only when they sent them out to farm out petty work did she ever feel, restlessly, alive.
It’s not hard to excel when you love the work, when it’s all you’ve ever read to keep yourself sane. So when an instructor pulls her out to meet Aaron Hothcher, she isn’t wholly surprised; hands slotted into pockets as her eyes dart upwards to meet his own. DRY AS A MOTHERFUCKER, isn’t he, a hand held out to shake as her instructor provides her name, her grades... as if that matters. “Was there an issue with some of the fieldwork that I assisted in, sir?” straight to the point, her tongue razored sharp. “I can’t imagine much other reason you’d be here, otherwise.”
@lesthebecome // aaron hotchner