Beth climbed out of the pool, needing a break after the last lap she swam. While she was sitting on the edge of the pool, she saw him. The man in the suit. He had been there twice before when she was there. She tried her best not to stare, but she couldn't help looking. Considering how handsome he was, probably more than one woman did the same thing.
He moved at a steady but quick pace towards the locker rooms. In a moment he'd be out, wearing swimming trunks and swimming multiple laps in an intense fashion that she recognized as the behavior of someone in training.
She wanted to talk to him, but felt a little hesitant doing it there. Instead she showered and changed back into her street clothes and headed home. Even then he was still on her mind, and although she mentally slapped herself for behaving like a school girl with a crush, she wasn't sorry.
A guy dressed like that is probably an agent, she thought. She knew there were other careers a man might have and wear a suit, but somehow he just gave off the air of an FBI man. Her curiosity was getting stronger and she wondered if her guess was right. It was a long shot, but she opened her laptop and did a search for sporting events in DC. When she came across a listing for an FBI triathlon that February, it just seemed to confirm her initial guess.
The next day, she got dressed for a run. The side pocket of her jacket had one of her business cards. Just in case. It was silly, because so far, she had only seen him at the Y. But, if she was right about the FBI triathlon, he'd have to train in more than swimming. And, on the chance that she did run into him she wanted to be prepared. She had a feeling it would be easier to approach him there, rather than at the Y. And, if fate was kind enough to arrange things, she wanted to be ready.
Author's Note: It seemed the only way to get a positive Beth story was to write it myself. If she came off in a negative light, it's due to lack of skill on my part and not intention. But, I hoped I managed to portray her well. I just wish I felt comfortable attempting a story with actual dialogue between her and Hotch. Also, I've never been in a YMCA, so I tried to be vague, but if I made any obvious errors, please feel free to point them out.