"Hotch, why did you drag me here?" I sigh.

"Because I need to work and you have the qualifications to help us on our cases" He said in his business voice.

I walk up to him and sit in front of him. I sit on his desk and put my hands around his neck and pull him closer with my legs.

I pressed my lips against his and slowly brought his hands up to my hips as I pull him closer by wrapping my legs around him.

I had just pulled my hips against him when there was a knock and the door opened.

"OH! OH MY GOD, I'm so sorry" I hear a embarrassed voice behind me.

Aaron had quickly pulled back when the door had opened, and was now rubbing his forehead. I get off the desk and look towards the door, whoever it was had left.

I hear Aaron sigh before picking up a few files from his desk.

"Sorry, Hotch"

"It's fine" He rasps.

Let me make one thing clear, I'm not Hotch's girlfriend. I just like to kiss, suck, and fuck and he lets me. But no strings attached.

As we walk out of his office we make our way into the conference room.

I look over my black long sleeved shirt, jeans, and burgundy converse and nod my head.

Just as we were about to make it in he got a call.

I had just introduced myself to a Derek Morgan, when Hotch came out and told us we were leaving.

I rush into his office to grab my go bag, I had just dumped in on a chair.

"Yeah, I love you, too. I'll talk to you as soon as I can." I hear a blonde finish her phone call.

"What's going on?" A brown haired man comes in.

"Don't know. Just heard we're leaving now."

"There's been a mass sniper shooting in Dallas." I hear Hotch.

"How many victims?" I ask along with another voice.

"Still unclear."

"We don't know much beyond that." I hear the famous, David Rossi, reply along with Hotch.

"Is it a terrorist attack?"

"Well, if it is, they're happening more frequently. First the Boston Marathon, then the cleaver incident in London." Morgan puts in.

"We're also coming upon the 50th anniversary of the assassination of JFK, which also took place in Dallas."

"So we have to consider domestic terrorism." The blonde from earlier adds on.

"Right now we have to consider everything. Garcia, I need a list of all acts of civil unrest in Texas in the last few years." Hotch orders.

"Copy that" she replies.

"Local FBI's on the scene. We'll take the lead when we get there." he concludes as I step into the elevator.

"Be safe." Is the last thing the tech said. I give her a small sad smile seeing her concern. I also laugh inwardly as I realize that she was the one who walked in on Hotch and myself.

I stand close to Hotch as the others are quiet. We're aware, all thinking of what the answer could possibly be. I look around all of Hotch's team and see the young man's eyes trained on me, eyes quickly eyeing my form.

I hide a smirk as I can practically smell his awkwardness.

As we board the plane, I start to hear questions about my presence.

"Who is she?" A brunette asked.

Clearing my throat, I get everyone's attention and take a breath.

"Hello, my name is Katherine Rose, I will be joining you for a while as some sort of intern. Forced by Hotch" I say kicking at his shoe.

"Sit down" is all he says.

I sit down on one end of the couch seeing as the youngest of the group scoots closer to one end.

"So, what are your names?" I ask.

Soon everyone introduced themselves.

"So, JJ" I say pointing to the blonde, and she nods.

"Blake" I point at the brunette.

"and Penelope Garcia is back at base" I finish. They all nod.

"You forgot me" I hear next to me.

I turn to see the tall lanky, brown eyed man sitting to my right and smile.

"Dr. Spencer Reid" I smile putting my hand up. " Sorry, about that"

Soon we are all doing our own things as we wait to arrive.

Turning to my right, I tilt my head as I see the young Doctor staring at his hands.

"So, your that famous, boy genius that Hotch talks about" I say.

His head snaps up to look at me.

"What are you to Hotch?" he asks bluntly.

My mouth drops open. I feel everyone's eyes on me.

I blink once and laugh.

"A very good friend" I chuckle. Everyone turned back to what they were doing and some smirk as they hear Reid stutter.

"Why do you ask?" my voice lower.

"because Garcia told us that she walked in on a sexy female kissing Hotch" he says softly.

"Yeah, I was about to have my way with Hotch" I say, as I can practically hear the others ears extended in my direction. "but, I've always done that, except when he was married, for obvious reasons"

This time he just stares at me. I lean in closer.

"So, do you think what Penelope said was true?" I ask him.

"Wh-what do you mean?" he asks clearing his voice.

"Do you think I'm sexy?" I lift an eyebrow as his hands start to twitch.

"Uh-um"

"Kat leave him alone" I hear Hotch.

I Huff.

"Fine" I pout, and sneak a glance at Reid's red cheeks and smile.

I walk into the station and are quickly informed.

I look around as they start to explain.

0.8 second intervals, 6 Victims, high vantage point, North End of Plaza

"Hotch, I'm going with her" I state when the other agent is sent to the crime scene.

He nods in confirmation.

I walk out and then hear my name being called. I turn around to see that Rossi was coming behind me.

"Sorry, Hotch just sent me with your temporary ID" he said handing me a plastic card.

"Oh, right" I take it and nod my head, "Thanks"

Soon we make it into the crime scene and I meet up with Morgan and JJ.

We were walking around as the agent walked us through.

Morgan had just asked about all the rounds from the guns after stating how a professional would get a hit 98% of the time. I'm looking around when something caught my eye.

I nudge JJ and motion with my chin as my eyes are trained on a bullet lodged in the walls building.

I look across the plaza and see that there is a building that seems to be having work done.

"We might want to check that out" I say loud enough for JJ to gear me.

Soon we are heading up. Once we are in the room my eyes are running all around the room.

I search the windows. I walk into the next room and see the plastic moving with the wind. I walk closer to inspect.

The windows can't open so the plastic shouldn't be moving seeing as the Air conditioning system is off.

I move closer as Morgan steps in.

I puff out my cheeks as I see the clean cut.

"Hey, Chubby Bunny" I hear Morgan tease. "What did you find?"

I just point at the window. He is still inspecting it when the others came in.

"Well then"

xxxxxx

"So, your the General" I ask masking my amusement.

"Yeah, I admit I was once affiliated with the Southern Aryans, but that was a mistake and it was a long time ago." He paused to show his arms. "Look. I even had my tattoos removed."

"Do you know why we're here?" I asked.

"Well, I imagine it's about the murder of that councilman Adrian Clay, which I swear I had no involvement in." He stated profoundly.

"Are you still in contact with members of the Southern Aryans?" JJ asked.

"Ma'am, I'm in prison. My opportunities to, uh, socialize are somewhat limited." He spoke as if she was stupid. I take a slightly bigger breath than normal before letting it out.

"Well, that's not what we heard. Rumor has it you're in charge. In fact, you're still known as The General." Morgan informed him.

"Some folks would like to imbue me with a great deal of power, but it's a mantle I choose not to accept." he said with his updated version of humility.

"So you could call the shots. You just choose not to?" JJ confirms.

"How can I lead when I no longer believe?"

"Huh. All right, Derek, well, we're wasting our time here." JJ says suddenly.

"I just have a few more questions." He says, his voice shifting subtly, as he leaves his hand on hers. I catch on quickly, seeing the sudden discomfort on the man's face.

"No, really, let's just go." JJ presses.

"No, no, hey. Hey. Hold tight." Morgan says placing his hand over hers. "It'll only take a second."

"What do you know about today's events?"

"Today's events?"

"You must have heard about the shooting?" Derek baits him. The General's eyes stay to their hands.

"Enlighten me."

"The assistant D. A. prosecuting you for the murder of the black councilman was killed." JJ spoke up.

"Did you order that hit?" Morgan asked.

"I had nothing to do with it." He shakes his head.

"Because you're not racist anymore?" I speak up, I place my hands on Morgan's shoulder and caress his cheek.

"Mr. Dawson, I can't tell you how impressed I am with you." Morgan stood up and JJ followed. "So I'd like to shake your hand and congratulate you for making such a positive change in your life." Morgan then grabbed his hands and griped them. The General could stand it after a couple seconds before he wrenched his hands out of Morgan's.

"I'd be really careful," Morgan said leaning in and whispering "because somebody might think you still believe."