Disclaimer: Paget? Do I own Criminal Minds?
Paget: Nope, you wish.
Me: Well, there you have it, I do not own Criminal Minds, it belongs to CBS.
The young brunette stared outside of her window, her vintage patterened curtains matched her bedspread, her eyes closing for just a small second, and took in a deep breath. Her life was changed upside down, her heart clenched as she saw the raindrops on her window, sighing, she brought her knees up to her chest.
Her mind was racing, her breathing picked up, tears threatned to fall and she sniffled and shook her head as she heard a knocking on her door. Quickly wiping her tears, and dried her face, "Come in." she croacked out.
"Sweetie?" An older brunette came in her room, a concerned expression on her face.
"Yes, Emily?" she asked, her eyes not meeting the older bruntte, and sniffled again.
Emily licked her lips and cocked her head to the side, and shifted her weight on one leg, and took one more step inside the room, in just the few weeks the fourteen year old has been there, the room was decorated just of how it was in New York.
New York.
"There is uh pizza, in the kitchen, Toni?" Emily asked, her eyes soft, and put a hand on her shoulder, and winced when she saw Toni flinch and stiffen.
"Avery, its Avery now." Avery said, her voice soft, and looked up at the agent. The agent who saved her life.
Emily sighed, and shook her head. Things were tough, but she was getting towards getting the young brunette to loosen up, and open up. Turning on her heal, she heard the small voice of Avery.
"Thank you, Emily."
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