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Aaron Hotchner, an agent with the FBI, was at a loss for words. He may have been new to the FBI but he wasn't wet behind the ears. He was a member of the bar in Virginia and District of Columbia. He had been a prosecutor and stood before federal judges but now he was feeling like a rookie.
How would he explain to Ambassador Prentiss, whom he had met that very morning, that he just stopped his supervising agent from sexually assaulting her teenage daughter?
He glanced at the girl; she was wringing the towel in her hands. No longer scared, she now looked ashamed. He felt his temper flare, his hand clenching around the telephone handset. He turned away from them, and hung up the phone, stealing a deep breath before addressing the Ambassador.
"Ma'am, Agent Williams was behaving inappropriately towards Miss Prentiss. My supervisor, SSA Grant, is on his way to handle this situation."
There, succinct without giving too many details, he thought.
The mother walked up to her daughter; assessing her. She brought her hand up and lifted the girl's chin up so she could see her eyes, "Are you alright, Emily?"
The girl dropped her eyes to the floor, "I'm fine, Mother. It was nothing."
His temper flared again, "Nothing? Miss Prentiss, he verbally and physically assaulted you. You asked him to stop and he did not. That is not nothing."
Williams muttered again, his tone disgruntled. Aaron wanted to punch him again. That bastard, touching the girl, speaking filth to her.
The Ambassador lean across Miss Prentiss pushing the intercom button behind her. "Edward, can you please come to the kitchen?"
A tinny voice echoed through the intercom, "On my way, Ma'am."
Turning, she stood in front of her daughter, facing the fucker and himself. He waited for her to lash out or stalk forward. Instead, she stood still, her posture perfect, her expression neutral.
The house manager arrived, maybe he was a butler; Aaron didn't understand rich people.
"Edward, would you please escort Agents Williams and Hotchner to your office until Agent Grant arrives."
Her icy tone sent chills up Aaron's spine. Dismissed, he grabbed the bastard out of the chair and pushed him towards the doorway. Edward walked before them, leading the way.
Over his shoulder, he could hear the women whispering in the kitchen.
He shoved Williams forward as they walked through the house towards the small office.
As they went through the doorway, Williams tried to pull himself out of Aaron's grip but was unsuccessful, bouncing lightly off the doorframe. God, Aaron wanted to smash his face into the door.
The butler sat behind his classic cherry desk and indicated that the FBI agents should sit on the chairs in front.
Forcefully, Aaron placed Williams into the chair, ignoring his taunts about getting him fired.
"Am I to understand that you have forgotten our conversation, Special Agent Williams? You are too young to be suffering from dementia. I was quite clear at Christmas that you were to maintain your distance from Emily Prentiss," Edward's voice was calm, detached.
"Fuck you!"
Edward nodded at Williams, "I see, you did forget. Well, I haven't." The butler turned his computer monitor around so they could see the screen. He tapped on his keyboard and pulled up video surveillance of the kitchen.
Grinning, Aaron couldn't stop himself from gloating, "You are going down, Williams."
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A/N: I am amazed at the response to this story - thank you so much for your support! I'm on Tumblr as GoodGodHenry if you want to chat.
