Aurora Frost couldn't believe it. She was staring into the eyes of a handsome young man. She wasn't expecting an audience while she was winding down after her stop at the gym. She just wanted to dance and play a song or two from her favorite play 'The Phantom of the Opera'. But now her cheeks and ears were burning and she was sure that they were noticeable by her neighbor. Aurora couldn't help but closing her curtains to hide behind.
Spencer Reid couldn't believe it. The Beautiful young woman had caught him staring. Even worse was how embarassed she was, first her cheeks and then her ears flushed red. Lastly, she hurriedly closed her curtains to hide from him. Spencer's smile fell almost instantly, why must the 'Reid Effect' haunt him so? Was he so socially awkward that his neighbor now thought he was a peeping tom?
Spencer Reid normally revelled in the way his mind worked, allowing him to make connections others more than likely would have missed. But he loathed it, when it caused him pain, especially socially. For he never had many friends, those that were his friends either didn't last long and or teased him often because he was different. She could have become a friend of his, maybe more he thought. but then the drunken monkey spoke in his head and said Who are you kidding? You probably wouldn't have even spoke to her if given the chance.
Spencer thought great, I am speaking to myself again. Just another reason I am probably going to end up in a sanitarium like my mother. I have conversations in my mind. most people say they have a devil and an angel that try to guide them in life with their decisions. Spencer thought about his voices, one he calls the drunken monkey which is most akin to a devil, telling him to do dangerous, immoral and selfish things. The others, well he didn't want to think about the others, he needed to clear his head. Time to get out of his apartment.
After closing the blinds, Aurora took a long hot shower, hoping to get her handsome, hot neighbor out of her mind. Wait, When did I start thinking of him as hot? Aurora asked herself. Aurora groaned, she did not like where this was leading, she didn't have much experience with guys and the little she did have wasn't good. The guys she seemed to attract were all nice when she first met them but they all eventually showed their true colors when they finally realized she wasn't going to 'put out' as some of the meatheads had so elegantly put it.
After finishing her shower, she dried off and dressed in her lazy clothes, her old military academy sweatshirt, some slightly baggy sweatpants and some mismatching socks. She enjoyed her mismatched socks while at home, because she sure couldn't have them at work. Especially since her new posting was at MCAF (Marine Corps Air Field) Quantico with the HMX-1 (Marine Corps Helicopter Squadron One). She couldn't believe she was not only the first female pilot in the history of the HMX-1 but the youngest as well.
Captain Aurora Frost knew that she probably wouldn't be transporting the President and or Vice President any time soon but she could very well be flying a helicopter in support of the President. She figured she would probably be flying the helicopters that were testing experimental improvements since that was the original origins of the HMX-1. She hoped, maybe even some experimental helicopters. But she would have to wait and see until tomorrow, when she reported for duty at MCAF Quantico.
Aurora then groaned, remembering she would be meeting her superiors for the first time. She knew it was a privilege to be the first in anything, but coming first in anything came at great cost. It meant she wouldn't know what to expect, her superiors wouldn't know what to expect, and her performance with the squadron would pave the way for future female pilots in the HMX-1. If her performance was positive and exemplary, it meant the Corps would start looking into more female pilot candidates in the HMX-1. But if her performance was anything less than positive and or exemplary, the Corps might shelve plans for female integration into the Squadron.
Aurora decided to go over her uniforms to make sure they were perfect for tomorrow and that all of her paperwork was in order. She knew she couldn't afford to make any impression that was less than positive and or outstanding. Aurora decided she needed some music to help her with this task, she went to her entertain center and played her 'Gladiator' Sountrack. Then she started the long, intensive and arduous process of inspecting, ironing, placing her ribbons, polishing her dress shoes and boots to shinier than a spit shine so that she can see her reflection in them, etc.
Spencer got back to his apartment many hours later, in fact it was so late that not a single window was lit up in his apartment building. He set his alarm clock, threw his dirty clothers in his hamper and took a shower. Once out, he slipped on a pair of scrubs as his pajamas and climbed into bed. He needed to get some sleep before heading over to the BAU on the top floor of the building shared with the FBI Academy which was located at MCAF Quantico. Hopefully we don't get a case tomorrow Spencer thought.
Just before closing his eyes to sleep, Spencer checked his watch just as it stroked midnight. The witching hour is upon us, may all your dastardly dreams come true said his drunken monkey as he slowly drifted from consciousness to sleep. Luckily Spencer was thinking about his beautiful neighbor across the courtyard instead of what his drunken monkey said. Spencer was thinking he should try to sneak a peak at his neighbor before leaving for work in the morning.
Author's Note:
I do not have any personal experience in the military. I am going off of information I got through talking with family and friends in the military, reading in books, online etc. So, I apologize if I make any mistakes in my writing.
I have nothing but respect to any and all service members of the armed forces who served honorably whether that be past, present and or future. I do not know whether or not the HMX-1 (yes, it is a real Helicopter squadron in the USMC, they are attached to MCAF Quantico, they are responsible for transporting the president and or vice president of the US when helicopters are involved. The X used to represent experimental, but that was dropped, now it is called Operational Test and Evaluation. )
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I do not know if there are female pilots in the HMX-1 in real life. But in my piece of fiction, Aurora is the first female pilot.