Hello everyone i'm back so here is my latest offering. please read and reveiw. just a question has anyone else had problems logging on to fanfic and other websites trying to work out if it is my comp or the internet or what? anways ignore my internet drama and pls just enjoy the chap. it is a short one but the next few should be longer and the story will be moving along some more after this...
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Chapter 8: Flashback!
"Next" Hotch called out to the waiting room. He glanced at the clock, only two o'clock. He looked over at Gideon and sighed. They had been interviewing people all day and not one passed the requirements. They were too inexperienced or just plain crazy. They had been at this all day yesterday as well.
"Why don't we just give the job to the next person who walks through that door" Gideon joked.
Hotch smiled "Don't tempt me!"
Just then two men entered the room. Hotch looked confused "I assume you're here for the interview" he said addressing the better dressed of the two men.
"Oh I am" replied that man. The other man just dropped his head low and mumbled something about the bins.
The interview started before the bin man left at the door he said bye and no one noticed.
"So" Hotch started "You have served 15 years on the local PD in New York, 10 year in the FBI. Tells us about your work in the FBI so far."
"Well as you said I have done ten years. I started as a training officer for weapon control and use. Then I moved up to serving on a team dealing with crisis situations. I've been doing that for seven years and I am ready for the FBI to notice my other skills and promote me. I did psychology in college, I clearly have the law enforcement angle down and I have done the classes. You would be lucky to have me."
Hotch shot Gideon a look with a raised eyebrow. Gideon nodded.
"Ok thank you for coming in today. We have to interview everyone on our list but we will let you in the coming days." Hotch said and stood up to let the candidate out.
"Are you kidding me? You should be hiring me on the spot. I am the best you have seen so far and will see, why waste your time? When do I start?"
"Ok you want honesty?" Hotch asked. The man nodded. "It is vital to be able function as a part of a team. You have demonstrated no signs of being able to do this. You need to respect other people again you show no sign of that. You have to be able to think on your feet and have field experience on the streets and working with no FBI agents which you lack. Basically not only are you not the best candidate you're probably the worst."
"Well you have just made the biggest mistake of your life" the man declared and stormed out slamming the door behind him.
Hotch collapsed into his chair. Gideon laughed out loud and then caught himself. But when Hotch and Gideon eyes met they both burst out laughing. The people they have to interview, where on earth to do they come from.
"Well that is us for the day. Do we have many more?" Gideon asked.
"Just a few half a day maybe" Hotch said.
THE NEXT DAY
"Well that is all the candidates done. Not one even remotely suitable."
"What a waste of three days. I'll be in my office if you need me." Hotch said as he left the interview room which usually is the debriefing room.
There was a surprise waiting for him when he arrived.
"Oh hi it is Ambassador Prentiss daughter isn't?"
