A/N Spencer meets his very special person, she´ll get him into trouble, I guess...
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"Come on, honey, you call that angry?" Derek pushed her rough, he tried to provoke Billie.
"I'm not your honey, don´t call me that!" Billie pushed Morgan back.
"That's better, but still not enough for me, Kevin would die of laughter, little girl! You know what happens to little girls who don´t fight back?"
Morgan made Billie pissed, Billie suddenly saw Kevin and felt his hand cupping her breast roughly and how he opened her jeans and how his finger slipped into her. She struck with all her power, she kicked and punched again and again, she screamed, "I´m gonna kill you, you... you asshole, you wanker!"
Morgan let her scream and curse, until she fell on the mat, exhausted. He was amazed, how many cusses this girl knew.
He knelt down next to her, "it's ok, Billie, he can´t hurt you no more, do you hear me? I know, how it feels when you're helpless, I know exactly, Billie."
Billie looked at Derek confused, "You? You know? But you're so, so?"
"Strong? Now I am, back then I wasn´t."
Billie wiped a few tears away. "I'm sorry, how old were you then?"
"A bit younger than you, honey. You´ll forget about Kevin and meet a nice guy, the one you can really trust."
"It´ll be a cold day in hell, when that happens," Billie said demanded and stood up.
"Let's stop playing around. Show he, what I have to do."
Morgan grinned, there was no need to worry about that girl, she was tough one.
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Rosslyn was sitting with Garcia in her techno-universe and thanked her for breakfast.
"Oh, you don´t have to, Chief, is Billie feeling any better?"
"Yes, she has coped quite well, she was lucky."
"Did they arrest the guy?" Reid wanted to know. He had entrenched himself in Garcia´s place.
"Yes, Det. Jones has just called me, the bail was denied, he remains in custody."
Rosslyn's cell phone rang. "Baines? Who? I don´t understand. Florence, is that you? Why are you at the airport and what about Paris? I cannot pick you up, Flo, I have an appointment with my boss."
"I can pick her up, Chief," Reid spontaneously offered.
"Wait," Rose briefly removed the cell from her ear, "This would be great, Spencer. My sister Florence is at Dulles International, she just arrived from Paris."
"I´m gonna find her," Spencer said optimistically.
"Spencer? My sister is a little weird sometimes, don´t be dragged into something, okay?
Sis? I´m gonna send one of my agents, Dr. Reid. No, I´m not kidding, when I call him my agent, see you."
Garcia grinned, "Sisters are great."
Rose laughed, "she one of my younger half-sisters. My mother died when I was as old as Jack. A few years later my father married again."
"And your stepmother is nice?" Garcia asked.
"Marie? Yes. She is a wonderful person, my father made a good choice."
"And so did you," Penelope said. "You could not have found a better man, chief," Garcia embraced Rosslyn spontaneously.
"Hey Garcia, that's my girl," Hotch said from behind the scenes, "Drew is waiting, Rosie. You´re coming?"
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Spencer took Rosslyn´s BMW, he was stuck in traffic on the way to the airport. How did he come up with the idea to pick up the chief´s sister? A sister, the Chief called, 'a bit weird'? Did she mean weird like funny or weird like strange? Spencer had enough time to think before he was finally able to leave the car in the parking lot. Straightway he went to the arrivals hall and looked around. His eyes got stuck on a small brunette, who tripped on the spot. She was accompanied by two huge suitcases and a large cardboard tube. But the most striking clue was her pink-colored shirt. It said 'Fuck Paris'.
"Hi, you are Florence?" he spoke to her on suspicion. "Depends on who´s asking", Flo replied, casting a critical eye on Reid, "Rosie said, she´d sent an agent. I was expecting James Bond not Q", she said this with an innocent glance and a wide southern accent.
Reid shrugged his shoulders, "Well, you'll have to take what you've got, Missy," he replied with the same accent.
Flo laughed, "Florence Evans," she held out her right hand.
"Dr. Spencer Reid," he said and took her hand.
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"The director´s ready for you," Carrie, the receptionist said, opened the door and Rosslyn and Hotch entered William Drew's office. Drew wondered what Baines and Hotchner wanted from him. He had chosen Baines to replace Strauss, because he knew from previous conversations with Hotch that he saw no sense in kissing ass of politicians, instead of chasing real criminals. Politics, however, was an important aspect of the job, and so Rosslyn Baines had good cards. She had already been Assistant Chief in Atlanta, Drew was very satisfied with her and didn´t regret a single moment, bringing her to Quantico. He sincerely hoped, it stayed that way. Drew knew of the difficult relationship between his Unit Chief and the Section Chief. Hotchner didn´t get along very well with Strauss, too, but he only lined up with many others. Baines was popular and well liked, however, in the last three months she was chief, she had already achieved more than Strauss in three years.
"I hope none of you will ask for a transfer," Drew said loudly.
"We would like to avoid that, Director," Rosslyn replied.
"So, what's the problem between you and Agent Hotchner?" Drew looked at his staff, questioningly. After all, what he heard, he expected the temperature slipping down in his office a few degrees, but strangely enough, exactly the opposite happened.
Aaron grabbed Rosslyn´s hand, "we are in love," he dropped the bomb. He and Rose had a long discussion about how they would act in the future. At the end, it was clear. The cards had to be be put on the table. No matter what would mean for the careers of both. Drew opened his "emergency-drawer" and took out a bottle and three glasses.
"Not for me," Rose refused. He filled two glasses two finger-widths with the golden liquid.
"This is serious?"
Rosslyn nodded, "we got to know each other before I took office, and yes, this is serious, we both know, what this probably means for our career."
Drew emptied his glass in one gulp.
"Does this relationship influence the way you work?"
"No," Rose and Hotch said simultaneously.
Drew stood up and walked a few steps across the room. "I would be lying if I´d say I'm thrilled. But I do trust you both in having the professionalism to deal with the situation discreetly."
"Sir?" Hotch asked.
"As long as you don´t act inappropriate, I am willing to tolerate your relationship." Drew said resolute. Rose took a deep breath.
"What did you expect? I cannot afford to kick out two of my most capable employees. Moreover, and this is unofficially, I´m happy for both of you, especially for you, Aaron." A little bit later two very relieved agents left their Director´s office.