AN: Alright I'm sorry about the delay, for some reason this chapter wasn't working with me, but have no fear now it should (notice the should) be coming out faster! We're getting to the good stuff aka the training. Trust me, I feel for these guys. Sexual Harassment Training is no fun! Don't ask. It's better if you don't. Sooooooo… sit back, relax, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I only own Agent Henderson and the plotline!
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Emily and Aaron sat in the conference room, a smirk on Em's face. Aaron drummed his fingers on the table as he waited for the rest of his team. It was currently 8:07 am and no one was here.
"I'm sorry, Agent Henderson. They must have forgotten. Surely they'll be here soon."
"Yeah, they don't have to normally be here till 9."
The woman in front of him pursed her lips as she set out the packet of information for each person. Emily grabbed it and flipped through the information as Agent Henderson set up the PowerPoint. Aaron watched as she pulled out a folder and a computer.
"Agent Henderson, might I ask approximately how long this session will take?"
"Well Agent Hotchner, most sessions take an hour, but it depends on your team." Aaron sighed and looked at the door. Where the hell were they?
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Dave sipped his coffee laced with alcohol slowly as he sat in his office. He was waiting for Jen to arrive before they started this hell fest known as sexual harassment training. He had a good forty minutes until they had to be in the conference room. Besides, no one else was in the office yet.
Well, scratch that. Hotch was in his office and it looked like the Anderson kid hadn't gone home yet.
"Dave." He was brought out of his thoughts as he looked at the woman standing in his doorway. "What are you doing drinking already? Maybe Dr. Harris was right."
"I'm NOT an alcoholic" Dave growled as he set his mug down. "Where's everyone else?"
JJ shrugged. "How am I supposed to know? I'm not their keeper. We're supposed to be in the conference room at nine. Not a minute later."
"You know what else we could do in the conference room?" Dave said wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. JJ rolled her eyes.
"No."
"Aw, but Jen..."
"No buts, David Rossi."
"What are you guys talking about?" Dave looked over JJ's shoulder at Morgan.
"This sexual harassment training crap we have to sit through." Morgan took a sip of his coffee as he leaned against the doorframe, a smirk on his face.
"I heard you have been through enough of these to be an instructor."
"Well there's also the rumor Dave was the reason these fraternization rules exist" JJ added. Dave huffed at them.
"Here I was thinking you guys were my friends. Where's Reid? And Garcia?"
"Here my wild stallion! Genius was helping me bring my things to my office." Dave pushed out of his chair with a glance at his clock.
"Twenty minutes early. We'll be rewarded" Dave said as she ushered everyone out of his office. "The faster we go, the faster we'll be able to get this done."
"That was what we said about the therapy session too, but that didn't turn out to be the case" Morgan muttered.
"Well really, the therapy session was..."
"Reid, please don't analyze that therapy session. I have not had enough coffee to deal with that."
"Oh my chocolate god of thunder, it wasn't so..." Garcia trailed off as she opened the conference room door. "Bad. Uh oh."
"You're late" Hotch commented. Emily laughed. The others filed in.
"You said nine am sharp" Dave said as he sat next to his best friend. "We're early!"
"I told you eight am, Dave. Eight. An hour before work so we did not have another group therapy fiasco." Hotch eyed his friend wearily. "And you probably should have chosen a different place to sit." Dave rolled his eyes at Hotch's threat.
"Sorry. Well we're here now! So let's begin." Dave smiled at the teacher. "Hello, Agent Henderson. Nice to see you again." The woman rubbed her forehead as she pursed her lips.
"I thought we agreed you would curb your number of sessions, Agent Rossi?" Dave wore a feigned look of innocence.
"I'll have you know this is not my fault." He picked up the packet of information and flipped through it. "I see the program hasn't changed in three years."
"Obviously it's not working" JJ murmured. Dave set the packet back down.
"So let's see the evidence you have against us." Agent Henderson threw down a file folder, a bunch of pictures falling out. They all reached for them, wincing at the various positions they'd been caught in.
"That's not all. I also have numerous reports from various women that Agent Morgan has been harassing them. As well as reports of sexual jokes and pet names within your team. For instance, I heard Technical Analyst Garcia call Agent Morgan and I quote 'my chocolate god of thunder' as they entered the room." Garcia slunk down in her seat. "And I heard from a source that everyone on the team has a nickname."
"It's our way to get through the horrors of this job!" Morgan yelped as he grabbed Garcia's hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.
"Mmm, I see." Agent Henderson pressed a button and the PowerPoint showed up on the screen. "Pay attention. There will be a test at the end."
"Multiple choice?" Reid asked.
"Open note?" Dave asked, a hint of hope in his voice. Agent Henderson shook her head.
"You know better Agent Rossi. It will be a short answer closed note test." The team groaned.
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AN: The poor poor team! A test at the end. I think I might actually make them take the test too. That should be good! Any way thank you all for reading and please let me know what you thought!