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Chapter Five.

After getting the all clear I was finally able to make it back to the hotel room, my body collapsing on the bed and passing out as soon as my head hit the incredibly plump pillow, well they may not have been that plump but I was far too tired to care. It could have been a pillow case full of bricks for all I know but it didn't matter to me, I was too far gone at that point.

The case was now all tied up and we were back on the plane, I was sitting in the same spot as before – my knees curled under me as I stared out the window lost in a day dream. I could hear Reid and Hotchner speaking about something but I couldn't quite make it out.

"So, what do you think about Clara?" Reid asked, looking at Hotch as he tucked a strand of his shaggy hair behind his ear.

"I don't know what to think of her yet. However, I do think it was careless of her to lower her weapon when there was an armed suspect right in front of her." Hotch didn't look back up at Reid when he spoke, he just continued to scribble notes in his pad.

"Yeah… I don't know what kind of impression she was getting there, possibly her judgement was clouded by her lack of sleep." Reid sank back slightly, his gaze drifting back over to the newbie in the corner. Reid wasn't exactly sure about her either, he knew Morgan seemed fine with her but he gets on with pretty much anybody, Prentiss and Rossi just accepted her because either way she's part of the team and Hotch wouldn't admit to liking her even if he did, he was far to professional.

"Well I'll find out soon enough as I'll be having a conversation with her back at headquarters." The senior agent ended the conversation there, looking at his phone for a brief moment before resuming his writing. Reid just left it, he knew exactly what Hotch was like and he knew that was the end of communication – at least until they came to land.

I sat there for a little while longer, taking out my phone and scrolling through some old photos of my friends in London. I hope I made the right decision by coming here, I messed quite a few things up at home – caused a few arguments with my brother and his wife, I didn't intentionally mean to start them but keeping a lid on my temper is something I can struggle with. It tends to build and build and then it's like I'm a bull in the middle of an arena, I see that one flash of red and I'm gone. I sighed, my eyes raising to look back outside the window – thankfully we were allowed to head home as soon as we landed. I was definitely happy about this although all I'm going home to is tones of brown boxes and an un-made bed. Not exactly living the American dream at the moment. I put my phone back in my pocket and heard the pilot's voice, my eyes instantly looking back out the aircraft to see my new home come into view.

"So how did everyone sleep last night?" Morgan asked, looking at the team. "Because I couldn't get that image out my head for hours." He picked up the baseball off his desk, flicking it in-between each hand as he spoke.

"I didn't sleep to bad surprisingly." Prentiss added, catching the baseball Morgan just threw at her.

"Yesterday's case is a reminder of why I like to stay out of the field, those pictures we're enough for me." Garcia said as she walked past, her take-away cup filled with coffee.

"We wouldn't be able to work without you behind those monitors baby girl." Garcia winked at Morgan and he chuckled, his eyes checking his watch before looking up to the rest of the team. "Where's Davis?"

I ran into the lift, nearly taking out a few people in the process. I don't know why I decided to drive, I've never driven on the wrong side of the road before and my god the whole general system confused the hell out of me! I stood there, my foot tapping against the elevator floor impatiently. "This does not bode well for me..." I whispered, my hand tapping against my leg before the doors of my floor opened and I practically fell out of them. "Crap..." I hissed, stumbling a few feet and crashing into an agent's desk.

"I'm so sorry..." I straightened up their things, making even more of a mess than I did when I crashed into it. It's definitely going to be one of those days.

"Agent Davis, so pleased you could join us." Hotchner's voice rang through the room, my eyes panning up to meet his. "A word in my office. Now." He turned away and the team looked at me briefly before averting their clearly obvious faces of 'you are in so much trouble'. I sighed and dumped my bag on my seat, walking up and into his office.

"Sir?" I stood nervously in the doorway, my fingers twiddling with a small charm on my wrist.

"Shut the door and take a seat." He was behind his giant throne of a desk now and I can honestly say my heart was beating so bloody fast I feel like I've just ran a marathon.

"I'm really sorry I'm late... I got lost, I was struggling with my sat nav – it didn't make any bloody sense and I kept taking the wrong turnings and..."

Hotchner raised his hand, cutting me off – my body falling into the seat as I bit at my lip nervously.

"This isn't about you being late but we will discuss that in a moment." He looked up from his note pad causing me to take a small and rather sharp breath. "Yesterday you made a poor judgement call, lowering your weapon in a dangerous situation like that was a stupid thing to do."

"Sir I..."

"I'm not finished." His tone was blunt and I nodded, my fingers returning to the charm on my wrist. "I allowed you in the field against my better judgement because you told me you'd be fine. What if one of the team were there with you, you would have put them in danger too and I can't allow that to happen."

I licked my lips, releasing a shaky breath. "Sir I would never..."

"You have a good skill of interrupting me when I'm speaking." Hotchner's eyes looked right into mine and I have never wanted to crawl up into a ball and cry this much in my life. It's like being scalded by the head teacher at school but much, much worse. "I'll let this act slide just this once but if you do anything to endanger the team or yourself again – your career in the BAU will be over."

I nodded quickly, waiting a moment to see if it was the right time to speak. I'm guessing it was because he looked as though he was waiting for my answer. "I understand everything you have told me Sir and I will be far more careful in future. I'm very sorry, it was stupid of me to do that and you're right – I did misread the situation." I looked at him and he sat back in his seat, his eyes still on me.

"And if you're ever late for work again..."

"I'll be fired... Got it." I stood and straightened my shirt, my eyes gazing at him hoping this would be the moment he'd let me leave.

"Don't screw this up, what we do here changes people's lives and I need my team giving one hundred percent at all times." Hotchner gestured to the door and I nodded, opening it and walking back toward my desk.

That was a conversation I don't ever want to relive, who knew the guy would be quite so terrifying. I removed my bag off my seat and sat down, brushing my fingers through my hair as I let out a deep breath.

"Everything okay Red?" Morgan asked, throwing the baseball over to Reid who was halfway across the office floor.

"Yeah... Yeah everything's fine."