Hotch sighs, looking through his office window and out into the bullpen. Strauss is scolding you again, slamming a file down on your desk. You're meekly trying to pacify her, but you're the easiest scapegoat for her personal problems. You won't do anything about it, and she knows that.

You're new, he knows. You've only been here for three or four days. He can see how much you're struggling, being that you're running on coffee and pure fear of annoying Strauss further. You have the illusion that she can do more than she actually can. An illusion that she's given you.

Hotch immediately opens the door and walks in, challenging Strauss directly.

Erin, I thought we were in agreement. If you have a problem with one of my agents, you take it up with me.