You wouldn’t consider yourself to be the ‘jealous’ type, so to speak. Sure, you’d feel jealousy occasionally, as anyone does, but you believed yourself to be better than that. You swore that you’d never let jealousy get the better of you, and that’s was a promise you upheld.

Of course, until you met the new agent.

Hotch was looking for somebody to fill the gap that JJ left in the team, and everyone was grateful for it, since they all missed her and could probably use a distraction. But, today, Rossi just shows up with some girl from the Academy, whose father was apparently a serial killer who he’d arrested.

Is it just you, or does this thing seem a little weird?

You knew it wasn’t fair to hate the girl— or Agent Seaver, as you suppose you should call her— but you really couldn’t help the way your blood just boiled every time you saw her with Spencer. She stirred up loathing within you to a degree you hadn’t felt since high school.

It was as if all your anger had been caged, and she had somehow stumbled upon the key.

So, now, as you and the team investigate a series of murders in a perfectly cookie-cutter neighborhood, you and Morgan can’t help but talk quietly, or more like gossip, about this new girl, even more so when you and him both volunteer to go walk around the neighborhood, ‘get a feel for the area’ as he’d said.

It’s safe to say not much looking around was getting done, as you both were much more invested in your current conversation. Nothing too interesting ever really happens, so it’s not that bad to be talking this much about her. It’s not that bad, right? Especially not when Garcia mentioned— no surprise, you love that girl to death, but she cannot keep a secret— to you and Morgan that Spencer thinks Seaver, A.K.A the current object of your anger, is pretty.

“You’re jealous,” Morgan points out as you walk on the sidewalk, wearing a grin yet saying it as if it’s clear as day to everyone else but you. Maybe, he’s right. Although, petulantly, you simply don’t want to admit it.