You had zero good intentions when you walked into the bar that night to celebrate the news you had just gotten. What was that news? The Unit Chief for the FBI’s Behaviorial Analysis Unit called to tell you that your application looked strong, stronger than the others, and to show up at 1000 sharp the next morning for case briefings. It wasn’t your critical thinking or common sense that lead you to make these decisions. It was you losing your inhibition and throwing common sense to the wind.

The next morning you wake up on your living room couch and pull a blanket off the naked man on the floor, wrapping it around yourself. ‘This is… humiliating on so many levels,’ you thought to yourself as you stood, chucking a pillow at the man to wake him up. You exchange pleasantries, even flirt a little, and by the time your shower is done, Matt, you’ve learned, is gone.

When you show up at the BAU in record time because you didn’t want to be late, you see everyone else heading to a room with a placard stating ‘Conference Room.’ You head in and take a seat, feeling out of place with these hot shots. Everyone gives you polite smiles when they notice the new body, all but one. Matt tries to hide it when he notices you across the table but his facial expressions, as micro as they are, are readable.

“Wh-“