You look outside of the big glass window that overlooks a mountain view. You loved the mornings for this reason, the beautiful sunshine overlooking the mountains and the birds chirping.
You get up and check the time, you didn't even bother to check to see if your husband was still here.
He's usually working.
You get up and get dressed, this time actually looking forward to today.
Every day was the same. You got up, got dressed, went grocery shopping, did some cleaning, and made dinner.
Sometimes you were forced to interact with some of your husband's friend's wives. You knew they all talked shit about each other. They weren't exactly the accepting type.
You didn't know what you signed up for when you got married.
He was sweet, kind, and caring but you were a lot younger than him. He expected a housewife. You expected love, not a job.
You didn't want to leave him. Not because he was rich, but because you don't think you could really bring yourself to do so.
You were a broke college by the time you met your husband. He encourage you to drop out and live with him.
Going back to school was a huge decison, your husband thought it was a waste of money. You were studying criminology, psychology, and forensics science. You had a passion for it. Even though you knew your chances of getting in the FBI were slim, you were a young person that dreamed.
Now that dream is becoming a reality.
Though it wasn't very easy, you had to go through multiple training programs. Where you learned what to do in hostage situations, you even learned how to shoot a gun.
You were excited, you were also worried about making a good impression on your teammates.
You had previously met with the supervisor of the BAU unit, Aaron Hotchner or Hotch.
He told you everyone's name and gave you a brief run through of how the team operates. After you got home, you made sure to learn everyone's names.
You went into the bathroom and did your regular routine, doing your skincare and fixing your hair.
After taking a long look at yourself in the mirror, you went out of the bathroom and made your way down the stairs. You walked into the kitchen where your husband was sitting at the kitchen table.
"Have you ate anything? Want me to make you something before work?"
"No, I'll just pick up something on the way."
"I don't know if I'll be home in time for dinner or any other day, I'll be working."
"I still don't understand why you need to work," he gets up from the chair and walks over to you. He hugs you from behind and gives you a kiss on the neck, you turn around and give him a fake smile.
"I've always wanted to do this."
"What if we wanted to have kids or something? You wouldn't be here to take care of them."
"Well, I guess we'll figure it out when the time comes," you reach in the cabinet and grab a granola bar and turn around to lean against the counter.
"Are you really going out like that?"
"You're wearing jeans and a tshirt, maybe you should present yourself better on your first day."
"Oh, yeah. I probably should."
He checks his watch, "I have to go, I'll see you later."
"Bye," you half smile as you watch him walk out of the door and finish your granola bar.
You throw away the wrapper and go into the hallway where your shoes and coats are at the door.
You put on a pair of sneakers and scan the room to make sure you weren't forgetting anything. You put your phone in your pocket and go into the garage where you get into one of the cars.
You check the time, to make sure you weren't going to be late. You were relieved to still have some time.
You grab the remote to open the garage from the glove compartment and open it, drive out and make your way out of your long driveway.
While on the way there, you couldn't stop thinking about the comment he made.
Kids? You weren't even sure if you ever wanted kids.
You were aware of how unhappy you were and you didn't know how long you could last in the marriage, let alone having children with him.
You shrug it off and make your way to the BAU.
You get out of the car and make your way into the building. You remember the way to the floor, because you had been here before. You get in the elevator and press the buttons.
You are met in the elevator with an averagely tall woman. Her hair straight and dark, she's wearing a suit.
You turn to her, "you're Emily Prentiss?"
"Yes, I am. How did you know that?"
"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, I'm new and I'm starting today."
(ik she's married but i didn't want to just put some generic white guy name or something)
"Oh, right. Hotch told us about a new member joining today. I expected someone more.."
"Preppy, I know. I just wanted to keep it casual. You're like one of the only women on the team?"
"Yeah, me and JJ but now you."
"Well, it's nice to meet you too."
The elevator stops at the floor, you both walk together. Emily opens the glass door for you and allows you to enter first.
"Thank you," you smile at her.
You spot Hotch standing against the railing, he walks down the steps and greets you with a handshake.
"Hi, Y/N. Allow me to show you to your desk," Hotch walks you over to a desk across from Emily.
Hotch asks for the team to greet you.
They get up from their desks and walk over to you.
You were kind of nervous.
Hotch points to each of them while saying their name, "this is Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, and JJ." A woman with blonde hair dressed like Ms. Frizzle walks out of a room.
"And that's Penelope Garcia. Everyone this is Y/N Y/L/N."
You shake everyone's hand, "nice to finally meet you all."
"We have a case to solve."
You follow everyone into the conference room with a round table. Everyone sits down at it, you sit at an empty chair.
You were excited to start your first day.
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