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loveme_fearme for a storyline. She wanted to see the actual Hotch/Buffy interrogation. If Hotch sucks, I'm sorry
He was cute in an older guy sort of way and don’t even get her started on that. Or maybe it was just the thing to get her started on. She needed a distraction after all. Or he did. Something very distract-y.
“You know you’re cute. Not that I’m into older guys,” Buffy started. “Okay so who are we kidding? I’m so into older guys but honestly you’re way too young for me. And if you start purpling about my daddy issues, I’ll scream.”
She had been going to say she’d hit him in the face but she was pretty sure there was a law about threatening a federal agent. With three of them here, they were in enough trouble as it was. The FBI agent—Hotchner, she thought he’d said—was giving her the same perplexed look that was often permanently stuck on Giles’ face. Topic matter aside, this conversation was exactly where Buffy wanted it to be. He was trying to connect the pieces of the case with the ramble and make it all fit into some neat psychological puzzle…or at least that’s what she imagined he was trying to do. It was possible he was wondering how someone as dumb as Buffy appeared to be at the moment existed. He scribbled something in his notebook and then looked up at the blonde in question who was currently staring at the ceiling with her head tipped back. He was fairly certain he’d finally deduced something and there was a barely noticeable confidence in his expression.
( How could he even think that??? )
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loveme_fearme for a storyline. She wanted to see the actual Hotch/Buffy interrogation. If Hotch sucks, I'm sorryHe was cute in an older guy sort of way and don’t even get her started on that. Or maybe it was just the thing to get her started on. She needed a distraction after all. Or he did. Something very distract-y.
“You know you’re cute. Not that I’m into older guys,” Buffy started. “Okay so who are we kidding? I’m so into older guys but honestly you’re way too young for me. And if you start purpling about my daddy issues, I’ll scream.”
She had been going to say she’d hit him in the face but she was pretty sure there was a law about threatening a federal agent. With three of them here, they were in enough trouble as it was. The FBI agent—Hotchner, she thought he’d said—was giving her the same perplexed look that was often permanently stuck on Giles’ face. Topic matter aside, this conversation was exactly where Buffy wanted it to be. He was trying to connect the pieces of the case with the ramble and make it all fit into some neat psychological puzzle…or at least that’s what she imagined he was trying to do. It was possible he was wondering how someone as dumb as Buffy appeared to be at the moment existed. He scribbled something in his notebook and then looked up at the blonde in question who was currently staring at the ceiling with her head tipped back. He was fairly certain he’d finally deduced something and there was a barely noticeable confidence in his expression.
( How could he even think that??? )
