Hey, everyone! So, you should know that I posted this Fanfic two years ago (Holy crap) so the story takes place before Prentiss leaves, somewhere around the middle of season seven or so. The only characters I own are Andy and Ronnie. Hope you enjoy, and remember to review!

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"Please, Andy! I didn't mean it, I swear!"

I know pleading with him won't help, but it doesn't stop me from trying. His hand comes down hard, bruising the arm I had used to block my head. "I sure hope you didn't! You know, I love you, but the way you act sometimes makes it difficult to." I grind my teeth together, refusing to let tears spill over. He turns his back on me. I think he's calming down. "You should your sweatshirt on. You have to go to your new job today, don't you?" He mutters, more to himself than directed at me. He runs his fingers through his dark layered hair, then brushes his long bangs out of his face. It's ninety degrees outside, but I don't argue. I don't want people asking questions about the bruises Andy gives me, or the scars from cuts I have given myself years before.

I pull my simple black sweatshirt on and fix my deep purple, similarly styled, but longer hair. I wear dark skinny jeans and black converse. Hardly professional, but I didn't really have anything better. I sigh and walk out the door, leaving my boyfriend behind for the day. I would have to walk to the FBI headquarters. This is going to be difficult, working with law enforcement, and hiding from them at the same time. I absently think to myself. I tug down on my sleeves, making sure my arms don't show. It takes around twenty minutes for me to walk to my new job site, though I could probably cut that time in half if I ran.

I pull open the glass door and walk inside. The first room almost looks like a doctor's receiving room, complete with a practical looking woman working behind a desk. I walk up to her slowly, not sure of how I should go about introduce myself. "Um, hello." I say uncertainly. She looks up and gives me a polite smile. "May I help you?" I lick my lips, feeling the small holes where my lip piercing used to go. It didn't feel very appropriate for a twenty four year old girl to wear. Then again, I had purple hair, so who was I to say lip piercing were impractical?

"I'm here for a job interview with…" My sentence trails off, and I blink. Oh, God, what was his name? "Aaron…uh…Hotchner! Yes, Aaron Hotchner. I think." Skepticism flits across the lady's face, but she types something in her computer, then returns her gaze to me. "He'll be down shortly. You can take a seat anywhere and wait for him." I give her a curt nod and take a seat in a chair at the very corner of the room. I watch the floor intently, my fingers interlocking and pulling apart nervously. I try to ignore the fact that I am the only one there, aside from the computer lady. Was it possible I was the only one who had been called about the job opening in the infamous BAU Unit?

A minute or so later, a tall man with a grim face enters from a doorway on my left. His gaze travels across the empty room before settling on me. He begins to cross the room until he is by my side. "Are you Ronnie Kensington?" He asks. I nod.

"The Ronnie Kensington transferring from London?" I nod again, my heart sinking when I hear the doubt in his voice. "Not to come off as rude, but I didn't expect you to look like…well…this." He says. "I can assure you, Mister Hotchner, my looks are deceiving. I work hard." He purses his lips in contemplation, then replies slowly, "I am sorry, Miss Kensington, but we don't just hire people off the street, perhaps you can find work in a lower division of the FBI. Thank you for your time."

And with that, he turns to return t the doorway. Panic bubbles up inside and I blurt out without thinking, "Your alarm clock is on the right side of your bed, you woke up late this morning, you're ambidextrous, and you have a young son!"

He stops and turns back to look at me. My hands quickly rise to cover my mouth. "Oh my God, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I'll just be going-" He raises his hand to quiet me. "Explain. Explain how you could possibly know that." My hands drop down to my lap and fiddle with my sleeves. A rush of words spill out of my mouth before I can think.

"The right side of your hair is slightly messier that your left, indicating that you were laying on your right side when you woke up. You didn't brush your hair, your tie is a little bit too loose, your left shoe is double knotted, but your right has only one knot. You seem professional, so you wouldn't show up to work like this if you could help it, showing you were in a rush today. And about your son, your shirt has a smudge of brown marker on the right sleeve, and green on the left, indicating you drew with both hands, though you favor your left hand."

I finish my rambling and look hopefully at him, praying silently that he won't walk away. He nods slowly, and I can practically see gears turning in his head. "You are right, about everything. I will show you to the unit. Please, follow me." And with that, he begins walking away. A grin breaks onto my face, and I give a little fist pump that causes the computer lady to giggle as I follow Hotchner through the doorway which he came from.