It's Not All Roses

• enemies to friends to lovers •

It's the small moments, those every day ones, that define us more than we'd ever like to admit. Like how you react to having a cup of coffee spilled on you or whether or not you help the lost kid look for their mom even though you're running late to work...because of said coffee-spilling-incident.

And then there are the big moments. Like running home to your apartment in tears to your best friend because your boyfriend really was sleeping with Slutty Crystal-it's unfair of me to call her a slut like it's defining quality, but I didn't think of the nickname-and then finding your roommate and best friend in bed with said cheating boyfriend.

A normal person would react by just crashing at a motel for a night or two and developing a game plan. Me? I opted for flying to Quantico, calling in a favor from Strauss, and kind of getting an internship at the BAU. So the 'request is pending', big deal, if I keep acting like something is going to happen it'll work out...probably.

Well it almost didn't. In fact, it wasn't until I uncovered a murder cult that involved a regular unsub. It was a moment that gave me everything I wanted...FBI departments fighting over me was great and yes the recognition was nice-but I brought peace to so many people, and that's what I wanted. And you know how I felt? Still incomplete.

Here I am sitting with practically every opportunity in the world and all I want is the BAU. I'm cracked, right? Hotch doesn't even want me there and Dr. Spencer Reid decider to hate me after day one. Whatever, he can hate me all he wants...who cares that he's hot? Who cares that he's hot enough to punch me in the face? Yeah, he can never know that...because he'd probably do it.

Anyways, no one tells you how to deal with almost being sacrificed. And no one tells you what to do when your enemy coworker starts being nice...like really nice.