Woman [ luke alvez x reader ] ✔

one: the messages

"Tara, are you sure you're okay? The unsub got you pretty good." You sit in your desk chair, swiveling around to see Tara leaning on the edge of her desk.

Her fingers brush under the eye the unsub had managed to land a punch on, and she chuckles, shrugging. "I've had worse."

JJ laughs from across the room. "You took it like a champ."

"You always do," Luke says, grinning at her.

His voice fills your ears and you feel your face turn into an immediate scowl, glancing at him from your peripheral. Tara notices your scowl and tilts her head.

"Did I mention how much I hated working this case?" You mumble, looking up at her.

"Why's that?" A playful smile creeps onto her face.

"Because Emily paired me with that asshole the whole time." You jut your chin at Luke, who's staring intensely at the paperwork in front of him. "It made me want to fucking pluck my eyes out."

She laughs, plopping down on her chair. "You've hated him since he started here. Why is that?"

You shrug. "That's a conversation for another day, Tara. Preferably with me ten shots deep in tequila."

She rolls her eyes, swiveling her chair around. You grin as you turn back around in your chair, making eye contact with Spencer. You give him a little smile which he returns before you turn your eyes back to your screen, typing up the details of the case the team had just worked on your computer. You type quickly, wanting to just go the fuck home and drink straight out of your tequila bottle to try to forget you had to be around your least favorite agent for over thirty-six hours.

Luke had been a thorn in your side since he'd stepped foot in the BAU. You, for one, don't understand how he's qualified to be a profiler, but Hotch hired him before he left, and you respect Hotch. However, you don't respect the six-foot muscled man who you believe thinks he's better than everyone on the team. Plus, he basically replaced Morgan. You miss Morgan—he was like a big brother to you. Now, he's gone, and Mr. Stupid Head replaced him.

You look up from your desk, glancing at the time. Holy shit, 11:30? Glancing around the office, you see Luke still sitting at his desk. Rolling your eyes, you stand up, slinging your purse around your shoulder.

"It was fun working with you on this case, chica," he says, not even a hint of sincerity laced in his tone.

"Mhm, you too, asshole," you grumble, clutching the straps of your purse tightly. "Have a fucking fantastic night, Luke. Try not to let a car hit you on your way home."

He grumbles a response you can't hear, and you push open the glass doors of the BAU, wishing you could slam the door shut behind you. You walk out to your car and slide into the driver's seat, promptly peeling out of the parking lot. The normal thirty-minute drive feels a lot fucking slower than usual, and you almost fucking cheer when you pull into your apartment complex.