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Hi I didn't plan on making a part two to The Last Time. There will at some point be a part three but I need to feel the trauma again while writing it. After part three that may be it but if I think of more I will just make it it's own fic. If you want it to be it's own fic let me know. Also I listened to Exile while writing this but did not do the lyric thing like TLT because it didn't flow the same way in my mind. But it may happen for part 3.
He walks into the conference room last, not late but behind everyone else.
"Okay everyone's here, let's start"
Everyone's heads look around, in their mind everyone's not there.
"Um sir, y/n's not here?" Garcia pipes up.
He stands in front of his team for a minute. He thought for a long time last night at his desk about how to approach this with them and he never had a good enough idea.
"Wait, no."
With that Emily is standing up and rushing to your desk to find it's drawers emptied of their knickknacks. She goes over to her desk and finds the sticky note she found when she got to work just thinking it was a cute doodle like usual.
She notices the doodled snake has a small tear drop drawn on its eyes and that the corner of the note has it's own teardrop stain.
She storms back into the conference room.
"Hotch I do not apologize for my language but what the fuck is happening right now"
"Agent y/l/n resigned last night effective immediately."
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You get off the plane with your duffel bag and walk out of the airport pulling your coat tighter around your body. It's winter, just like the first time you visited London to visit your friend.
You neglected to tell them you were coming but to be fair you didn't know until yesterday.
After traveling a bit to get to his apartment you knock on the door. When he opens it you speak before he can even open his mouth.
"I have a job, I didn't know I was leaving until I did, I'll be here for only a month before I can put a deposit down on an apartment here, I needed to disappear can I live with you"
He steps backward to let you in, surveying you, he's not a profiler but he's basically a pretty damn good one.
"So I'm guessing this is not a someones trying to kill me I needed to disappear and more of a you're running away from your problems I need to disappear. Again."
He did not phrase that as a question.
"You have one fun night with me before I turn into dealign with trauma y/n who doesn't speak to people she doesn't have to"
