Welcome To My Life (Char)

[signe]

The bull pen was practically empty. All the other agents had gone home with the acception of a few agents, Hotch and JJ. Signe never usually staye this late but paper work needed to get done and it needed to get done now. She had put it off for far to long now and she decided she was going to stay at work until it got done. She sat at her deask sipping at her coffee while she read over the case file. Multiple stab wounds, strangulations, massice trauma to the head. Signe was beginning to wonder how she could do this job. She saw horror everywhere she went when she was at work and she managed to leave work with a smile on her face. She had been here for a few weeks now and seemed to be settling into the BAU nicely. She thought she was getting along with the other agents. She put her pen down on the folder and leaned back in her chair sighing.

"Sometimes I wonder how sain I really am." She said allowed to the other agent in the desk behind her. She spun around and took another sip of her coffee and looked around. She needed to stretch some. She stood up and put her coffee down She bent over and started stretching. She looked at Charolette. She was very shy. Sweet, but shy none the less. She needed to get her out of her shell. She looked around and saw all the desks of the other agents that had gone home. One of them was the desk of no other than the wonderful Dr. Spencer Reid. Signe had a ton of respect for the man. He was amazing in every way. He saved her life and she would never forget that. "So...Spencer's pretty cute huh." She said looking back at the woman who was working hard. She really needed to lighten up and learn to live a little. Signe sat down and kicked off her keds revealing her bright green socks. She loved bright colors. She always made a point to wear bright colors when she could. Made her smile when she was on a particularily depressing case.

tag | CHAR! <3
words | 372 (Not my best)
status | Finshed
wearing | This

[charlottemoore]

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Charlotte sighed, looking around her. Hardly anyone was still working, but she could see lights on in Hotch and JJ's offices, and a few agents were scattered throughout the bullpen. Charlotte usually stayed late, perfecting her reports or tidying her desk. Now, she was just finishing up a report on the murder of a young girl by her uncle. Cases such as these always made her shudder, but she stayed with it nonetheless. Squeamishness wouldn't get her any closer to a spot in the BAU; only time, persistence, and a good worth ethic could do that. Sipping at a glass of water on her desk, Charlotte saved her document for the fifth time in thirty minutes, intent on not losing anything due to the server malfunctions she'd heard about so often from other agents. Running a hand over her mouth, she shook her head to fix her hair, scrunching her nose up as she leaned forward to inspect the wording of one of her paragraphs. Shaking her head, Charlotte deleted sentences here or there and adding words, the typewriter clicking beneath her small fingers. Her eyes focused sharply on the words before her, searching for any faults or inconsistencies in her report. Happy with her progress, Charlotte saved her document once again and sat back in her chair, sipping at her water as she flipped through the file sitting open on her desk.

Charlotte wondered if anyone actually cared that she stayed late every night, making sure that her work was exceptional. She didn't stay late for someone to see, but having one of the higher up agents notice her dedication would be nice. Still, even if no one cared, she wouldn't stop staying late. The files didn't finish themselves, and her inbox was always piled high with files needing to be updated or organized, reported on or corrected. She didn't want to be the newbie who messed everything up, especially because she was so young. Talking a large sip of the water, Charlotte licked her lips, straightening her shirt as she wheeled her chair closer under the desk. Sitting up straight, she put the finishing touches on her file, saving the file and printing it out. Standing up, Charlotte stretched her arms, walking over to the large printer in one corner of the bullpen. Scratching her arm, she waited for the printer to finish, enjoying the whirl and click as the printer spat hot papers. Lifting up the small stack that was her report, Charlotte walked briskly back over to her desk, paperclipping the report and putting it inside the file. She stickey-noted the front with necessary details, information, and other things. When she'd finished, Charlotte placed it in her outbox, picking up another hefty file from her inbox. Weighing it in her hand, she debated whether she would begin it tonight. It was already hours past the normal work day, and she'd already finished her current project. But why not get ahead and lighten tomorrow's load? Putting the file on her desk with a soft slap, Charlotte sat down and woke her computer with a shaking of the mouse.

Looking over, she watched Signe, another newer agent, talked with someone behind her. Slightly surprised, Charlotte guessed that Signe'd finished an important case with the BAU recently. She didn't usually stay this late, but then again, everyone had their days. The paperwork was merciless, and the cases had to be reported on. Otherwise, the FBI wouldn't be able to function as a coherent body. Fingering the file, Charlotte figured that now, while Signe was looking at her, would be the time to say something to her. Charlotte bit her lip, staring for a long moment, before she turned around and sat back down at her desk, her cheeks beginning to redden. She opened a new file on her computer, sitting back as she skimmed through the contents of the new and extremely large folder. Running her right hand through her hair, Charlotte crossed her ankles under her desk, her right foot fidgeting. She glanced back at Signe, who was working still but also talking and socializing with others around her. Charlotte put the file up on the desk, resting her chin in her hand with her elbow on the desk as she debated how to begin her report. Tapping her fingers on the desk, she sat up straighter as inspiration hit, her fingers flying over the keys.

"So...Spencer's pretty cute huh."

Charlotte jumped, whirling around to see Signe Larsen looking at her with a little smile on her face. Charlotte's eyes ran quickly to SSA Spencer Reid's vacated desk, her cheeks reddening. She'd noticed her coworker from afar a few weeks ago, and her eyes always wandered in that direction whenever she lapsed in focus. She didn't think he really knew who she was, but that was okay with Charlotte. She hated introductions and petty talk, and she was awful at conversation and keeping one going. Looking down at her hands, which were laced in her lap, Charlotte peeked back up at Signe, chewing on her lip. Was it really that obvious? Did everyone know that she admired Spencer Reid from afar? Did Signe like him too? Is that why she said he was cute? Maybe she didn't know about Charlotte's crush at all and just was observing something! Charlotte felt herself getting more embarrassed and confused all at once as she over-analyzed Signe's words and gestures, and she ran a hand through her hair again, looking up fully at Signe. "I...um...Spencer... uh, Agent Dr. Reid is, um..." she said, sputtering as her brain raced to catch up with her surroundings. Looking down, she noticed that Signe was wearing neon socks and keds. "You're wearing keds?" Charlotte asked, scrutinizing the informal shoes paired with the office wear that Signe was sporting.

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tagged : signe larsen
words : 1000
wearing : here
notes : ahh sorry it took so long!
credit : to hannah (me)

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