criminal minds oneshots

♡ jennifer

The rain was loud on the glass roof. Artificial light filled the coffee shop and everyone inside seemed miserable.

Apart from the blonde. From the corner of your eye, you could see her sitting in her chair, leaning over the desk - writing frantically in a large folder. The folder was pastel-coloured - matching her laptop case under her white Macbook. Her iced coffee seemed out of place for this sort of weather but it made sense to you, to her. She was an individual, not following the crowd. Over her lap, she had a white, knitted scarf which she must have worn through the awful weather.

You couldn't take her eyes off her, the way her hair fell from her slender shoulders, framing her face. Every so often, she'd sigh, sit back, assess her writing and tuck a few strands behind her ear. She'd bite the inside of her cheek, checking over what she'd written before crossing it out or continuing. Sometimes, she'd look up out of the window, watching the odd car driving past in the storm. She'd purse her lips or furrow her eyebrows, assessing the storm clouds still rolling in. When lightning struck, you watched as she jumped slightly, taking her pen off the paper. She rubbed her fingers, which were peppered in golden rings, across her leggings. Occasionally, she'd look up and move her blue eyes around the shop, inspecting the dwindling customers.

You were the only one left now, apart from her. Growing in confidence, you raised from your chair and headed up to the counter.

"Hi, can I please have a caramel hot chocolate and whatever that pretty lady orders?" you smirked at the young girl behind the til.

"Shooting your shot? You've been staring at her all afternoon," she teased. You couldn't help but blush. Maybe it was a little obvious but she was beautiful. "She's single by the way," the server giggled, clicking away at the screen in front of her. "And very gay." You smiled and nodded, appreciating the information.

Two minutes later, you walked through the coffee shop, your trainers hitting the laminated floor sounding louder than the thunder roaring outside. Her coffee was in your hand, your hot chocolate in the other and as you approached her, she began texting on her phone. You noticed the pink, sparkly phone charm hanging off the top corner, glittering in the lamplight.

"Hey," you said, unable to conjure up anything else. You stood in front of her table, suddenly ridiculously vulnerable. Her head lifted and she tucked some hair behind her ear again.

"Hi?" she chuckled a little, looking around.

"I bought you a coffee. I noticed this one was finished," you said. You put down the iced coffee and wiped the condensation on your t-shirt.

"Oh," she laughed, a wide smile spreading on your face. It was like - like snow on christmas morning - so right and perfect. But at the same time, it was like a refreshing ice pop on a summer's day or pink blossoms falling in the spring. It was so encompassing and beautiful, you were a little bit blown away. "Thank you." She added and you nodded, beginning to sway on your feet. "Would you like to sit down?" She chuckled, moving some of her things. She closed the folder and her laptop. She took her headphone out and placed them back into its pastel pink case. You smiled, everything matched so sweetly. You quickly took a seat and held your cup with both hands, smiling awkwardly.

"Awful weather, isn't it?" you asked after a few moments which caused her to burst out laughing. It was infectious, so sweet, so pure and you couldn't help but laugh along too.

"Terrible weather," she giggled, agreeing.

"Are you studying?" you asked, referring to her textbooks and scattered highlighters across the second table.

"Yeah! For the FBI," she smiled, picking one up and showing you. Your eyes went wide.

"Bit of a badass? Never would have guessed that," you teased as you checked through the book. It was all about profiling, interviewing techniques, criminals, etc.

"My interview is tomorrow," she smiled, sitting on her hands slightly. You smiled widely at her.

"I wish you the best of luck!" You replied and handed her back the book.

"Thank you," she whispered, lowering her head slightly.

Suddenly, you collapsed into an easy-going conversation. You couldn't remember what you talked about because you discussed so much. You told her about yourself, about your home life and what you did during the days. She told you how she'd wanted to be in the FBI since she was a little girl. She told you all about the work she'd be doing, about what she'd been learning. She showed you diagrams, drew you diagrams. You couldn't get enough of her sweet voice, like honey. She was beautiful and talking about something she was so passionate about was even more beautiful.

"Hey Jay," the cashier said suddenly. You turned around. Your name wasn't Jay.

"Yeah?" the pretty girl said, looking up.

"Wrap up the date hunni, it's closing time." You blushed suddenly. You hit on her in front of her friend. You noticed the blonde blush in front of you and you giggled a little, not able to cover up your own either.

"I guess we need to wrap it up," she whispered, looking back at you.

"Perhaps I can finish learning about preferential killers another time?" You teased, helping her back up her man, many items. She smiled at that.

"We haven't even gotten to the best bit," she smirked. She swung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her now empty coffee cup.

Just like that, she was by the door, arm wrapped in her friend's. Thankfully it had stopped raining now, the clouds had cleared and blue peeked through. You walked out with them, heading towards your car as they headed towards one of their own. Then it hit you, you turned suddenly.

"What's Jay short for?" You asked.

"Jennifer." She replied, sending you a large smile as she dipped into the passenger seat. Jennifer. How perfect.