Proxy: the agency, function, or power of a person authorized to act as the deputy or substitute for another.
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SSA Koraline Thompson wanted to join the BAU the second she read one of David Rossi's books. So when she's handed the golden opportuni...
"Starting over is an acceptance of a past we can't change, an unrelenting conviction that the future can be different, and the stubborn wisdom to use the past to make the future what the past was not." - Craig D. Lounsbrough
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"What are you reading?" I asked as I jumped into Kory's car. We'd been back for a week, and the awkwardness was only just starting to fade.
"A book I forgot I had to read," she answered as she turned off the Kindle and put it into her satchel.
"What book might that be?" This had to be the first conversation we'd had that didn't regard work since she joined the BAU permanently.
"It's for book club, and our get together is this weekend and I am not even halfway through the damned book yet." She rubbed her eyes as she put her bag in the footwell next to my feet.
"Did you not sleep well?" I asked next, and she shook her head.
"I woke up at one this morning and remembered about the book and then I proceeded to stay up until four in the morning reading and..." she sighed before she started to drive. "Whoever said that reading is supposed to be a relaxing past time, clearly hasn't read a damned book in their life." I handed her the coffee I'd bought for her already, and she took it in hand so she could start drinking it immediately. She apparently didn't mind the fact that it was still scalding hot.
"You did that for a book club? Why?" I asked, and she smiled as she put her coffee in the cupholder.
"It's me and the other girls on the team. Garcia got us all together and convinced us to do it when I was just a fill in. That way we had an excuse to get together once a month and get drunk on wine." She laughed quietly. "Last meeting, JJ had entire bottle to herself. It was... fun."
"What kind of books do you—"
"Oh, you do not want to open that can of worms, Agent Doctor." At least she never stopped calling me that... or the other list of names she had a tendency to cycle through.
"What kind of books?" I pressed, and she shook her head.
"I'll tell you that they're not intellectual, but they are educational." How could something be educational but not intellectual? That didn't make sense. Maybe it was my furrowed brow that told her I was confused, or maybe it was the kind of silence I emitted. She could always read them perfectly, so it could be either or. "We choose an independently published romance book to read each month."
"Specifically independently published?" Why did that make a difference? I mean, I understood that it helped with their sales, but why specifically only choose independent authors?
"Two reasons. We want to support indie authors and the spice tends to be better." Spice? What did spices have to do with anything?
"Context of spice, please." I watched as her smile became a little larger.
