Hotch was questioning the blonde woman, Emily had the English man and for reasons that Spencer did not understand he was sitting in the kitchen with the brunette. He wished Derek was here because he was pretty sure Derek and Hope would get along well. Derek might be able to get something out of her, Reid was pretty sure he was just going to annoy
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She hadn't touched her own coffee, hell, she'd barely moved since they sat. Her arms were crossed defensively and she propped her right ankle up on her left knee. Faith narrowed her eyes; she knew how to say 'get the fuck out of my house' without uttering a word. Judging by the doctor's twitching, he was reading her loud and clear.
"Wow, that's...messed up," she replied. She was giving him a weird look, to let him know that he was also creepy for knowing that. Though in truth, she could've guessed and it didn't really bother her.
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"N-not really," he said. "You'd be surprised how you can determine what region dirt is from, down to specific locations even. Obviously. An-anyway, we found dirt from that graveyard here."
He looked up at her and bit his bottom lip. "We just want to find out what's happening to these girls and stop it."
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She readjusted her stance, leaning forward onto the table, bracing herself with her arms under her chest. Faith made eye contact and held it, making sure to smile suggestively. She blinked slowly a few times and took a very deep breath before she spoke. "What's it like to work in the FBI? You guys handle all the big shit, right?" Faith was glad it was laundry day; she got to wear her sluttiest tank top while the decent clothes were in the wash.
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