"Pretty Flowers!"

Cyra finds herself in Gideon's office, her hair in  natural waves, she smiles at a few passerbyers. She knocks on the door, as he hums for the person to enter not really noticing her presence.

"Thank you for the flowers." she smiles widely before reading the card from the flowers in her hand.  "I know I can be challenging, but your work is appreciated. J. Gideon." I appreciate the appreciation. And btw- you're not challenging. Well, no, you're totally challenging, but you're not challenging at all in a bad way. Sir."  She turns to see a shelf full of pictures. " Hey, is this your family?"

" Yeah. Sort of."

" Nice. Thanks again for the flowers." she smiles widely before bumping into JJ on her way out.

" Hey."

"Hey." she replies as she leaves/

The poet, W. H. Auden wrote, "Evil is unspectacular and always human. "And shares our bed... And eats at our table."

"Cyra Akintola's house of "how may I save your ass today? Speak and all your wishes will come true."

"You can give me sex offender registry for Wilmington, Delaware."

" Oh. That's always a fun group. Um... Morgan, did you hear that Agent Gideon sent me flowers?" Cyra had already put them in a vase.

" No kidding."

" Jealous?" she sasses moving the flowers to another side of the room.

" Sex offenders, CY."

" Ah... Wilmington, Delaware sex offenders. Worst of them all- level 3 offenders, zip. Nada. Got a couple of level 2s residing 6 and 12 miles from the abduction site... One of which was such a long sheet, he should probably still be in prison. But apparently has served his full freight. And another, paroled on 2 counts of sexual assault and rape 1."

" Any child victims?"

" No."

" Come on, Cy. Dig. Dig for me."

Her computer trills " Ah. You got a level 1. Dennis Jones. Lives a mile away. Solicitation of prostitution."

" Naw, Jones doesn't fit the profile. The guy we're looking for probably couldn't perform with adults, pro or not."

"Well, give me a list of suspects and I can run a deep background."

" No. It'll be way too late by then."

Cyra was up to her eyeballs with info on trying to find this missing little girl, she knew they were on a time crunch. Not to mention the amount of things being sent her way wasn't helping. But then A stroke of luck happened and she was called about them finding her. And for a second all was okay with the world. The team arrived back a few hours later and she made it a point to go to Hotch's office. Her gentle knock was welcomed with a "Come in" and she entered, closing the door behind her.

"Thankyou for the flowers." Hotch places down his pen for a second, opening his mouth to speak. "Gideon didn't even know my office was a thing until last week and now he is sending me favorite flowers."

Hotch just laughs. "I seem to forget how smart you are."

"Yes you do. Don't worry, I forgive you." she jokes as he laughs. "Seriously thank you for the flowers, I am obsessed with them and cleared a spot for them in my Lady Lair. Where they will be watered and taken care of until they die in a week." They both laugh, staring each other in the eyes, more like into their souls. She almost blushed at the look he was giving her.

"Good night sir." She smiles.

"Call me Aaron. Please, I've told you this."

"Sorry. Good night Aaron."

"Night Cyra." She practically melted when he said her name.  

"measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done." Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

There next case was a few days out and mostly touch and Go guy raping and slicing women's throat's leaving them in a shallow grave. As much as it grossed her out, she was canvassing through a lot of the pictures that the team looked too, to see if they had any other identifying markers, cataloging materials, and making sure that they had every detail they needed on each victim and suspect. They of course Caught the guy in the end and he was sent away to the bad place where all the bad guys go.

Cyra was in her Lady Lair, she was doing some tidying up a bit,  when a few pins fell off her desk, she grumbled at how clumsy she could be when it came to her and her char, one wrong move and her hair will fly everywhere or her arm will not things over.  In this case it was a mild gust of wind from her swiping her feather duster across her desk. There was a knock at her door and she hums an "Come in" while simultaneously trying to use a stick to slide everything in arms reach, Usually she had a grabber for this but she seemed to have lit it out to wallace in the mail room, cursing and reminding herself to get it back.

"Let me help you." The deep rasp of an Aaron Hotchner was heard as she looked up at the man who had a few case files in his hand. He tucks them under his arm and kneels down, picking up the cup and all the pens and doodads that fell out of the cup and places them on the desk. She of course moves it where it needs to be and he can't help but chuckle.

"What can I do for you, sir-Aaron?" She corrects herself as he smiles a tight lipped smile. 

"I need you files from last week's case and this week's case,"

She nods, "Of course, Yeah I have them right here." she wheels over to the other side of the room going over to her small filing system and pulling out the files. "Sorry I didn't want to be annoying and bring them in too early, You already have enough on your plate."

Aaron unpurses his lips, he loved how thoughtful she could be. "I am okay, I wouldn't have signed up this if I coulndt handle a heavy workload." He replies with a smile.

"Well you don't have too, I mean I can take some files off your hands if you want? I work through mine quickly anyway.'' Aaron looks hesitant as Cyra sighs. "I am doing this for you and I will not be taking no for an answer, I will up first thing in the morning to take a few files from your stack."  she simply pushes him out the door. Closing it quickly behind her.  The two sigh happily with enormous grins. Almost as if they were in love with

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