Elle almost danced around the small apartment as she packed her things. A few short days after the BAU team had left Seattle, confirmation had come that her application for the position in the BAU had been accepted.
A woman had called earlier, asking for some data. “I need to have a workstation ready for you before you arrive, sugar,” she’d said, “and link you up with the rest of the team.”
Normally, she’d object to being called sugar, but the woman on the phone - Garcia was her name - had sounded so friendly, so genuinely delighted that she was coming to Quantico. Her enthusiasm was a reflection of Elle’s own, and it felt like a confirmation that she was finally going to be where she belonged.
“That’ll do the trick,” Garcia finally said. “It’ll be amazing having another girl in the bullpen; we’re seriously outnumbered here, sweetness. See you when you get here.”
Elle was grinning, as she sifted through her toiletries. Working with the BAU team in Seattle had been great, and if Garcia was any indication of what expected her at Quantico, then amazing didn’t even begin to describe what her future looked like.