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Clara Davis is an original character, she arrives with the BAU mid-season three. Please review! And I hope you lovely people enjoy! Happy reading!
Chapter One.
The Behavioural Analysis Unit, Quantico, Virginia. I'm actually rather surprised at the sheer size of the place, obviously I didn't expect some tiny and perhaps run-down building in the centre of a high security area but this place is really quite impressive. Come to think of it, I should have just google mapped it on the way in, now I'm just going to walk round with wide eyes and my mouth slightly agape.
I shook my shoulders, taking a deep and slightly shaky breath as I straightened my black suede jacket and picked at a bit of frayed string on my grey t shirt underneath. I wasn't exactly sure how smart I should have dressed for my first day, I could have gone two ways; blazer, crisp white shirt with tapered black trousers and a shoe with a slight heel but who am I trying to fool? I'm a FBI agent and I think my black skinny jeans and leather ankle boots make me look rather cool, like I could fuck shit up if I wanted to. I scoffed and rolled my eyes, entering the building to see the BAU Section Chief Erin Strauss. I can already tell by previous conversations with her that she likes to be the one in control at all times so this interaction should be fun.
"Agent Davis, it's a pleasure to meet you in person. I've heard many brilliant things about you." Chief Strauss forced a sickly pleasant smile as I shook her hand, her eyes looking me up and down.
"Like wise Ma'am." I returned the smile as she pulled away, walking ahead toward the elevators. "So... what's the team like?" I didn't look at her, I just tucked my short, slightly waved copper coloured hair behind my right ear, gazing at the dying pot plant in the immaculate corridor.
"You're on level six." She stepped into the elevator and I followed, my eyebrows raising as she avoided answering my question. Instead of pushing it further I decided to ignore it, the last thing I need to do on my first day is piss off this lady who already looked like she sucked on one too many bitter lemons.
I remained silent until we got to my floor, Strauss immediately walking ahead of me. In my head I cursed at her, my teal eyes rolling as I followed her out and into what some call the bull pen.
"Everyone, I'd like you to meet Agent Clara Davis." Strauss gestured to me as I stopped beside her, my head nodding to the small crowd. "She is now joining the BAU and I hope you make her feel welcome." She turned to me and gave me that fake smile again. "I have a meeting now but any problems or questions your head of command here is Agent Aaron Hotchner." She pointed towards his office at the far end of the room.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, thank you."
Strauss rushed off and left me standing there, no introductions to who the hell everyone else was.
"Well you all know me so..."
"You're British." A tall, rather skinny man with shaggy hair spoke. I raised an eyebrow at him, nodding slowly.
"I have a British accent yes, I was born in Chicago and moved away with my parent's to England when I was five..." I looked at the brunette who took a step forward and shook my hand.
"I'm Emily Prentiss, that's Dr Spencer Reid" She paused, gesturing to the man who just spoke. "That's Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau and you'll meet Agent Rossi and Hotchner shortly."
I smiled at her before acknowledging everyone else.
"Why did your parents decide to move to England?" Dr Reid spoke again and I crossed my arms, looking him up and down for a moment.
"You know I have already done this part when I was put forward for the job."
Dr Reid stuttered as Morgan took a step in-front of him, shaking my hand. I'll have to remember to get some hand sanitiser when I next stop off at the shop. "Ignore Reid, he does that a lot. You'll get used to it." He flashed me a fantastic smile which I'm sure made most ladies weak at the knees, hell it nearly made mine jitter but I'm made of stronger things and I'm sure not interesting with getting up close and personal with one of my team mates.
"Yeah I'll keep that in mind." I smiled again and placed my bag on the desk allocated to me, brushing my fingers through my hair before letting out a small yawn.
"Late night?" I jumped at the sound of another female, my eyes darting behind me as I looked at a blonde-haired lady with pastel pink highlights.
"I've literally only had time to shower and change." I smiled again, my face twitching. Seriously who knew having to be this polite would make my face ache so god damn much.
"So who's the lucky guy?" I snorted at that, rolling my eyes dramatically.
"If I were so lucky. No, unfortunately it was just a long ass flight from London Heathrow that kept me busy. I'm Clara Davis." I extended my hand and she shook it, her glasses raising on her nose as she smiled.
"Penelope Garcia."
I was about to say something else before the lady called Jareau rushed past with a handful of files.
"You should follow her." Garcia whispered, poking me with her fluffy pink pen.
"Oh... Right, of course." I smiled again and walked after her, walking into a room with a round table in the centre, everyone already seated.
"Good start..." I muttered, sitting on the only empty chair in-between the two men I haven't been introduced to.
"Agent Hotchner, Agent Rossi this is Agent Clara Davis." I slid down slightly in my chair as both gave me a curt nod in hello.
"We've been invited over by the New York Police Department as they have ten victims who have gone missing over the past six weeks."
"Six weeks?" I spoke, my lips pursing as I slid even further down in my seat. Honestly if this carries on I might as well be underneath the bloody table.
"They all seem to be within the ages of twenty five and thirty and all have gone missing on a night out in the East Village."
"How many have been reported missing?" Prentiss spoke up, asking the question I've been too shy to ask.
"Well that's the thing, all of the ten girls texted their friends and family the exact same message saying they were heading out of town. Nobody thought any of the wiser until one of two of the mothers bumped into each other in the store and found that each of their daughters sent the same text to them too. When this happened they went straight to the police."
"We have no bodies?"
I asked as Jareau shook her head while I continued to flick through the file, I could feel Hotchner's eyes on me but I refused to acknowledge it.
"So this could be sexual then? If the victim's bodies haven't been found this unsub may still have them somewhere." Morgan added, my eyes raising to look at him.
"Unsub?" What the hell was an unsub? We didn't use any terms like that over in London.
"Unknown Subject." Reid chimed, I nodded slowly – cursing myself in my head at the stupid question. I was clearly more tired than I thought.
"Wheels up in twenty guys." Agent Hotchner stood, looking down at me again until he walked out. It can't just be me who thinks that some of the higher authority in this place appear to be... I suppose the best word for it would be an asshole? First Strauss who was so incredibly arrogant it poured off her like a nasty perfume and now senior Agent Hotchner doesn't think that speaking to me is even necessary. I let out a puff of air as I stood, taking my file and exiting the room. This was going to be one very interesting experience and one that required a large, large amount of caffeine.
