New girl New Killer

I sat at my desk mixing my coffee, just like ever other Monday morning. I have been in here since Sunday night. Organizing files, reviewing old cases, doing complicated math equations, (and for some reason this math problem was not working out). I hated going home, back to the real world. At least when I am with the team, I had some sort of purpose. At home, I was just a regular person with nothing to do. PhDs do not matter when you are by yourself.

"Jesus Christ Reid, Have you been here all night?" I head Morgan behind me. I turned my chair around to face him.

"Yhea I couldn't sleep last night. So, I just had the janitor let me back in."

Morgan leaned against my office wall. "Well anyway man did you hereabout the new girl joining are team. She might even more PhD's than you did "He chuckled. I did not laugh that was impossible. I would have taken her years to achieve my intelligence level.

Morgan got a sense that I did not find humor in his joke. "O Calm down Reid, it was joke. You know like Ha? Any way, her name is Veronica Lainhart. "

What a classic name. I heard that name before, but from along time ago .Veronica, Veronica, Veronica. "Why do we need someone new anyway? We are doing perfectly fine the way we are now. So why change now? "

"Sure in the hell beats me. Did you know she was given old bits of case files and was able to correctly give a profile and give the serial killer name? They gave her 30 cases and she got - "His sentence cut off. He turned his head the other way. "Awh dude there she is!" I turned too looked. She was walking with Hotch. She stood tall at around 5'7. Her dark curly hair was pushed to the front; she had almost violet highlights in her hair. I reminded me of a toned down Garcia. Her green scanned the room. Something was odd though, it was how she dressed. She did not have on a dress pants, or a blazer, or a blouse, or an even a sweater like Prentiss always wears. She wore a dress. It was white lace on top and at the bottom was a purple floral pattern with brown leggings. I was so confused, how could you ever think that was professional.

"Good morning Reid and Morgan. Welcome are newest member. Agent. Veronica Lainhart. Veronica This Agent. Reid and Agent Morgan." She waved to us. I just nodded my head; Morgan gave his signature wink and smile. "Well Veronica, Your cubical is right here -" He pointed to the one right next to mine "and Morgan can you come with me really quick. Some files need to be moved down stairs." They went on there way. I watched as Veronica sat down at her desk. The jingling of her bracelets was becoming irritating. "Can you like take your jewelry off please? It is distracting me. "I looked up at her.

"Jingle freaking Jangle, Spencer" she shook her hand making the irritating noise. She rolled her eyes and continued writing. Then the last part of her sentence caught my attention.

"How do you know my name?" I questioned

"What are you talking about? I called you Reid."

"No. I am sure you said Spencer. "

"I have no idea what you are talking about." She rolled her eyes

"Anyway, How old are? "

"I am 25." She said not even looking at me. Therefore, she was about a year younger than I was.

"When did you graduate?"

"O my God. I graduated at the age of 16. I went to college at the age of 17. I have multiple PhD's. Examples: human psychology, human body, Forensic pathology, and multiple medical degrees, and criminology. In addition, yes it is true I correctly identified 30/30 killers. Now Mr. Reid can you please leave me alone I have multiple papers to fill out. "

I rolled my chair back to my desk. God dam it, this math problem was still not working out. The thought of having her on the team was just weirding me out. She could screw up are dynamic. All of us had are places, like a puzzle. She was just some extra piece. 30/30 correct please. I want to see her correctly identify anything with my own eyes. I sat deep in my thought. Till Hotch came in.

" Guys I need you in the conference room in 3. New case just arrived." Hotch walked away. I got up and grabbed my thing and so did Veronica. We started walking towards the conference room.

" You know why the problem was not working. Well, because 6 divided by 3 dose not equal 3. Its 2. So much for you being a genius. "

She stepped in front of me and entered the room while I trialed behind. How could I ever make a stupid mistake. I took a seat right next to Veronica. Hotch handed us the file of the murder. I opened the case to be greeted by the picture of a dead women. Her body sprawled across what looked like church stairs, she was dressed in all white and mud was spread all across her face. I looked over at Veronica. She had no reaction no nothing, Her face was straight, no subtle flinch. It was odd, robot like.

"Her name is Rose Luna. She is a 30 year old Hispanic women. She was found at 8 this morning on the steps of St. Ambrose Church. She had mud smeared across her face , evidence of much struggle. Cause of death drowning."

" So the mud across the face , is it to make them more anonymous." she chimed in as soon as Hotch finished his sentence.

" Can you give us a reason for that Veronica?" I retorted back at her.

" Well Mr. Reid, It quiet obvious and surprised that you didn't get it sooner. The mud covering the face is like hiding her identity. So she isn't recognized. Your face is your identity , so you cover it up with mud to the unsub your unknown. " She looked at me . She said her reasoning with a tone of are you that dumb not to understand. We discussed the case more including 4 other murders that happened just like Rose.

`We got off the jet. The Massachusetts air had a fresh smell to it. We got into are cars, Hotch put me and Veronica to together. I got in the drivers seat , she in the passenger seat. I was so quiet in the car you could here a pin drop. I studied her quickly , I notice her gun was no where to be found.

" Where is your gun?"

" I didn't bring it." She shrugged her shoulders

"You know how irrational that is ! What happens if is the unsubs is firing and is about to ill an officer and you can't do any thing because you decided not to bring your weapon." I scolded her.

" Well Mr. Reid, if you must know , I didn't bring because it makes us as bad as the unsubs. Shooting another human being is murder no matter what. Murder should not have rules for other people. There is always a better way." She glared at me. The more I looked at her , I saw beauty. No matter what face she made, she was gorgeous.

" Why do you keep calling me Mr. Reid?" I stopped the car and got out. She went by my side as we entered the police station.

" Well half the time you talk to me like you are teacher. You scold me every time I try to explain myself. Your only a year older , so just get over your self." She looked at me with piercing green eyes.

Hotch and Rossi gave us all our jobs . Veronica and I stayed behind to help work on a profile. We sat at the desk , the files where spread across the table.

Mud

White dress

Drowned

Church

Connections?

"Well the toxicology report came backing. Rose was found with trace amounts of heroin in her body. All the other victims had some type of drug in there system. " She scanned threw the papers. " You got any ideas?"

" Well as we establish earlier, the mud to makes them anonymous. . There bodies found in front of a church. Veronica what was the last thing the families reported them doing."

" It says here that they were going to confession.. Wait. In confession you remain anonymous."

" The mud. To hide there identity! So the unsub we are looking for is a pastor. Why drowned? Why these women?"

" Maybe they went to confess there sins. Drug abuse. The drowning. Water. Baptize. That's the final step of salivation. To be baptize. That is what the unsub is doing. He is trying to save them, but he can't he must get to angry. He feels guilty so he puts them in front of the church. Do you agree Mr. Reid.?" She looked at me . The way the words poured from her mouth was like song.

" Completely . It makes the most sense." We had Garcia pull up some names. The team walked in.

`" Please tell me you have some sort of profile. Every one in this dam town is freaking me out. Jesus that. God this." Prentiss sat down. Veronica and I gave the profile. They nodded there heads in agreement.

" It must be Pastor John. The one we meant at the church." We all headed to the pastor's church. Veronica and I watched as they took down the pastor john. The women rolled on a stretcher , Veronica rushed to her side telling her everything was okay. I couldn't help but smile.

I sat in front of veronica on the jet. Her eyes focused on looking out the window.

`"Can I just ask you one question Veronica?"

" Go for it." she still did not look at me.

"How did you know my first name?" Her eyes darted up and matched mine.

" Lucky guess." I knew that was about as far as she was going to go by her tone.

" So , on are team we have like this little intonation to are team. We put you into one of are homes and we give you 5 mins to figure out whose house it is." I could feel the lie going through my teeth, but I just wanted to make sure she was good enough to be on the team.

" If I do this stupid thing will you get off my back ?"

" Yes I will . I will leave you alone."

She looked back out the window. She was a porcelain beauty. Eyes green as grass. Lips pink as flower petals. All of it seemed so familiar, I really did not understand this attraction towards her.