New Family, New Chances
Chapter 1
I don't own Phineas and Ferb or Criminal Minds
"Team, this is Baljeet Rai. He's our new member," my new boss, Aaron Hotchner, said.
I looked out over the desks on the floor below me as I made my way down, taking in my new co-workers.
There was a blonde woman with pictures of a little boy and a dark haired man on her desk. Next to her was a dark haired woman with a serious face, but laughing eyes. Next was a man with light brown hair and that geeky look that always got me singled out by bullies. My heart gave a twinge as I quickly moved on to the last two members of my new team. An athletically built dark skinned man with a shaved head. A blonde woman with bright clothes was perched on the edge of his desk, whispering excitedly.
I sat down at the empty desk on the edge of the group of desks, next to the blonde woman.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer Jareau. You can call me JJ," the blonde woman said, moving next to me and holding her hand out.
"I'm Baljeet," I said, shaking her hand.
"Is that Indian?" the dark haired woman asked, coming and standing next to her friend.
"Yep, my parents came to America when my mother was pregnant with me," I said.
"Oh, I'm Emily Prentiss," she said, sticking her hand out as well, "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
"20," I said, feeling my face flush.
"Wow. Hey Reid, kid broke your record," Emily said to the brown haired man.
"How old?" the man asked, coming to stand next to JJ and Emily.
"20."
Reid whistled, "How'd you manage that?"
"I had a...nasty break-up my junior year, my parents didn't approve of him and moved us here. Finished high school and my masters in three years. Haven't heard from him since," I said, fighting to keep my tears in. It was my first day in the FBI, I wasn't going to cry.
"Hey, the poor boy's been here five minutes and you're already making him cry," a deep male voice said from behind Reid, arms accompanying the voice, wrapping themselves around the man's waist. "I'm Derek Morgan," he said, holding out a hand with a tissue.
"Thanks," I said, whipping my eyes. "I'm sorry, I just haven't thought about him for so long..."
"We under stand 'Jeet," the colorful blonde woman said, coming through the circle, "I'm Garcia, and this unruly bunch is my family. And now, you're a part of it," she said, wrapping her arms around me in a hug.
I smiled and returned the hug, feeling loved for the first time in three years. "Thanks Mama," I whispered.
I felt Garcia smile, "It'll be okay Baby Boy, you'll see."