'So are they even gonna tell us anything about the girl?' Derek Morgan asked.
The day before, the entire team had been alerted, rather wistfully, of a new team member they were receiving. The only information that they had been given was that she was in fact a she, that she was young and rather strange, and that she had absolutely no official creds whatsoever. At first the entire team dismissed her totally, until Morgan's question was answered the morning after.
Hotch answered , leafing through a tiny file as they sat comfortably around the meeting room, for they had no case, and being in this room with no horrid images on the board and nothing to worry over or profile for once was a welcome and rather happy relief to all of them.
'When she was six she took an I.Q test, via the wish of her foster parent, and scored at 180' "From then on she went from first grade to eighth in a matter of two years, and went through all of high school in 2 and a half.' She went to college at Yale and got degrees in creative writing, journalism, American literature, psychology, and human behavior' 'And from there she came to the FBI, and of course immediately got put with us" 'Shes only twenty-five"
He seemed stunned and rather dazed as he read off the information on the incredible girl in the file in his hands. The entire team mirrored his expression, even the infamous Dr. Spencer Reid was positively aghast that someone else on the planet was as much of a genius as he was.
(Not that he was gloating in any way, of course, but come on, he's Reid! (: Chick's gotta be awesome if she's as smart as he is, it's just a fact!) (:
JJ was the first to speak. 'Is this some kind of joke, Hotch?' Their leader nodded his head back and forth, indicating that this incredible person did in fact exist, and that she was coming there.
Morgan, being himself, broke the awed silence with "We don't need another Reid around here!'
The entire team laughed finally as Reid shot Morgan a 'very funny' and 'aww come on!" look all in one.
And suddenly the door to the BAU offices opened, and from the glass wall in the meeting room they all watched as in walked a very tall, slim girl with short-ish black hair that stuck out in all directions, wearing a lime green t-shirt with a golden retriever puppy on the front, and a black skirt that cascaded all the way to her feet, which were adorned with black biker boots complete with spikes and chains. There was a stud at the end of her perfect eyebrow and a ring in her lip.