Being Hotch's sister was neither an easy job nor a walk in the park. Living in his shadow, first with your parents, second within the agency. Hotch was a well-known agent along with his team. Fresh out of the academy and you were being sent to Quantico, to work under your brother. Hotch was unit chief at Quantico of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Something you definitely weren't looking forward to. Hotch was one of those people that always made you feel like you weren't ever going to be good enough. You wanted to go to school to be a trauma surgeon; instead you went into law enforcement. You had decided to get a degree in criminology and human behavior. There was something interesting about the human mind. You then chose to join the FBI. You had made yourself go into law enforcement to make Hotch proud. Everything you had done had been for Hotch. Still Hotch had never said anything about being proud of you or any type of congratulations. You were use to it though.
You stood outside the FBI Headquarters. Glancing at your watch, you determined that you were thirty minutes early for your appointment at 8 to meet with Chief Strauss. You took a deep breath and walked into the building. You heard a voice yelling your name. You smiled as you recognized the voice of your best friend Derek. If I had to describe Derek Morgan to anyone, I honestly would say tall, dark and handsome. His voice though was like liquid chocolate, not too high or low. It was smooth and velvety, like chocolate melting on your tongue. "I didn't realize your first day was going to be today." Derek said as he slung his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a hug. "Yeah I got called in early. You guys have a serial killer and need assistance. I have to go talk to Strauss first though." You stated to Derek before shrugging his arm off. "Good luck." Derek said with a chuckle. You entered the elevator and rode up to Strauss's office.
Walking quickly, with your head down. You made your way to the door, marked Erin Strauss, Section Chief. You gave a quick knock. Hearing a voice telling you to come in. You opened the door and walked in, giving Strauss a smile. Strauss put her pen down and swept her hand toward a chair. "Sit down Allison." You took a seat, placing your bag onto the ground. You placed your hand in your lap and looked at Strauss. "Welcome to the BAU. We certainly are glad to have you, especially after looking at your file. It seems you have a knack for this kind of work. I do need to tell you that you will be on probation for the first ninety days. We will then review your performance and then you will be a full fledge member of the BAU." Strauss placed her elbows on her desk and leaned forward. "I'm glad you are here, we are always looking for young, ambitious agents. You could advance quickly, maybe even becoming leader of the team." Strauss looked at you, raised an eyebrow and gave you a small smirk. You felt like telling Strauss to shut her mouth, but you pressed your lips together and counted to ten. Strauss has had it out for Hotch since day one. It's because she can't control Hotch. "Why? Is there something about Hotch that I need to know? Did he do anything?" Strauss laughed before shaking her head. "What hasn't he done?"
Strauss leaned back and opened up her top desk drawer. She pulled out a badge and a gun and slid them across the desk to me. "Like I stated before. Welcome aboard." you grabbed your bag and stood up. Reaching out, you grabbed the badge and slid into your pocket. You then grabbed the gun; made sure the safety was on and then slid it into your holster. You gave a quick smile to Strauss. "Thanks. I'm glad to be here." you walked out of Strauss' office and made your way down the hall to the main office. You caught sight of Derek talking to an older gentleman. You gave a little wave. Looking past Derek you saw your brother standing in his door way, hands crossed across his chest and serious look on his face. He tilted his head a little, telling you to come to his office. You gave a little sigh and walked toward him. Knowing full well that you were about to be told off by him.
You walked into his office, brushing past him. He shut the door and made his way to his desk. Hotch sat down and picked up a stack of papers. He tapped them on the desk and straightened them. "I don't have to tell you that as my sister, everything you do reflects back on me. I expect you to follow all the rules and when I tell you to do something, you do it. Am I understood?" before replying, you took a deep breath. Hotch really pissed you off. He was always so damn serious. He also was a stickler for the rules. He was definitely not someone to mess with. You on the other hand liked to bend the rules. "Of course, you act like I'm an ignorant child. I'm twenty-three, Hotch. I'm a god damn grown adult. " Hotch raised his eyebrows in surprise. You usually didn't talk to him like that. Hotch decided not to comment on anything you said, instead he handed you the stack of papers. "Sign these when you get a chance." standing up, Hotch grabbed his briefcase. "Let me go introduce you to the team before we head out." he walked toward the door, opened it and walked out. You stood up and slowly walked after him.
Hotch headed toward the briefing room, walking in after him, you saw Derek, the older gentleman from earlier, a blonde woman and an awkward man with his nose in a folder. Hotch cleared his throat before talking. "Team, I want to introduce our newest member. This is Allison Hotchner." with that being said Hotch sat down, took a folder and passed one to Derek. You smiled awkwardly and sat down on the other side of Derek. The older gentleman leaned toward you and stuck out his hand. "David Rossi." you shook his hand and gave him a smile. "Obviously the name is Allison Hotchner. You can call me Ally though." Letting go of your hand, "please to meet the sister of Hotch. You can call me Rossi." you raised an eyebrow at that. How did he know who you were? He must have been thinking along those lines. "Nothing goes on here that I don't know about." you laughed and opened your folder. "Has everyone read the briefing?" The blonde said as she stood up. She looked at you and smiled. "I'm Jennifer Jareau by the way. You can call me jj." you returned the smile and stated. "Nice to meet you. Call me Ally." she nodded her head and started to talk about the case. It seemed there was a serial killer who killed two families. He killed the children first, then the wife before finally killing the husband. Hotch stood up. "Wheels up in thirty." he stated before grabbing his briefcase and walking out. JJ and Rossi followed him out.
Derek turned toward you and gave you a smile. "How did meeting Strauss go." you laughed before you replied. "She seems like a bitch." Derek laughed and slapped the table. "That she does my dear Ally." he turned toward the awkward looking guy." Spencer aren't you going to introduce yourself" he asked. Spencer took his face out of the folder and smiled shyly. "Hi. I'm Spencer." You turned toward him and gave him small smile. You knew all about Spencer Reid. He was the youngest person to ever been accepted to the FBI. He also, if you remembered correctly, an IQ of 187, and like three PhD's. You yourself had an IQ of 162, but didn't flaunt it. "Allison. You can call me Ally though." You didn't try to shake his hand though, you remembered Derek telling you once that Spencer didn't like shaking hands. Spencer's face flushed a little as you smiled at him. He grabbed his stuff, stood up and walked out of the room. You looked at Derek and gave him a questioning look. Derek shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at Spencer's retreating form. "He gets flustered by pretty woman." He turned back to you and gave you a wink. "we better get going before your brother freaks out." You chuckled and stood up, remembering to grab your bag. You followed Derek out to the plane. You looked back at the building, and saw Strauss staring out a window at you. You turned back to the plane and boarded it. You knew it was going to be difficult case, this being your first one and being under Hotch. You loved your brother but you guys definitely didn't get along when he was trying to boss you around.
