All I own is Paige and the plot...everything else is CBS.
This is my second story for Criminal Minds, I hope you like it.
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The short girl sat on a bench, waiting for the subway. Her hair was short, black, and curly, with a few blue streaks here and there. She wore it in pigtails. Her green eyes looked sad, her full, pink lips in a pout. Her nose ring glittered in the streetlights. She wore a black Guns n' Roses t-shirt, a black and white plaid skirt, black leggings, and high-top sneakers.
She had a black suitcase at her feet, and she carried a backpack. Next to her was a book, but she couldn't focus on it. She heard the subway approaching, so grabbed her stuff, and waited at the loading point.
The ride to the closest stop to the FBI headquarters was about thirty minutes. She thought the whole time. She thought about how unfair it was that her mother was dying, how unfair it was that her mother had sent her away. How her "father" didn't want her anymore after he found out that she really wasn't his daughter. Life was unfair.
It was about ten p.m. when she walked up the steps of the FBI headquarters. There were a few cars still in the employee lot. She wondered if one of them belonged to who she was looking for. She shrugged and tried the door. Locked.
"Dang," she said. Then sat on the steps, hoping someone would come out. She shivered. Virginia wasn't near as warm as Florida.
She heard voices and footsteps coming closer. She looked up, noticing two young agents exiting the building. Maybe one of them worked with him.
One of them, a slender, blond woman with blue eyes stopped.
"Can we help you?" She asked.
"I don't know. Do you know Dave Rossi?"
"Actually, yes I do. He works with me. I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau. What's your name and how old are you?" The girl looked to be no more than 16.
"Paige. Paige Haller. I'm 17." She said.
"Paige, are you in some kind of trouble?"
"No. Just lost. And I need to talk to Agent Rossi."
"Well, why don't you come inside and we'll talk." J.J. was very suspicious of the girl. It's not everyday at the FBI that you encounter a lost teenager sitting on the steps late at night.
"I'm not a runaway!"
"Whoa, no one said you were." The other agent said. He was tall, with a light chocolate skin, and a shaved head.
The two agents convinced the girl to go in the building. They brought her into the bullpen, and J.J. went to get Hotch. Moments later, Hotch and J.J. returned.
"Miss Haller? We're going to take you down to the Police Department."
"Look, I'm not trying to find trouble. I need to talk to Dave Rossi. It's urgent." Paige was nearing hysteria. She hadn't slept in three days.
"I'll call him." Hotch said. Seconds later he was calling Rossi.
"Rossi," the other man answered.
"Dave, we've got a girl here at the Bureau. Her name is Paige Haller, she needs to talk to you."
"I don't know her. Ask her what it's about."
"Paige, he wants to know why."
"Because," she said. "I think he's my dad."