AN: No copyright infringement intended. All recognizable characters belong to their makers, I only own what comes from my own crazy mind.
Knowledge is power. Everyone knows this, what everyone doesn't realize is that too much knowledge is annoying. My name is Victoria Wilson, but everyone calls me Tori, and I have something called hyperthymesia. Some look at it as a "disability" while others look at it as a "gift" to me it is both. I remember everything, and when I say everything, I do mean everything. You could ask me about any day in my life and I could tell you what I was wearing, what I ate for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and anything else that may have happened that day. I can't forget anything. No matter how hard I try, I remember EVERYTHING!
Due to my condition, I was exceptional in school. I am not saying this to brag, I am simply stating a fact. I graduated high school at 14 and graduated college with a PhD in criminal psychology at 19. I could have graduated sooner, but they require certain amounts of "outside experience" which I couldn't really speed up. During my teenage years, I learned the craft of cyber hacking. I learned how to hack into any database or mainframe in the world. The FBI, CIA, NSA, even Starbucks…did you know they add nutmeg to their coffee? Had I been older and more mature, I never would have been caught, but seeing as I was a teenager I did some stupid things. I decided to send e-mails from the director of the NSA to all of the employees stating that I (Director Alexander) had a secret love for red gummy bears. Now, this may seem foolish, and it was, but at the time, I found it amusing. It wasn't so amusing when the NSA came to my door 8 days later to arrest me. At the time I was only 13 years old, and, needless to say, they were surprised. Instead of being arrested, I was questioned and eventually offered a job with the government. I accepted the position to help with the network defenses of the one and only US of A. I was bored out of my mind, but they paid me and paid for college, so I dealt with it.
Now that I have a doctorate, I decided to apply to the FBI. I want to work in the Behavioral Analysis Unit with my "Uncle" Aaron Hotchner. I have known Aaron for many years, pretty much since I started working with the government, as he was the one who interviewed me. We have kept in touch over the years and I have adopted him as my Uncle. Working with the BAU and my uncle has been my dream since I was 15, and I haven't let anything stand in my way.
Due to my clearance level and my history with the government, I quickly went through FBI training at Quantico and soon I was applying for a position with the BAU, under a pseudonym so there would be no rumors of nepotism. Not even Uncle Aaron knows that I am applying. If he did, he would never let me in. "You don't need to see this ugly side of the world, Tori" is what he would tell me. He thinks I need to be protected from the things he sees every day, but this is my dream and I want to show him that I can do this job.
My e-mail just pinged – I got the job!
Walking into the bullpen of the BAU is like walking into a bee hive. There is a low hum from all the worker bees talking and doing their jobs. It is overwhelming, but I straighten up, put on my most confident expression, and begin my walk to Uncle Aaron's office. Looking through is window as I walk up, I see him hunched over his desk hard at work. I confidently knock on the door.
"Enter" I hear through the closed door.
I open the door and walk in with my transfer orders in my hand. Uncle Aaron looks up, surprised but happy to see me.
"Well, this is a nice surprise. What are you doing here?" He asks me as he walks around the desk to give me a hug.
After releasing each other from the hug, I nervously reply "I'm here to start my new job." I hand him my transfer orders. His face is filled with confusion as he looks through the file I have just handed him until clarity fills his face. It is quickly replaced by irritation.
"Before you get mad –" I begin.
"Before? I am already mad!" he responds.
"I know, but please at least hear me out?" I beg, giving him my puppy dog eyes that he can never say no to.
"Fine." He abruptly replies.
"I know that you didn't want me working with the BAU and I knew you would throw out my request as soon as you saw my name, so I applied under a pseudonym. You picked me because I was the best candidate for the job and you know it. At least let me try. I promise that if it becomes too much, I will quit immediately." I quickly spit out, hoping that he will listen to reason.
"How many times did you practice that speech?" He questions.
Shyly I reply, "32 times." I give him a weak smile.
He quietly walks back to his seat behind his desk while motioning for me to sit across from him in one of his visitor's chairs. Quickly, I sit and wait (im)patiently for him to speak. He is silent for almost 5 minutes and I am starting to get antsy.
"Okay" he finally says.
"Okay?" I respond, surprised.
"Yes, okay, you can join the team, but on a conditional basis. I will be keeping a close eye on you and I want you to come to me with any concerns you have. You have to promise me that you will stop if it becomes too much." He demands.
"Totally!" I respond excitedly. He gives me a look and I calmly say, "I mean, of course. Those conditions are very acceptable." He rolls his eyes at my obvious sucking up attempt. "Thank you so much Uncle Aaron!" I rush around his desk to give him a huge hug.
I see his slight smile out of the corner of my eye as we hug. He clears his throat as he stands up and says, "Well, I guess this means that I need to introduce you to the team." I give him a big smile as we walk out of his office and back into the bullpen where I will meet my new teammates.