"Everyone, can I introduce our newest member who is starting today, Doctor Kadi Morris." No-one looked up from the centralised oak table. Agent Prentiss scribbled furiously on a notepad as Agent Rossi flicked effortlessly through a box of files. Agent Hotchner continued regardless. "Agent Morris, these are Agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi and-"

"Morris?" Dr Spencer Reid interrupted. "Professor of Fuel Sciences Kadi Morris?"

"Doctor Reid, I was hoping we would get to meet." Agent Morris pursed her lips and eyed him up and down. As women go, Kadi Morris was not particularly bad looking. Nor was she exceedingly pretty, with softened golden ringlets and doe-like brown eyes, she was, in fact, excessively average. She continued, "I read your latest article on mathematical facial symmetry in terms of victims of those with narcissistic personality disorders, fascinating really."

"Oh!" Reid rocked on his heels and smiled awkwardly. "Well, Thank you-" He tried to continue but was cut off by her soft, sharp words. "It was no way near my standard of writing, of course, but you did only graduate high school at 12 so I'll let it slide." Morris slid off her somber black coat and perched confidently on the remaining seat, Grey high waisted skirt and white blouse sitting perfectly on her curvy frame, void of a single crease. One thing was for sure, Kadi Morris was meticulous, in her job and in her ironing.

Penelope Garcia bustled into the room, clutching a pile of print-outs before being halted by the newcomer's icy glare. Agent Morris turned back to the rest of the team and cleared her throat.

"For those of you that don't know me, my name is Doctor Kadi Morris, Professor of Fuel sciences at Berkley, Doctor of Chemistry, Biochemistry, Philosophy and anthropology and soon to be a Doctor of Criminal Psychology."

"Wow." Agent Morgan smirked. "You really give Reid a run for his money, don't you?" Reid tried not to scowl. Morris had five years on him, not to mention that she finished High School at 10 and a half before receiving her first doctorate by the age of 18.

"Negative, I have an IQ of 189, Doctor Reid has an IQ of 187." "Dear God," Emily murmured "There's two of them!" Morgan sniggered and Penelope hovered beside him, handing out the paper still warm from printing.

"Okay, so, I worked my techy-magic and found twenty people who match the exact profile - Men in their mid to late thirties, with a history of spousal abuse, prior convictions for illegal steroid use and who drive dark coloured sudans." Agent Hotchner took the photographs from her outstretched hand and tacked them to the board behind him, standing back to survey his work.

"Which one of these men would have had the opportunity to survey the homes of several families long enough to know their daily routine?" Rossi mused, eyeing Morris cautiously as she swiftly got up from her chair and began to rearrange the photographs

"These three men work as real estate agents, so would have had access to any houses up for sale in the tristate area. You, can you see if there were any houses for sale near to the victim's houses? On the same street maybe?" She snapped, pushing herself onto her toes to reach the uppermost photograph.

"You? Don't talk to Penelope like that-" Morgan began, silenced swiftly by a glare from Garcia

"It's okay, my Chocolate god. I'll get to it right away, Kadi-"

"Call me Dr Morris." She murmured without emotion, sinking back into her chair and folding one leg over the other with precise motion. Everything she did was perfect- her papers were aligned perfectly in front of her, not 1 degree out of place. Her nails were trimmed and manicured a muted pink without a single chip to be seen. She was immaculate.

Penelope Garcia left the room, bustling back to her overcrowded office to spend another two hours following dead end leads.

"This man has been killing fathers in front of their families, surely someone must have seen something?" Agent Prentiss asked. "I think we should interview the children again."

"They've already been through enough, why don't Dr Morris and I talk to Mrs Stanthorpe again, see what she remembers?" Morris scowled and wrinkled her nose.

"I'd rather not talk to the subjects." She said coldly, rising from her seat and striding over to the door. "Agent Hotchner, can you show me where my desk will be?" She asked from the doorway. Seemingly, it was only Hotch that she spoke to with a shred of respect. Agent Hotchner nodded and followed her small strides, leaving behind an echoing silence.

"Well..." Emily muttered, as if it summed everything up.

"Subjects? Who the hell does she think she is?" Morgan growled, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingertips.

"She's a scientist. It's probably all she knows-" Rossi began.

"Statistically speaking, scientists are supposed to be more empathetic people than doctors." Reid butted in. "Although in this case, She is the exception..."

"'I have an IQ of 189' Oh come on, really?" Morgan shook his head. "I don't know what Hotch was thinking."

"She's a real peach." Rossi remarked sarcastically.