The team entered the Bullpen to be greeted by Erin Strauss and another young woman. Everyone looked exhausted from what seemed like a long hard case. I hopped off the desk I was sitting on and waited to be introduced. Strauss' cell rang catching all of our attention. I looked at her as she put her hand on the mouth piece.

"Sorry to have to do this, but I need to take this. You can introduce yourself to the team." Strauss stated and then walked off.

Great! Now I'm on my own and no a clue as to who these people are. Well buck up Adriana. Put on your game face and show them what you can do. I thought to myself.

As the team got closer I stood up straight, military style and approached them. "Good evening, I'm Adriana Rizzo. Ms. Strauss just walked off and left me to introduce myself, so please forgive me if I'm coming off really blunt." I rushed through in a slight panic.

A man, about mid-late forties, chuckled. "It's alright Ms. Rizzo. You can breathe now. We won't bite."

I exhaled the breath I didn't realize I had held. "Sorry. I always get nervous my first day on the job."

"First day on the job?" the youngest member repeated.

"Yes, Strauss told me that I would be joining your team. Oh and before I forget, she wanted me to give this to an Agent Hotchner." I stated as I pulled a file off of the desk behind me and held it out towards the team.

A man, a little bit younger than the first, reached out and took it. The look upon his face wasn't good. I had no clue what was in the file but by the looks of it, it was another case. He sighed and headed towards his office. We all watched him leave and shuddered slightly as he slammed the door. Turning back to the others I opened my mouth to apologize but was cut off by an African-American man.

"Wow, I've never seen him this mad." He said to no one unparticular. "I'm Derek Morgan by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you Adriana." He introduced as he shook my hand and then took his place at his desk.

"That was Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief, and I'm Emily Prentiss. Normally he's not like that but we've been swamped with cases lately. It's good to have you on the team." A long haired burnet stated as she did the same as Derek.

"This is Dr. Spencer Reid, and I'm Jenifer Jareau but every-one calls me JJ." A blonde woman said as she introduced herself and the youngest member of the team.

"I'm Penelope Garcia, the team's technical analyst. The man just now entering his office is David Rossi." Another blonde introduced.

"Ok, so let me get this strait, Aaron Hotchner is the one slamming doors, David Rossi is the eldest, you're the bubbly computer person, Emily is the mystery girl, JJ is the case worker, Spencer is the quiet one, and Derek…wait Derek Morgan?" I asked as realization hit me.

"Yeah Sweetheart?" Derek responded.

"Did you use to live Chicago?" I questioned as everyone looked at me in shock and curiosity.

"Yeah, how did you know that?" Derek asked just as shocked.

"It's been a while but I use to be your sister from another mister." I said just like I use to when we were kids.

He practically jumped out of his chair and ran to me. Picking me up in his arms and spinning me around, while we laughed, we hugged. It had been quite a number of years since we had seen each other. Putting me down, I stepped back and looked at him. Suddenly I burst into laughter.

"What's so funny Adri?" Derek questioned.

"You're exactly how I pictured you would look when we were kids. Attitude and everything." I laughed as he took a moment to think about it and then joined in the laughter.

"Let's get started." Hotchner said as he headed towards Rossi's office.

"Follow me Adri." Derek said as he offered me and Garcia his arm.

We both shared a laugh and took each arm. The team entered a conference room with a large round table in the center with enough chairs for all. I sat across from Emily and next to Derek. Going to the left sat Rossi, JJ, Garcia, Hotchner, and finally Reid. I was getting nervous again but a warm hand rested upon mine which calmed me down. Following the hand's arm I found that it belonged to none other than David Rossi. A little shocked, I, as politely as possible, pulled my hand away. Maybe he didn't realize where his hand was. I thought as JJ started going over the case.

The case was gruesome. This unsub, as the team referred to the killer, was one sick puppy. He had completely destroyed all parts of the bodies. They were so destroyed that they were almost non-recognizable. The only way the victims were recognized was by a tattoo and their wedding ring. I felt bad for some reason but I shrugged it off. Once the feeling was gone I became slightly angry. A warm hand rested upon my left shoulder causing me to slightly jump. I looked at the owner, who just smiled back at me.

Smiling back lightly, he said, "It's time to go, if you want you can ride with me to the air strip."

"Thank you Rossi. I'd like that very much." I smiled warmly at the older gentleman.

We all headed towards the parking lot except Garcia, who returned to her office. Hotchner walked to his SUV, Reid to a sedan style car, Derek to a newer SUV, JJ and Emily to sporty sedan cars, and Rossi led me to his pickup truck. Smiling as he opened the door for me, I thanked him and informed him that I had to get the keys for my transportation first. Everyone watched me from their own transportation and became jaw dropped once they saw that I pulled the keys out of their hiding spot on a 2008 Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glide with a forward facing canon air filter, taped thunder header exhaust and a 96 cubic inch twin cam motor. Smiling I hopped into the passenger seat of Rossi's truck and placed my hands in my lap as he closed the door. Pulling out of the BAU parking lot and onto the open road, Rossi and I started talking.

"So, how do you know Morgan?"

"We grew up together. We're like brother and sister." I responded as I watched the world pass by my window. "Why did you put your hand on mine earlier?"

"You looked overly nervous and I thought it would help calm you down. If I made you uncomfortable I apologize."

"No, it's fine. It was honestly a little uncomfortable but I had thought that was why you did it." I smiled to myself.

"Do you have any hobbies?" Rossi asked with a side glance my way.

"Yeah, you?" I ask back.

He chuckled lightly and replied, "Yeah. I bird hunt and write. What are yours?"

Also lightly laughing I replied, "I hunt, never tried bird hunting though, and I sing and dance. Oh and I doodle."

"Doodle?"

"I wouldn't call it drawing or sketching."

"I see. If you would like, I could take you bird hunting next season." Rossi offered.

"I would like that." I smiled as a semi-acquired silence fell upon us.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's your story?" Rossi questioned as if treading in unsafe water.

"Well, I spent most of my childhood with Derek. Then after he left for college, I went into the Marines. I've been there till just recently when I was discharged due to injury. Honestly I was pissed about that discharge but now that I think about it, if I hadn't been discharged then I wouldn't be here." I smiled. "After my discharge I returned home hoping to see Derek and found out that he was working for the FBI. So I moved here to D.C. looking for a job and ended up saving Strauss' life and got this job."

"How did you save her life?" Rossi asked now very interested.

"Well there was a bank robbery in progress and she walked right into the gun fire without realizing it. I tackled her to the ground just in time but got grazed by the bullet."

"Wow, who would have thought that she would actually use a bank." Rossi laughed.

"I take it she's not very much liked."

"Yeah."

"That's good. I was thinking I was the only one who couldn't stand her." We both laughed at that.

"When did you start to hate her?" Rossi questioned.

"The day we met. She started yelling at me for tackling her until she realized what was going on. Then today when she left me to introduce myself. She just gives off that vibe that makes you not like her." I smiled warmly as we pulled up to the airport.