Okay, this is my first fanfic EVER. So please don't completely rip it apart. This is an AU. For a little backgroud, Prentiss returned from London about a year after leaving, and now with the addition of Asren the team is now up to nine members. Asren is an OC, and I own her. As you can expect, I do not own Criminal Minds. Please review so I can get better!

It was a cold morning in London, when we boarded Interpol's private jet to head to America. So much had happened to me in the past two years, and I wasn't exactly sure why I was doing this. Clyde said this was the best thing for me, and I guess he was right and I did owe him. After all he had saved my life, when he rescued me. Leaning back on the leather couch, I watched Clyde, studing every movement he made read over the folder he had sitting in his lap.

Time passed slowly, but after about five minutes of just watching him, he looked up his light blue eyes watching me curiously.

"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" He asked with an annoying smirk on his face.

I let out a snort, and glared at him. Pointedly I turned my head away, feeling a blaze of annoyance as he let out a chuckle. This flight was going to be long.

I stretched out my legs across the couch sitting sideways and rested my head allowing the quiet lull of the jets engines calm me into sleep.

Meanwhile at the BAU~

Aaron Hocthner sat in his office looking over the new paperwork with a scowl. He had been overrode as for the assignment for the new agent of his group, Agent Dare. The woman's record was a puzzle, it seemed that she was being brought to the US by Interpol, and that the director of the FBI had approved her job in the BAU, directly. His disapproval was ignored.

A knock at his door interrupted his annoyed glare at the file, and he looked up as Rossi stepped inside.

"Still can't fight that transfer?" He questioned, as he glanced around the office.

"No." Hotch answered with a sigh. He tossed the folder at Rossi, and leaned back against his chair, watching as Rossi thumbed through it.

"When will she get here?" Rossi asked without looking up from the file.

"In the next hour." Hotch replied with a glance at the clock.

"She has an interesting record, Aaron. She may have offer us a different insight on the cases. Have you warned the team? I'm assuming she'll do remedial tactical training with Morgan and Prentiss?" Rossi asked, as he finally looked up from the file he was holding.

"I've spoken with them. I'm sure Garcia already has told everyone, everything there is to know about her." Hotch sighed.

Letting out a chuckle, Rossi sat the folder back down on Hotch's desk and turned to exit the room.

"I'm interested in this one, she seems like she'll be a handful." He said as he walked out.

The jet had landed and a non-descript black car was waiting to drive them to the FBI. The ride there was just as quiet as the plane ride from London. Thirty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a large building and Clyde exited, and walked around to open her door. He let out a chuckle as she glared at him before entering the building.

After going through security and up the elevator, the arrived outside the glass doors of the BAU. Clyde entered with no hesitation and walked quickly thought the bullpen, and up a small flight of stairs. I followed him at a quick pace, quickly taking note of the structure of the building and seven curious eyes watching her follow Clyde. He stopped outside of the door, and knocked before entering it.

"Agent Hotchner." He greeted with his lazy British drawl.

"Easter." Agent Hotchner replied curtly before turning his gaze to me.

I stared into his dark brown eyes with my own green eyes and watched him for a few moments before stepping around Clyde and spoke.

"Hello, Agent Hotchner. I am Agent Dare. I'm honored to work here, and to meet 's always been one of my personal dreams." I spoke quietly, profiling my new boss.

He didn't seem to be a man who took anyone's crap, though his response slightly surprised me.

"This is a job, Agent Dare. I'm not interested in getting to know you personally. You can go downstairs and I'm sure one of the other agents will show you your desk. Go, get to work." He spoke with an annoyed tone, and I quickly nodded and walked out of the office.

I walked down the stairs and looked around, and slowly walked over to the group of agents and noticed that the number had grown to eight and they were still staring at her. Calmly she looked at each of them before speaking quietly.

"Would one of you mind showing me my desk, please?"

The group exchanged a glance, before a petite blonde stepped forward.

"My name's Jennifer Jareau. Your desk is right here, next to Dr. Reid's, our resident genius." She spoke with a warm smile indicating the skinny man standing behind her to her left. He waved slightly and gave me a small smile which I returned quickly.

A black man stepped forward with a serious but warm expression and introduced himself.

"I'm Agent Morgan, I specialize in Obsessional Crimes." He said, while watching me, and stepped back as a brunette offered me a smile, "I'm Emily Prentiss, I specialize in Terrorism." Another brunette spoke, "I'm Alex Blake, I specialize in Linguistics." She spoke quietly, before turning to look at the other blonde.

"Penelope Garcia, Goddess of all things technical and the all knowing." She introduced as she bounced forward enveloping me in a hug. I blinked at her and let a warm smile greet her. I liked her, even though she seemed a little too bouncy for my taste.

Finally an older man stepped forward, and I recognized him instantly from many author shots in books.

"You're David Rossi. I've read many of your books." I said, with a slight smile.

"I am." He said coolly.

I looked around at the group, my new co-workers and slowly sat my bag down on my desk and looked at the stack of folders sitting there. Apparently satisfied with me, the team broke up and went to all their desks, as Dr. Reid sat down next to mine.

We had just sat down when my phone buzzed, and I opened it aware of Dr. Reid's curious gaze. A new text message, that made my heart stop.

"I still see you, love."

If you'd like to see more, let me know. I have several plans for the direction of this story. However pairings haven't been decided... so if you'd like to give me some thoughts there, I'd gladly consider them. Thanks for reading!