Happy holidays! I took down a lot of my stuff, well everything technically, because I wasn't working on anything I had posted up and I wanted a new start for the New Year. It's been a little while since I updated my Resident Evil fic but I've been swamped lately with Hurricane Sandy and then my semester ending and finals and then Christmas. I got my laptop for Christmas so hopefully I'll have more time to work on my fics now that I can portably work on them! Anyway I really wanted to start a new CM fic and I promise to keep working on this one because I have so many great ideas for it! So here goes!

Chapter 1

"How hard would it be to learn Russian, do you think?"

Cassidy looked at her roommate Brooklyn and raised a blonde eyebrow. "What happened to learning Japanese?"

"Changed my mind." Brooklyn shrugged. "A language that sound like I'm yelling all the time sounds more awesome. Besides, I'm part Russian, not part Japanese. So I thought my native language would be a better choice."

"You yell all the time as it is, love bug."

"I told you to stop calling me that." Brooklyn glanced to her right and groaned. "Where did Mark go this time? He was right here! When the hell did he sneak off? I guess I have to go find him."

"You'd guess right."

Grabbing her drink off their table, Brooklyn made her way through the bar. Knowing Mark, he was hitting on some random bimbo. "Damn it, Janet." She had a small laugh and glanced around. It took her several minutes but eventually she spotted her friend's brunette head.

Penelope Garcia suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. Next to her, her friends and coworkers Emily and JJ snickered. Behind them, their other friends sat at a table watching the three of them get terribly hit on.

Garcia was about to put a stop to it when she saw a familiar face heading towards her. "Hey, man whore!"

The entire team looked up as a girl walked over to Garcia and her suitor. The man let out an exasperated sigh. "Not this one either?"

The girl stopped next to him and shoved him by the shoulder. "Penelope is not a 'this one,' Mark. And she's way out of your league. Go hit on the blonde gone ginger over there. She looks like your type. No go."

Mark trudged off, defeated, and she turned to a grinning Garcia. "Penne pasta, long time no see."

"I told you to stop calling me that," Garcia shook her head, knowing it wouldn't do any good. Then she noticed the drink that her friend was sipping casually. "You're not supposed to be drinking, Brooklyn!" Brooklyn shrugged and Garcia grabbed her hand, pulling Brooklyn down into the seat at their table next to her. "You're allergic to alcohol!"

"I'm also allergic to shellfish and peanuts, but I consume large amounts of shrimp and raw clams every Friday night." Brooklyn finished off her drink and set the glass down. "Don't look at me like that, P. It's soda, not booze. I didn't think a trip to the emergency room would be fun tonight. Now your friends are all staring at me like I'm a talking chinchilla on crack so I think introductions are in order, sweetie."

"Oh, right, I forgot. Silly me." Garcia turned her attention to her team. "Guys, this is Brooklyn Wolff. She's an old friend. Brooklyn, this is JJ, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, David Rossi and our boss Aaron Hotchner."

Sitting in his seat at the end of the table, Hotchner glanced at the new arrival. Her name sounded familiar, somehow.

Derek, however, was busy eyeing her up instead of thinking about her name. Brooklyn was about as tall as Garcia and appeared to be in good shape. Her skin was the color of ivory and her wide eyes, gazing around the table with what almost seemed like a look of suspicion, were a bright hazel color. Her waist long, straight hair was dark brown, almost black, with bangs covering her forehead and was pulled up into a ponytail. She wore a low cut blue t-shirt with a black leather jacket over a pair of dark denim skinny jeans and knee high black boots. He could tell by the way Garcia was fawning over her that she had known Brooklyn for several years at least. He couldn't remember her ever mentioning this girl, though.

He wasn't the only one with an eye on her. He noticed Reid, sitting next to him, trying not to stare at her as well.

"When did you move here?" Garcia was asking her. "I haven't seen you in so long."

"About two weeks ago," Brooklyn responded. "I got an apartment nearby with Cass. You remember her, right?" There was a knowing grin on her face.

Garcia almost shuddered. "How could I not remember Cassidy Jones? I still can't look at pixie sticks the same way."

Something caught Brooklyn's attention and she sighed. "Now she's over there waving her watch at me. I think that means it's time to go. I should probably get home and feed Lila anyway."

"You still have her?"

"Of course I still have her. What kind of question is that? She isn't that old of a dog!" Brooklyn stood from the table after giving Garcia a hug. "Nice to meet all of you. I'll see you later, P." She gave them a wave and wandered off to go meet Cassidy.

It suddenly occurred to Hotchner where he had seen the name Brooklyn Wolff before.

~X~

The team had just finished arriving in the morning a few days later at the BAU. Seeing everyone was there, Hotchner walked out of his office, asking his guest to wait a moment. "Everything alright, Hotch?" Rossi asked, seeing the strange look on his friend's face.

Hotchner cleared his throat and began. "A couple days ago, Strauss came in and told me that she thought we needed another person on the team. I won't go into details but I want you to meet the new member of the BAU." He gestured to someone in his office and they all looked over to see who it was. "I think you all remember Brooklyn Wolff."

Kinda short but I hope you like it. Chapter 2 will show more of Brooklyn :) Read and review!