Rosalinda Connors was the essence of confidence. She was pretty, smart, tough, what couldn't she do? Oh, right, live without coffee. Every morning, she made a quick break at a local Starbucks for a cup of honest to goodness caffeine. Sure, it was overpriced, but being the daughter of two very successful doctors had its perks. Dr. Connors was a charming neurosurgeon, and the other Dr. Connors was a very sweet and popular pediatrician. That's why everyone was surprised when Rosalinda didn't go to medical school, but to another college in Boston to study architecture and sociology. Her parents were initially confused, but they respected her decision. She was fifteen when she started college.
In the beginning, there were some bullies, but a quick visit from her brother, Robert Connors, a tall, muscled man, fixed that. He was in the army. Graduation came in six years. Gone was the innocent, naïve Rosalinda Connors, and in came the annoyingly confident, perfect Rosalinda Connors. Her parents were exceedingly proud of her. Even when she said she was applying for the FBI. Finishing up the twenty one week course, she came back to Boston to apply for a job at the Boston FBI, because she wanted to stay close to home. There, she met twenty four year old Jillian Scotts, twenty two year old Megan Tylers, and twenty five year old Chris Jackson, her unit partners. Their chief, thirty year old Jocelyn Jackson, Chris's older sister, was a motherly person. She treated them all like her little children, even though they could easily overpower her.
Rosalinda stayed in Boston, and then, one day Jocelyn was shot down right in front of her own eyes. They were busting a drug dealer, who supplied high school student, most of who resold them to their classmates, and they had been ambushed. They had expected Diego Montez, not a group of ten dangerously armed men. Jocelyn was shot down shortly, and Rosalinda's high pitched scream called in for the SWAT team, who arrived in a matter of seconds. The ambulance came, no use. Jocelyn was dead. Rosalinda was depressed. They got a new unit chief, Tania Phillips, who was a nice person too. She was a very motherly person as well, and this time, they didn't push her away.
Then, on Rosalinda's twenty second birthday, she got a horrible surprise. Tania was standing at her desk with a file. A transfer request by Erin Strauss. Apparently, she wanted Rosalinda to come to Quantico, Virginia to join the Behavioral Analysis Unit.
"No," she said, affronted that they didn't want her in Boston anymore.
"Look, Rosie," Tania said gently. "Going would be a good boost for your career. Besides, Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi are two of the greatest profilers ever. Plus, I think you'd like living in DC. You always did like politics, so this would be nice for you. A change of scenery is good for everyone once in a while. Now, you are going whether you like it or not."
"That's cheap," she complained. "Why can't Jillian go?"
"Because, Erin Strauss was impressed by your many awards. She thinks you'd be a good asset to the team."
"Well, guess what?"
"What?" Tania asked, exasperated.
"I don't think so."
"Do I have to make you go?"
"How?"
"Megan."
"Oh, god, no!" Rosalinda said sarcastically. Her expression changed. "I'll give them a try. If I hate them, can I come back?"
"We'll welcome you back with confetti and a band," Tania teased. Then, she changed serious. "You can stay in my apartment in DC. I own one there because I used to live there, and for some reason, I still have it." She walked over to her small office space and opened a drawer. Tania took out a key ring with a Tigger keychain. "Don't judge me," she said, upon giving it to her.
"Thank you. I'd better give Erin Strauss a call."
"Good luck." Tania walked off to go fill out some more paperwork. The last case, involving missing high school teachers in Nashua, New Hampshire, had been particularly complicated, but in the end, they had rescued most of them. It was sick how a student would go and kidnap his own teachers, then torture them. There were sick people in this world.
"Thanks?"
Rosalinda sat down, reached for her phone, and then opened the file to find the number. Out spilled pictures of the team and their records. She put those aside and dialed the number.
"Hello?"
"I'm calling for Erin Strauss, I'm Agent Connors. You requested for my transfer," she started, only for Strauss to interrupt.
"Oh, lovely, are you coming? Or not?"
"I am coming. Agent Phillips is giving me the keys to her apartment in DC," she answered.
"That's nice," Strauss said absentmindedly. Then, she hung up.
Rosalinda rolled her eyes and slammed her head on the desk repeatedly until Megan came over and grabbed her head. Megan pulled over another chair and sat down next to her.
"Suicidal much?"
"Bitchy much?"
Megan sighed. "Heard about your transfer. I don't see why you're complaining. I'd do anything to get out of here and transferred to some new office. Plus, I heard that Aaron Hotchner is totally hot."
Rosalinda handed her the picture of Aaron Hotchner, only for her to squeal. Megan was easily distracted by male agents. She claimed that if she was ever going to get married, she would definitely marry an FBI agent. Megan Tylers is the only child of Phillip and Caroline Tylers, two FBI agents, retired, of course. Now, her mom teaches third grade, and her dad writes suspense novels. Megan was a socialite. She knew the people on the top, and quite often, that proved helpful to their cases.
They filled out paperwork about their case, laughed at Chris, who kept tripping over his own feet, and screamed when he chased them. Megan went to Rosalinda's apartment, and she helped her pack her clothes, shoes, and such. Tania's apartment was fully furnished, and Tania herself had a very nice style, so there were no worries about it. Megan left Rosalinda to finish her packing and said good bye.
After packing, she booked a flight for tomorrow, and then went to bed.
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"Agent Connors, it's a pleasure to have you. You have high recommendations from your agents back in Boston, and Strauss was very impressed by your level of integrity. She says you even gave her an honest opinion of her haircut." Aaron Hotchner chuckled. She had said exactly what he had thought her new haircut. Ugly, stupid, it looked like a bear attacked it because it was so ugly. "The team is very excited to meet you."
The entire unit was there outside the door, as if they were eavesdropping on the entire conversation. Excited was an understatement. Reid was impressed by her status of doctor as well. JJ, Garcia, and Emily all agreed she was absolutely adorable. Her brunette hair and big blue eyes made her seem like a doll. Morgan and Rossi didn't really form an opinion of her. They had some ideas about her, but nothing absolute.
"Hi," she said, smiling.
"Agent Connors, nice to meet you," Rossi said formally. "David Rossi."
"You can call be Rosie. Rosalinda's a mouthful. I don't even know what my mom was thinking when she named me that."
"Awwww," Garcia said. "She is cute! I'm Garcia."
"I'm JJ." She smiled.
"Emily."
"Derek Morgan," he said, smiling broadly. Everyone, even Reid, knew he was going to use a cheesy pick up line now. "Did it hurt?"
Rosie looked at him, confused. It was so sweet, Reid could have sighed. Garcia squealed again, but then again, she always does. "Excuse me?"
"'Cause you're an angel from Heaven," he finished.
She laughed. Not the response he was looking for or anyone expected. "I'm sorry," she said, drying her tears from laughing so hard. "It's just that I've always been called the devil disguised as an angel back in Boston. Trust me, I could never pull off the angel act."
Disclaimers:
I do not, nor ever will, own Criminal Minds.
Author's Notes:
This story is very similar to Perfection by my amazing cousin, Princess Fafa. However, she told me she was throwing it away, so I offered to buy it off her. I paid twenty dollars for a file holding five Word documents. Now, I'm changing them up to waffleninja007 standards. Not that Fafa's a bad writer, but she should just stick with her comedic little stories. She's a funny little girl. She should see her therapist more often. That's it. Review, reader, review.