Twisted Whims of Fate
My name is Ayden Mitchell and I was just chosen to fill a position in the esteemed Behavior Analyst Unit. I joined the FBI for the sole purpose of becoming a profiler for the BAU. Before I go into detail I should probably tell you about myself.
I am 30 years old, and about 5' 5" tall. I have green eyes that change color with my mood and honey brown hair that is cut choppy to my shoulders. I tend to wear dress shirts, sweaters, vests, trousers, dark wash jeans, and my very comfortable Mary Jane's or converse. I have an IQ of 175 and always carry a book in my bag. I have a black kitten named Soot, an older and younger brother, one who is a car designer and the other is training to be a Navy Seal, and my mother is bi-polar and lives in an institution in California where my only friend takes care of her. But enough about me, let's get on with the story.
It was my first day in the BAU and I was very worried about meeting the rest of the team. I was directed to a woman about my age with blond wavy hair and a warm smile. "Um hello. I'm Ayden, the transfer." I mumbled meekly.
"Oh you are so cute! I'm Agent Jennifer Jareau but everyone just calls me J.J." She said while shaking my hand. "I have read your file and I have to ask, do you really have an IQ of 175?"
"I guess, though I don't really believe that one can measure intelligence with a number, everyone has talents and weaknesses."
J.J. gave me a strange look and muttered under her breath, "geniuses always so modest... I bet they will get along very well..."
I glanced at her but did not say anything. We made our way through the office and J.J. pointed out things such as the kitchen and the meeting room. Then as J.J. was showing me my desk, someone spoke.
"J.J. is that the transfer? She looks too cute to do much damage to anyone." a very handsome dark skinned man asked from his desk while looking me up and down, most likely trying to figure out how I got in the FBI in the first place.
"Yeah. Ayden, this is Agent Derek Morgan. Morgan this is Ayden Mitchell, the transfer." J.J. said while I extended my hand to greet him slightly flustered by his comment. "And you might not want to underestimate her Morgan, she has a double black belt in judo and has complete mastery of pressure points."
"Oh really?" Derek asked skeptically, "why don't you demonstrate something for me then Pretty Girl." He said with a smirk daring me to.
"Um I don't want to hurt you when I was just transferred to this unit." I said sincerely with a small grimace ignoring his pet name for me.
J.J. came to my rescue by compromising with him. "Morgan I have to introduce her to everyone, how bout you two have a sparring match in the training room later ok?"
"I guess that would work. Have you shown her the lair yet? Baby Girl will defiantly love her." He said while going back to catapulting paper balls onto a nearby desk with a plastic spoon.
"No I was gonna do that next, and can you stop doing that? You know how Spence hates messes." J.J. stated with a hint of annoyance and exasperation in her voice while leading me to a door, which I assumed, was to the so-called "lair" that Derek mentioned. I heard Derek grumble to himself but he stopped.
When we walked thought the door, the first thing I noticed was a woman with teal and green glasses and matching flower hairpin holding her blond hair back from her face. She noticed us immediately and as J.J. started to introduce me the woman jumped up and gave me a crushing hug saying how I was adorable and asking how could she bare to send such an innocent looking girl into the line of fire. I was torn between having a panic attack because she was touching me or passing out from lack of oxygen. I think the second one was winning when the finally the woman released her grip on my rib cage. As I gasped for breath she began to introduce herself. "My name is Penelope Garcia, I'm the amazing technical analyst for the team. You are by far more adorable than your file tells, I mean I saw your picture but it really doesn't do you justice. Are you ok cutie pie?"
Is it wrong that I wanted to respond with a very sarcastic remark? But I could see that was actually very concerned. Feeling bad for worrying her I felt compelled to apologize. "Yeah, I'm ok. I just was caught off guard." I said while smiling at Penelope. "I guess I don't really have to introduce myself since you read my file, but I'm Ayden Mitchell, and I am looking forward to working with you," I said with a small smile while extending my hand. Penelope gave my hand a funny look but shook it anyway. There was a sound and we all turned to face the opening door.
"Garcia can you look up when that transfer is supposed to arrive? I need a genius's opinion on something, and Spencer is nowhere to be found," an older man came in asking without looking up from his file. With no answer he looked up and I recognized him immediately. It was Agent David Rossi, senior agent of the BAU and close friend of the family. He gave me a confused look at first then recognition swept over his face and he gave a short chuckle. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Either I'm getting too old, or this is young Ayden Mitchell. How have you been kiddo?"
"I've been well Uncle, err I mean Agent Rossi. How about you, got any idea what your next book will be done? And are you ever going to let me proofread it for you? Your last one had twelve spelling and fifteen grammatical errors. I really don't understand how that's possible since I got you the latest software." I said with a small blush of embarrassment, I have to remember that he is my superior now and has to be addressed as such.
"Wait a second! You two know each other? And why did she call you Uncle?" Penelope asked with a stunned look on her face while J.J. just kept quite and observed the situation.
"This kid? I've known her since she started to walk. And by the way Ayden, if you are here to pester me about my book you better just run along cause it isn't done yet. Looks like you came all this way for nothing. Say, why are you back here with J.J. and Garcia?" Rossi said with humor that slowly changed to suspicion.
"Actually, Uncle, about that, I wanted to surprise you but I am the new transfer…"
