"Just breathe, Natasha... They're going to love you," Natasha Smirnoff told herself as she walked into the BAU headquarters in Quantico, Virginia. She had recently been hired by an Aaron Hotchner to become a part of the profiling team; the youngest ever at the age of 23. Her long golden hair hung down her slender back and shone in the June sun. Her stilettos made a click clack sound on the pavement as she walked rhythmically into the building. She thought wearing a tight blue button down shirt and a black pencil skirt were the way to go.
The hungry male eyes agreed.
But the main thing about Natasha that stood out were her eyes. They were the color of aquamarine, and they shone with life. No matter how put together she looked, Natasha was nervous as ever. As she wandered down the halls she couldn't wonder what was behind each door... A different person... A different story...
She found the office of Aaron Hotchner, took two deep breaths, smoothed her skirt, and knocked.
"Come in," a gruff yet stern voice commanded. Natasha sauntered in and put on her best trademark full tooth smile as she introduced herself.
"Hello, sir. I'm the new agent you hired... Natasha Smirnoff?"
Hotchner cocked an eyebrow as he sized her up.
"Erm, yes. Pleasure to meet you Ms. Smirnoff. I'm Aaron Hotchner." He stood up and extended a hand and proceeded to give her a firm handshake; she matched the firmness which caught him off guard.
"Well, Ms. Smirnoff. In this field of business, there is certainly no time to waste, as I'm sure you know. You were recommended highly by your criminology professors at Yale so I'm expecting great things from you. You interned in DC?"
"Yes, sir. Trained with the Secret Service." Natasha quipped. Hotchner chuckled.
"Well, believe it or not... This job is going to require a lot more of you than your internship did. So, I hope you are prepared."
"I in fact am."
"I like your confidence. Now come, meet the team." Hotchner stood up and gestured to the door. The both exited and outside the door the team had already been waiting.
"Probably eavesdropping..." Natasha muttered, her eyes scanning her teammates.
"Team," started Hotchner, "This is the newest addition to our BAU family. Say hello to Natasha Smirnoff."
There was a woman with a pointed nose, sharp bone structure, and jet black hair who did not look like the kind of woman to fuck around with.
"Agent Emily Prentiss," she icily introduced herself with an outstretched hand. A semi gawky yet cute guy with disheveled hair stepped forward.
"Dr. Spencer Reid, a pleasure to meet you!" he quipped with dorky enthusiasm. Natasha giggled. Reid blushed. Next in line was an attractive woman with short, honey blonde hair.
"Agent Jennifer Jareau. But you can call me JJ." she said with a small smile. Next, a man with goatee and warm brown eyes stepped forward with an outstretched hand.
"Agent David Rossi. Pleasure to meet you," he said with a smile. Natasha couldn't help but think of how much he reminded her of her father. A quirky, curvy lady with thick glasses and platinum blonde hair stepped up.
"Penelope Garcia, hacker extraordinaire. Lovely to become acquainted with you." Natasha smiled; Penelope seemed like fun.
Suddenly, the most beautiful man Natasha had ever seen stepped forward. His skin was the color of caramel and his muscles rippled underneath a fitted heather grey t-shirt. Everything about him was so well defined; his jawline, his arms, his torso... Natasha found herself entranced with his beauty.
"Hey, Agent Derek Morgan, nice to meet you," he said smoothly, flashing a platinum white grin. Natasha felt herself turning crimson... She could feel his deep brown eyes piercing through her's; shivers were sent down her spine.
"Alright, now that we're all acquainted," said Hotchner, "who would like to show Ms. Smirnoff around and to her office? How about you Morgan."
"Sure, why not," Morgan shrugged. "This way, Ms. Smirnoff."
Natasha followed obediently, as her her heart rate tripled. She and never felt so entrapped, so attracted to someone in her life, let alone someone she had never met. He was magnetizing.
"So," began Morgan as he ran a large hand on his smooth head, "are you a fan of vodka?" Natasha was completely taken aback by his inquiry.
"Excuse me?" she asked with genuine confusion. Morgan let out a laugh. Damn, what a laugh.
"Your last name... It's a type of vodka." Natasha blushed. How could she have been so dumb? Of course that's what he meant. Quickly, she needed to brush it off and think of a good response.
"Haha, sorry. I'm more of a rum girl," she said cooly. Morgan cocked an eyebrow.
"Hmmm, sweet yet with a kick. I like that." he stated matter-of-fact, locking his eyes on her eyes. Natasha could feel her heart beating in her throat, as he suddenly grabbed her hand.
"Watch it, Smirnoff! You're gonna get yourself killed," shouted Morgan as Natasha was dangerously close to falling idly down a flight of steep, steel stairs.
"Ugh, I'm such a klutz," Natasha stammered, trying to brush off the excruciating embarrassment. She noticed he was still gripping her hand; he became aware of her gaze and let go quickly.
"Come this way, agent. Your office is right her next to mine." Morgan gestured to a maple door with golden letters embroidered on the door stating her name and position. Before she entered her office, Morgan stopped her.
"Hey, so the team is going out for drinks tonight. You should definitely come, it'll be a great ice breaker for you. Plus... Reid's extra nerdy when he's drunk," he said with a smile.
"I would love to," Natasha said without hesitation.
"Great, I look forward to getting to know you better. Be at Milligan's at 8," Morgan said with a quick wink, as he entered his office and shut the door. Natasha stood in disbelief.
"He did NOT just wink at me."
She turned crimson all over again.
