Disclaimer:I own nothing except the original character, 'Sarah'.

Author's Note:This is my first story, and I hope you all will like it. The first chapter is kind of short, but I have to get this one over and done with to get all the other juicy chapters out. The next one will be updated next Friday, early Saturday. With a bit of reviews though, I wouldn't mind posting Chapter 2 a little earlier. :)

I stood at the training ring, dodging each and every one of Ryan's punches. My gift came in very useful at times like these.

Ryan tried to get a good punch at me in my gut but I saw his hands slowing before he could get inches to me, I grabbed his hand and twisted it almost dislocating his shoulder. I pinned him to the ground and I immediately and unusually heard some rapid clapping.

I spun around so quickly it would have probably scared someone that didn't know about me. I was expecting someone else and of course not Agent Hotchner. Where was my security at? I huffed at the open space of my Training area/ Garage. I looked at Hotchner as he was standing at the doorway smiling while two rather disgruntled agents shadowed him. One was dark and muscular and one was white and getting there.

I looked down at my own appearance, I was wearing one of my tank tops which I instantly regretted because of the lower neck line, a pair of sweatpants tucked into white socks and my favourite high- top sneakers. I was sweaty and knew this was no way to present oneself to the FBI. I looked up at Hotchner and he smiled, obviously forgiving myself for my appearance. I heard the white male, his name was Spencer... as I used part of my gift to identify him... mumble, "...Extraordinary abilities..." I guess Hotchner has told them about my gift. I smiled and walked over to Hotchner, at least he prepared his agents.

"Sarah, pleasure to meet you again... after all, it has been years." Aaron said with a taunting tone. I smiled at him, "I've been busy Hotchner, you should know that." He nodded with a hint of a smirk, and waved his hand towards Spencer, "Dr..." He started, but of course I cut him off, "Dr Spencer Reid and Agent Derek Morgan," I said with beaming confidence trying to do the littlest to show off. I smiled when the agents' confused and skeptical faces appeared, approached them slowly and shook each of their hands. My mind tingled a bit when I shook hands with Morgan. He had a more of a bad boy feel. What was really confusing was while I shook hands with Reid, he seemed to suck the feeling instead of giving one, but none the less I still felt that he had more of a lost boy vibe.

Hotchner looked at me and laughed, he knew what I was doing. He picked everything up quick, something I admire about profilers. My other clients were usually very distracting and not concentrated. The two agents looked at Hotchner as if he was crazy to laugh at me, the almost stalker. "You will never let me give a proper introduction? Would you Sarah?" I smiled back thinking of what he must be talking about, Jenna Millers, now she was a fun one. "Waste of your breath." I obviously concluded, smiling still thinking of Jenna Millers. Jenna Millers was one of the personnel I had helped; unfortunately she was so spooked of me and my gift that she kept clinging to Hotchner throughout the whole case.

I looked at all three and folded my hands behind my back. "What can I do for you guys?"I asked sincerely, speaking to the two. As suspected though, they let Hotchner speak up. "We need you," was all he said. I looked at him, I could easily search for the answer in his mind, but I wanted him to say it.

"How so?" I asked. Hotchner retaliated and rose up one eyebrow with a hint of a smirk. "I thought you could analyze my mind?" I quickly glanced at the other two agents beside Hotchner. They seemed shocked and confused; they kept looking at me in a very weird way.

I looked back to Hotchner smiling, "I can, I suppose...but making you say it is much more amusing and worth the watch." I chuckled, and looked at him, "Alright, fine." I gave up when he held himself together, I hated when he got all tough and stern.

I walked toward Hotchner, and Derek immediately tensed up. I ignored Derek and looked into Hotchner's mind; it wasn't a really hard thing to do. I was used to my 'gift' and I've been used to its abilities. I closed my eyes and instantly saw the same three people, in the same positions they were standing in when I last saw them. Each one of them had a bright light escaping from their brain, and I could see Hotchner's brain. I instantly was sucked into his mind. All around me were bits and pieces of his fragile mind. It was ordered and I picked the last one. Around me was a scene were five agents sat. They were discussing a very lethal cereal killer. His name was Bravo, and the team couldn't find any leads to him. He's asked a dozen of suspects but Hotchner suspected that they have been covering something up. Hotchner could not pronounce that to court without evidence, of course, Hotchner knew he needed me.

I then was sucked abruptly out of his mind. To me, that was about ten minutes. To anybody still in the outside world it took two seconds. I looked at Hotch and saw that he was frowning; I knew that we came to an understanding that I would not scour his brain of any personal matters. I re assured him though that I didn't, "Relax big boy, I saw what I needed to see. Nothing else." I made sure Hotchner understood me, and that our rules have never changed. "Hmm... So you need me at the BAU?" I tapped my finger against my chin and was rudely interrupted by a snort that came from Derek Morgan.

The other agent Dr. Reid was standing there, just carefully analyzing everything.

I stepped back and looked at the man. "Derek Morgan I believe. I will spare you the frustration and keep out of your mind. But," I raised my index finger to him, "I will also show you who you are up against."

Derek snorted and looked down on me, I was relatively small but I stood my ground. "What can you do? Besides," he motioned the next two words with air brackets, "read minds?" Derek was untrusting, he was the tough one and I understood that he didn't want another ass to protect. Reid was enough, according to him. I looked up at him, and I knew instantly that he would get confused with my next two words. "Shoot. Me." I said calmly and blunt.

Hotchner tried to interrupt and reason with me, but he knew that I was tough, smart and could take after myself, I quickly said in re-assurance, "It's alright Hotchner, I know what I'm doing."

I looked at Derek's raised eyebrow and skeptical expression. I backed up about ten feet. I looked at him again. "Grab your gun," I said. I used some brain power to force his hand on his gun. He wouldn't have done it if I didn't mentally force him, but like always, I won and he reached for his gun. "That's it" I encouraged him and myself for that matter. I looked him in the eye urging him on, taunting him, getting him mad it made it easier "now squeeze the trigger," he already had his gun aimed at me. I nodded, and I guess once Hotchner actually new Derek was going to shoot he yelled at him, but it was too late. He shot at me.

I was prepared. Everything that came at me broke in slow motion, meaning that I could grab it, even if it was as fast as a bullet. Apart of my gift was that my reflexes were very advanced. I caught the bullet with seconds to spare and I had it pinched between my thumb and my index finger.

I looked teasingly at all three of them. I passed the test. Some kind of test, which showed the two of them that I was a worthy alliance. "Hmmmm... Looking for this?" I asked with a victorious smile.

All three of them let out a sigh of relief. Derek looked at me, "Alright you got game," he then looked at Hotch and asked, "Let's go?" He was humiliated in a small way and I knew anybody would have acted that way, not to mention the fact that I mentally forced him to almost kill me.

Hotch looked at me pleadingly. I looked toward Ryan- he was quietly observing the scene, still tense in case I was in danger- and then back to Hotch. "It's not like I have anything better to do." I said truthfully. It took a little while for word about me from my clients to spread, and while that was happening I stayed cooped up at home, with only Ryan to accompany me. Hotch smiled, he knew all that.

He looked toward Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan. "Let's get back to the office, round everybody up and then on our way to the airport pick up Sarah." I know he was seeking my approval too. "Alright," I agreed and I looked at him, he looked back ready to speak, "Pack for at least three days. Were going to spend a couple of evenings there." I winked. "I knew that before you even said it." He smiled, again at the silly sounding truth and left, the two agents walking behind Hotch.