I own nothing except for my OC's

Songs used:

All Time Low- Coffee Shop Soundtrack

Jem- Crazy

Amelia

"Awe, fudge!" I mutter, as I try my best to wring out my clothes from the very sudden downpour from outside.

"I knew I should have brought an umbrella. Note to self; listen to self." I tell myself.

I look up from wringing out my clothes and see an old woman staring at me, her eyes bleeding disapproval.

I wave at her, mentally cringing. "The rain, it was sudden- didn't bring an umbrella, I'm hungry- haven't slept much lately -" I stumble through, not knowing why I'm defending myself from a stranger.

She huffs and walks away, the chime on the door sounding the only evidence she was ever there in the first place.

If her nose had been any higher she'dv been sniffing God's booty.. I thought to myself, snickering.

Shaking my head, I mentally try to check myself back in and remember where I was. Starbucks, right. Coffee first, resume life next.

I walk behind the next person in line and wait, tapping my foot impatiently to a random beat. After about 23.4 minutes, trust me I did the calculations, I start getting annoyed. The people in front of me obviously aren't in a hurry to get anywhere, unlike myself with a job interview at the bau in… I check my watch and my eyes widen into saucers.

13 minutes! Shit…

My impatient foot tapping gets louder and more frantic as I glance up at the movement of the line, then back at my watch. I bite my lip, a habit I picked up when I'm nervous and glance back and forth from my watch to the line then back again.

"Gosh dang it!" I yell out loud, causing the entire room to jump and a toddler to drop her muffin, igniting a loud shrill cry to pierce the room as a result.

I close my eyes in pure agony and twist around in line, pushing the door of the shop open and walk out, ignoring the evil looks I was getting from patrons.

Hey people, you're lucky you get to live. I don't have my coffee, who knows what I'll do. I had done the calculations and I never would've made it on time for my interview if I hadn't had left.

Walking into the bau of Quantico, Virginia, i'm not going to lie I felt pretty damn important. The marble floors, after I had walked in looked as if someone had literally just gotten done cleaning them that very second. I looked around, in awe and wonder then abruptly remembered why I was there in the first place.

Right. Job interview.

I walked in the direction I had been informed of on the phone by a Mr. Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner and came to a large glass door that read, 'Department of Justice, Federal Bureau of Investigation: The Behavioral Analysis Unit' I push it open and walk in, surveying everything and taking it all in.

An older man, maybe in his mid 40's, walked up to me in a pristine suit and tie holding out his hand for me. I took it and shook it.

"SSA Aaron Hotchner." He informs me, a serious look plastered on his face.

"Dr. Amelia Evelyn." I tell him, smiling slightly.

He turns around, holding out a hand for me to pass.

"Up those stairs to your left." He informs me.

"Thank you." I say. And begin walking in the direction he lead me to.

When we got to the door, he opened it for me and motioned me in.

"Take a seat." He says, taking a seat himself in his desk chair.

I sit down in one of the chairs placed in front of his desk and prepare for my interview.

"Alright, I think I've heard enough." SSA Aaron Hotchner tells me, getting up from his seat and producing his hand.

"Welcome to the bau, SSA Dr. Amelia Evelyn." He says, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

I blink, getting up and shaking his hand. "Thank you, Mr. SSA Aaron Hotchner." I say, a little in awe that I had gotten the job.

"Please, just call me Hotch." He tells me.

Something in the room beeps and he retrieves his phone from his pocket, and reads it. He looks up and puts it away.

"Looks like you're starting earlier than expected SSA Dr. Amelia Evelyn." He says.

I cough and glance away.

"Please, just call me Amelia." I tell him.

I glance back to see him nodding and he opens the door for me. I walk through and he walks in after me, leading me to another door where he opens it. Immediately, 5 faces are glancing back at me in eager awareness. Hotch is quick to make introductions.

"This is SSA Derek Morgan, pointing to a buff African American male.

This is SSA David Rossi, he says, pointing to a guy in his early 50's who smiles at me.

This is SSA Jennifer Jureau and SSA Emily Prentiss, he points at two women one with beautiful blonde hair and the other with gorgeous brunette hair.

They also both smile at me, lifting coffee cups in greetings. I swallow a lump in my throat.

I'm having caffeine withdrawal as we speak. I groan internally.

And this is SSA Dr. Spencer Reid, he says to me pointing to a skinny brunette male who's head is plunged into a book.

I squint to try and read the title. The Illustrated man by Ray Bradbury.

Interesting… I think to myself.

Just then, the door opens and a blonde walks in with a slight bounce in her step, heels clicking on the marble floor.

"Hello, crime fighters, it's time to do what you do best and deliver justice because some villains just aren't-"

she stops abruptly when she sees me and stops mid sentence.

"Oh- Uhm, hi." She tells me, smiling.

"And this is our queen around here, Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia." Morgan states, proudly.

"Oh, flattery will get you nowhere chocolaty goodness." Garcia says, flirtatiously to him.

I blink, coughing into my fist. The rest of the team laughs as if it's an everyday occurrence.

"And this- everyone, is SSA Dr. Amelia Evelyn." Hotch tells everyone.

They all look at her surprised, Rossi is the one to break the silence.

"Doctor?" He asks her.

"2 phd's." I inform him.

"One in English and the other in Criminology." I finish.

They all stare at me, looking as if they're hiding a secret. SSA Dr. Spencer Reid I noticed, was now not engrossed in his book at all, in fact he was now looking directly at me, his eyes wide.

"So, how high exactly is your iq?" Morgan asks her.

I fidget a little, uncomfortable talking about how intelligent I am. Reminding myself how different I was from everyone else.

"185." I answer somberly.

The room goes completely silent until it's broken by Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia.

"She's the Girl Wonder to his Boy Wonder!" She shouts, excitedly.

I look at her, confused and out of the corner of my eye see SSA Dr. Spencer Reid's cheeks tinge pink and he puts his book in front of his face to hide it.

Hello, everyone! I hope you enjoyed this first little sneak peak of my brand new fanfic. More to come! Now, it's time for me to go eat because I'm starving! x3 but don't you worry, I'll be back. 😎😘