AN: sorry it takes so long to get to the point, but this is my first fanfic (Woo!). Any comments would be greatly appreciated, and I hope to update it ASAP, but I have exams coming up so I'm probably going to be concentrating on them right now. I have quite a good idea of what is going to happen and I hope you all like it! Also, on another note: I'm British, so I will probably have British spellings of things thanks to autocorrect and the way I was brought up. I also might use the British words for things, but as all of the characters in this fic are American, I'm going to try not to. Thanks!
I was flicking through a book of names with a picture of a baby on the front, but I wasn't pregnant. My cover had been blown and I needed a new identity. My time in Vegas was up, and I was being moved to a new safe-house in Virginia, where I would start work and stay until I was found again. If I was found again. It had been three years and I hadn't slept without the nightmare I was currently living. I stopped flicking through the book as a name jumped out of the page at me. "Morgan. Unisex. Celtic. Lives by the sea." Perfect. Now I just needed a surname. Morgan Small had a certain ring to it, and it was very suiting considering my just below average stature. Hell, if I was going to be stuck with a name, it might as well entertain me!
After a while of debating with myself, I settled on Kirk. Morgan Kirk. It sounded right, I wouldn't get sick of it, and it tied back to my Father's Norwegian heritage. It was excellent, and it suited me. Bonus.
For the past three years, I had been Suzanne Howard, and all of a sudden, I had to change my name on the off chance I would be brutally murdered or kidnapped since my location had been found. The marshal - Dave I think his name was - filled in all the appropriate paperwork and with that my new identity was born.
"Thank you Dr. Kirk. If you could remain seated for a moment, we will have you on a jet to Virginia in no time." Dave told me, as he stood from my sofa to make himself a cup of coffee.
"Excuse me sir, but I was wondering if I could pack a bag of belongings to take with me?" Dave nodded, and explained I had to travel light, with no electronics and minimal amounts of clothing that were unlikely to be recognised. Just the bare necessities. Because of these rules, I packed as many books from my "library" as I could manage. I took two pairs of my many converse, a pair of pyjamas and a toothbrush, One pair of black skinny jeans, black and grey striped top, a white linen shirt and a tweed blazer. I knew I didn't need everything on the list, but I couldn't bear to part with some of them. My hold-all was only half full but it was all I was going to take. I knew from experience I would be given an allowance to buy new clothes and furnishings for the new apartment. The government is kind of great in that respect. Well, they are for people under witness protection.
"Ma'am, the car is here to take you to the jet, it's time to go." I nodded to Dave as I took a final, clichéd look around my apartment where I lived as Dr. Suzanne Howard, and left as Dr. Morgan Kirk.
After the tiring four hour trip, I arrived with my marshal guard Dave to the second floor of the Capital Plaza apartments. He handed me the keys to apartment 22, which I unlocked and stepped inside. I turned to Dave, who was still standing outside, thanked him and told him I would call him if I needed anything. "You can go now, Dave." I said to him. He nodded, and turned on his heels, in an almost military like fashion, and left. It was 3AM, and I had plenty of time to get settled in before my job interview that had been set up by Steve and his team for tomorrow morning. In the apartment, there was a suede sofa and a coffee table. Laying on the coffee table was a cell phone and my resumé, complete with my new name. Another look around the apartment showed A small but useable kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom with a closet and a very comfortable looking bed. Which is where I found myself when I woke up four hours later.
As I sat up from what was a very pleasant nap, I shuffled into the bathroom and stared at my messy hair, and the makeup halfway down my face. I turned to my right and I saw a shower so, naturally, I ran the shower. I tamed my fair hair, and picked up the dye that I found in the cabinet. I had said I would dye my hair ginger, and ginger it was. I applied the dye and after an hour, I was clean and looked totally different. Now all I had to do was show up for my job interview, and give my spare key to my neighbour.
I knocked at number 23. Within moments a young, tall man had opened the door. His hair was long and light brown, he wore slightly horn-rimmed glasses over his light brown eyes, and he looked intelligent.
"Uh, hi." I began, mentally kicking myself for being so awkward. "I've just moved in next door at number 22 and I was wondering if I could leave my front door key with you, I have a habit of locking myself out and I would completely owe you one. I'm Morgan, by the way. Morgan Kirk." I babbled, while offering my hand for him to shake. He seemed uncomfortable taking my hand, but shook it nonetheless, perhaps to avoid seeming rude.
"Spencer Reid." he said with a shaky smile.
"Sorry to have to ask, but I'm new to the area. Do you know how to get to the FBI building in Quantico? I have a job interview there in a few hours." I was rambling again, but Spencer Reid didn't seem to mind. He gave me directions and told me remarkable facts. If my degrees in Psychology and Sociology were anything to go by, he was a genius, and he knew it.