So, I've been thinking about this for the past 48 hours, so I've decided to write it. Here it is. My Criminal Minds Fan Fiction. Oh boy..

-WW908

Behavioral Analysis Unit

Monday, 9:30 P.M.

"Damn."

Papers flew from Agent Hotch's fingertips, and on to the floor. He was in a hurry, trying to get out of the stupid office space before ten o'clock. It seemed stupid for him to have to stay this long, filling out paper work for his boss, who wouldn't even tell him what was going on. He looked through the papers he collected from the floor, and stood up.

"Something wrong, Hotchner?" Director Strauss asked with an irritated tone of voice. Hotch looked up from the paperwork, and grimaced. At least, he thought to himself, she backed off the team.

Like hell, she has. After relentless tries, and fails, to get Hotch away from BAU, he was almost ready to quit. But, he kept that quiet. Naturally. She was a hardcore boss, but, hey, must deal with what you're given. But, sometimes, it's a bit annoying knowing that no one is getting a higher ranking in the FBI no matter what.

"Yeah, what's with the paperwork, here, Strauss?" She glared daggers at him, and finally spoke.

"New faces."

"New faces?"

"That's what I said, Hotchner." She replied. If there were any lady he'd want to hit, it would be her.

"Agent?"

"Wrong. Assistant. She's not qualified quite yet to take on a role as an agent in BAU. She's working on that. Brilliant young woman, around twenty-five or so." She said, while snatching the papers out of Hotch's hands. He let her have them willingly.

"She's arriving here tomorrow. Be ready, Hotch. Good night." She nodded, and exited the building without a second to spare.

"Well, alright." Hotch whispered to himself, getting his coat from his desk, and leaving the building as well.

"Keeping secrets in a family never lasts long. Spill it."

Hotch was in a bigger hurry than before. He was busting his ass to get himself over to some Pizza parlor that Garcia wanted everyone to go up too. He had finally said he would come to this outing, after getting someone to baby sit Jack. As he pulled into the parking lot, he saw through the window his team, joking around, and getting along. He wondered what this 'new face' could do to his team. He knew the director thought they were sloppy enough, but will she tear anything else? He hoped not.

Who was he to say this, anyway? He didn't like being quick to judge anyone, especially someone he's never met. He was thankful for his wonderful team, which had bonded into a family over time. He was thankful for that, and anyone who would even dare to come between that…well, there'd be consequences.

Hotch parked, then hopped out his car. He walked to the door, and pulled it open swiftly. He walked to the corner table, where his team was sitting.

"Hey, Hotch!" Penelope Garcia shouted when she saw him, coming around the table to give him a hug.

"Hello, Garcia." He nodded friendly to everyone else, and sat down next to Derek Morgan. Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia definitely had a 'thing'. They were always flirting with each other, and always with each other. Plus, they made an interesting couple.

Derek's past always seemed so sketchy to Hotch. He was living in Chicago as a teen, and was pretty much a juvenile delinquent. Apparently, a minister rescued him, and was later convicted as a child molester. He really never talked about that to Hotch.

Penelope was a different case. She lost her parents at a young age, and lived 'off the grid' as a computer hacker. She was offered a job in return for her jail sentence after hacking into some of the FBI's equipment. She's funny, and very reliable.

"Hey there, Hotch, what took you so long?" Said Agent David Rossi, who worked with Hotch in the early days of BAU. He took an early retirement to write books and give lectures on Criminal Investigations, or something of that nature. He and Hotch were pretty close.

"Strauss had me doing paperwork for-" He stopped suddenly. Should he tell them now? Or should it wait until tomorrow?

"What?" Said that youngest of the BAU team, Dr. Spencer Reid. Spencer was an interesting fellow. Graduated from Las Vegas High School at age 12, and holds PhD's in math, chemistry, and engineering. He has an IQ of 187, which turns out to be higher than Albert Einstein's. He has a massive difficulty with talking to girls, and was teased to death in school. His Dad abandoned his mother and him, apparently not being able to deal with Dr. Diana Reid's paranoid schizophrenia.

"Just make damn sure to be in the office tomorrow morning." Hotch said, almost angrily. Spencer looked over at Morgan, who shrugged softly, wondering what had made Hotch so…mad.

"So, Spencer, I heard you had a date with some girl tonight?" Agent Emily Prentiss said, stifling giggles.

"Well…yeah. It didn't work out." Spencer said, taking a sip of his Mountain Dew, and then placing it hard on the table.

"Obviously. You wouldn't be here…." Garcia said boldly.

"It's Spence, Pen. He wouldn't even let it go that far on a first date." Morgan said, also stifling laughs. Spencer sighed.

"Not going so well, Reid?" Hotch asked, giving Spencer a comforting look.

"I think I might as well give up." Spencer looked down at his hands that were sitting in his lap.

"Reid, that is absolute crazy talk." Morgan shook his head, laughing. "First off, we're guys. We don't quit. Especially when it comes to girls. Second, I guarantee you'll find someone you'll fall in love with soon. I promise, buddy." Morgan smiled encouragingly.

"Preach it, hot stuff." Penelope said, smiling so wide, she looked like the Cheshire Cat.

"To somebody else. Face it, I'm just horrible with girls." Spencer sighed, exasperated with him. Hotch and Rossi laughed, and then continued eating the left over pizza crust.

"So, why exactly are we to report to the office space, Hotch?" Garcia asked, a puzzled look sprouting on her face.

"Well, I have a very important announcement." Hotch answered, although hoping no one will ask any further questions.

"Director Strauss got kicked out?" Prentiss asked, laughing. "Whoops, sorry, wishful thinking." This cracked up the whole table.

Before they knew it, it was closing time at the pizza place, and everyone left. Morgan went with Garcia, Prentiss left, then Reid, leaving Rossi and Hotch alone, standing by their cars.

"So, I won't tell anyone. What's got you all worked up?" Rossi asked Hotch, feeling concerned for his friend.

"New face. Assistant. Pretty much filling JJ's spot."

"Reid's not going to take that well. They were almost best friends."

"Tell me about it. But the assistant thing, that's a complete bonus for you, me, and everyone else."

"Don't I know it, Hotchner? Don't I know it." Rossi replied, chuckling sarcastically.

"Well, I better go relieve Shane of her baby sitting duties. Good night, Rossi."

"Night, Hotch." With that last goodbye, each climbed into their vehicles, and sped on home.

Hotch just hoped no one would be mad at him. Not that they should be. But, still.

Rossi just hoped that Reid didn't take it as badly as he took JJ leaving.

Tomorrow could pose as a very interesting day for everyone.