(an) hey guys, long time no see eh? I came up with this while reading someone else's fic, I haven't stole the plot line or anything from them, it was only one sentence that inspired it. If I could get some reviews from you guys and if you check out my other fics too it would be greatly appreciated. I'm also looking for a beta, just to take a glance over my work to make sure everything is okay, pm me if you are interested and I'm happy to return the favour too.
2005
I walked into the FBI headquarters at Quantico, Virginia with my head held had taken patience, determination and a lot of hard work to get where I was now. I had a small child that i had to take care of so I had to work my training around her care, but also having to go into witness protection. After he had found me again, I had gotten pregnant with my daughter. In a bid to keep my child safe, I changed everything about herself, personality, childhood and her name. I changed state and got my life back on track again, forgetting about my friends from Horizon.
Walking through the glass doors to the BAU, on the sixth floor, I looked around in amazement at what I had achieved. Needing to see an agent hotchner, I quickly spotted an agent getting some coffee from the kitchenette area. He was a scrawny looking kid, a little younger than me was and extremely geeky looking with his mouse brown hair and large, black glasses. I walked over and asked him to direct her to agent hotchner. Bless him, the kid turned beet red and stuttered an answer.
"Uh, um , he-um-up stairs and-um to the uh left" I thought it was quite cute actually, the fact he got that worked up about talking to someone.
I followed his directions to a T and right enough i came to an office with a name plaque stating "Aaron Hotchner unit chief" it looked so formal to me, i felt slightly intimidated by bit but shrugged it all aside and knocked politely on the door, waiting for a reply to come in.
Once I heard the "come in" I stepped into his office and politely greeted him.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer Jareau I am here for my first day as the communications liaison for your unit"
"Yes, agent Jareau. I will take you to your office and introduce you to the rest of the team, I will show you what it is we need you to do whilst picking the cases to ensure we take the highest priority cases." He replied, very formal, doesn't take any bull. I liked people like that, I just hoped that this was a first impression of my unit chief and not a permanent mask he had up.
He took me to my office, showed me how to pick the vase, seemed pretty straight forward then he took me o meet the other agents. I met the scrawny kid who was called Spencer Reid, three PhDs, graduated when he was 12, IQ of 183 and can read 20,000 words a minute. Impressive, the FBI had its own personal genius, they just didn't know that I was close behind with an IQ of 175. It all got changed with my new identity but it wasn't in the personal file. I met agent Gideon, he was a very wise man, although he wouldn't be coming on vases with us due to what had just happened in Boston where six of the agents were killed and he had a nervous breakdown. I also met the technical analyst penelope Garcia, she had this happy go lucky personality and managed to make you smile and feel her, her attire was bizarre and not office appropriate but she seemed to get away with it, same goes for her office. There was an opening for a profiler currently but the temporary profiler was agent Elle greenaway, she was friendly enough and tolerable, that's all I could say about her. Agent hotchner took me to meet one last agent. One person that I never thought I would see again.
"Agent Jareau, this is supervisory special agent Derek Morgan." He said. I felt my blood run cold at his name, I never thought I would be seeing him again, never mind end up working with him. As far as he knew I had dropped off the face of the earth, my US Marshall had told me they had to say u had died in a car accident to protect me and that's what they told everyone.
"Shelby?" He asked. The shock was evident in his voice.
"No, it's Jennifer Jareau, I'm the new communications liaison." I said, he could see right through the lie I had to tell, but I kept it up anyway, hoping nobody else seen through the lie.
I was shown back to my office after the incident and I shut the door and started to work. I heard a knock at my door, emitting a quick "come in" I did not expect it to be Derek Morgan to be standing in the doorway, with a face of relief, shock and anger etched into his features.
