Author's Note: This is my first attempt any any kind of "fan fiction", and the first fictional/character based piece I've written in over a year. First thing I've written at all in months- so please bear with me while I get my writing legs back! I'm not entirely sure where this story is going to go yet; so if you have any ideas, thoughts, suggestions or input I'd love to hear it. I'm not sure what else to say other than I wish I could say I'll be updating regularly, but I regret to tell you now that that will most likely not be the case- my job is a little hectic and unpredictable, and I'm about to be going through some big changes (moving, new job, not sure what's happen in the next chapter of my life, pardon the pun).

I hope you enjoy the story and the characters, I would love any feedback you guys have to offer. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of the Criminal Minds series, I am merely borrowing them for the moment, and promise to return them to their original condition when I am finished.

The car shuddered slightly as she cut the ignition, the steady vibrations of the engine quieted. Leaning forward over the wheel she peered up at the large grey concrete structure she had parked in front of. "Why they insist on making all of these buildings as hideous as possible " she didn t even bother to finish her thought as she opened the door and hopped from the jeep landing deftly on 4" heels.

"George Feign."

"Hmm? I m sorry-" the doe-eyed secretary smiled lazily, looking up from what can only be assumed was a very important text message.

"George" she carefully annunciated, "Feign" she finished deliberately.

The blonde secretary looked down at the appointment book open on her desk, stealing a glance, rather un-stealthily, at her cell.

"Umm," she said, tilting her chin slightly, looking rather perplexed, "he hasn't signed in yet, but if you want to wait, he should be coming in soon" she trailed off uncertainly.

With a smile that was almost more a smirk the woman in heels looked down into her purse pulling out a small plastic card to hold in front of the rhinoplastied nose.

"Georgiana Feign" she emphasized the first half of the word.

"Oh."

"Which way?" It was clear to Secretary Barbie as well as the small briefcase carrying audience that no further assistance would be required.

"In, uh, just through-" the blush in her cheeks quickly matching the shade of her lipgloss.

"Thank-you" without waiting for the rest of the answer. Sliding the ID card back into her large red bag she clicked off down the hall, disappearing through heavy double doors.