A/N: Alright guys, for those of you that know me, I finally recovered my flash drive only to have it stolen. :'( Anyways, I need to try and organize the stories lost, so for right now, I'm trying something a little new. Forgive me, I promise to get to the other ones. Until I do, though, check this one out.

I own nothing, as usual, and since Criminal Minds is a rather new love of mine, I don't know everything about the show. Enjoy!

Hotch couldn't stop staring at the young slip of a girl sitting nervously in the chair in front of him. Her long legs barely fit under the edge of the table, but she appeared too nervous to even dare to move back. He glanced down again at her tiny little file and read the numbers over again. "No way," he thought. Special permission indeed.

His eyes met Rossi's over the edge of he file. One raised eyebrow was all it took to ask if Rossi was joking or not. Rossi, in turn, shook his head ever so slightly. Hotch turned his attention once more to the girl in front of him, her eyes wide as she watched their interaction. "You're communicating about me," she said softly, almost too softly, as though she was already resigned to the fact that they would never take her seriously.

Hotch cleared his throat and nodded, fixing his gaze firmly on hers. "Yes, yes we are."

The girl gazed back steadily. "And what have you decided, Agent Hotchner?"

Hotch drew in a deep breath and leaned forward slightly, only one question forming on his lips. "Do you really think that you can do this job as well as any other agent?"

The girl nodded. "I think I might even be able to do it better," she said candidly, a small smile playing around the corners of her mouth as she tried to remain serious. "My records should assure you of my problem solving."

Hotch nodded. That they did-most certainly.

"Very well," he agreed. He reached his right hand across the desk and shook her hand. "Welcome to the team, Miss Trujillo."

Morgan snapped his fingers in front of Spencer Reid's face, causing his friend's neck to jerk back. "What?" Reid asked, irritated.

"I'm trying to tell you about my weekend, which I will remind you that you asked about, and you're not even looking at me!" Morgan complained. "What are you looking at anyway?"

Reid's face turned slightly red and he ducked his head, shaking it simultaneously. "Nothing," he said unconvincingly.

Morgan turned around, scanning the area that Reid had previously been watching with such avid attention, and his face lit up when he saw the girl, well, she was more like a young woman, who was coming out of Hotch's office with Rossi leading her. He turned around to find Reid studiously going over a file, and then reached forward, snatching it out from under his friend's nose. When Reid lifted his head to protest, Morgan simply turned the file around and handed it back. "Genius though you may be," he said, trying vainly to keep from laughing, "I think it's easier to read when the file's not upside down."

Reid glared and lifted his chin in rare defiance over his friend's joking. "Actually-"

Morgan raised his hands in surrender before Reid could start spouting off statistics or start detailing his many closet talents. "Hey man, it's cool." That smirk was back on his face. That horrid, all-knowing smirk. "She's good looking. You gonna talk to her?"

Reid pulled the file towards him, feeling more flustered than he had in a long time. "No, of course not," he said irritably. "There's at least an eighty percent chance that she's either a witness or a suspect. Don't be stupid, Morgan. The rest of us aren't always as flamboyant with our conquests as you are."

Instead of taking offense, Morgan just laughed and gave Reid's shoulder a friendly push as he made his way back to his own desk. So this little cutie was making the great Doctor Reid sweat, eh? Well now, Morgan hoped that he would have the honor of making her most excellent acquaintance.

"This way." Morgan looked up and found Rossi ushering the girl towards their end of the bullpen. No…this was too good to be true! He glanced over at Reid and found him watching the girl intently again.

"Hey, Rossi," Morgan called out, watching with delight as Reid cringed at the tone of his voice. "Who's your friend?"

"You'll find out later," Rossi said with a small smile. To the girl, he said, "We'll have you sit by Dr. Reid for now."

The day was just getting better and better!

Reid looked as though he wanted to crawl into a hole and die. He face turned bright red and he began twitching, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as his fingers traced his cheekbone, a habit from his addiction days. He could barely look up, much less make eye contact, and Morgan actually felt bad for the girl as she stiffly seated herself in the chair Rossi indicated and tried to smile at the young doctor.

Reid never looked up again.

Derek decided that the old adage was true, with a tweak or two. Youth was wasted on the nerdy.

Feeling bad for the girl, he stood from his desk and crossed over, noticing that this young lady's eyes followed him during the entire journey. "Well hi there, mystery girl," he said, grinning down at her. "I'm Derek Morgan, but you can just call me Derek."

He could practically hear Reid mentally retching.

Oddly enough, a smile tugged at the girl's lips and she smiled up at him. "L-lovely to meet you, Agent Morgan." Her nervous, teasing tone eased the sting of the slight, and the wink she added at the end was the balm to her clipped tone.

So she liked to tease, did she? Well, that was fine with him.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but Hotch chose that moment to call everyone into the briefing room. Reid catapulted from his chair, his long legs easily carrying him into the safety of the room in less than ten strides. For a moment, Morgan almost imagined that the girl's downcast eyes had a glimmer of disappointment in them. "It was nice meeting you, mystery girl," he said. "Very nice indeed."

Once again, she smiled, this time, her whole mouth turning into a grin. "It was…tolerable to meet you, Agent Morgan," she teased.

Morgan shook his head and smiled. "Too much," he laughed, not specifying what exactly was too much, but she guessed that he was talking about her. Her satisfactory grin was proof enough of that.

Morgan had just reached the door to the briefing room when Hotch motioned with his hand to someone behind him. "You too, Kelsi."

Morgan paused for a moment, surprised, and turned to watch the girl rise from her chair and smirk conspiratorially as she glided past him. He gave her a mock salute and followed both her and Hotch into the briefing room. "You're just full of surprises," he whispered in her ear as he moved past her to sit in his usual seat.

"I like to keep people on their toes," she whispered back.

Rossi and Hotch stood to start the presentation when Rossi noticed that his new charge was standing awkwardly in the back of the room, unsure where she should sit. "Kelsi, why don't you have a seat over by JJ. JJ, raise your hand and wave it around."

A pretty blonde grinned and raised her hand, waving it wildly for effect. A couple of laughs and snorts came from the others in the room as the blonde-JJ patted the chair next to her and smiled warmly. Kelsi gratefully moved towards the chair provided, but Rossi's next words stopped her in her tracks.

"Kelsi is a part of our team now," he announced to the room, and more than one pair of eyes widened at his statement. "I expect all of you to help her as much as you can with her transition." He looked pointedly at Reid, who swallowed and wetted his lips again.

Everyone else was looking at Kelsi with something akin to confusion and déjà vu. Though Dr. Reid had yet to say a word to her, the agents were looking back and forth between them as though they were watching a tennis match. She gulped and felt compelled to say something, anything. "Uh, hello." She could have smacked herself for her own lameness.

Morgan grinned. She and Reid even had the same social strengths. Or lack there of.

Reid, however, looked up and focused on her for the first time since she had come over, taking in her curly auburn hair, pulled back in a ponytail with a ribbon tied around it, her pale, soft-featured face with those deep, almond-shaped eyes and the scattered freckles. She looked too young, too innocent, and far too nervous. But then again, he knew exactly how that felt. He'd experienced it almost every day of his life.

But why did she look like that?

"You're just full of surprises, mystery girl," Morgan teased, the first one to find something to say that wasn't a question of "Who, what, when, where, or why."

Kelsi visibly relaxed as she focused her gaze on Morgan. "I told you, I keep people on their toes."

Hotch nodded. "So you do. Now, everyone tell Kelsi your name before we get started."

"Agent Jareau," JJ said, and then added, "JJ."

Reid gulped. "Dr. Reid. Spencer," he choked out.

"Agent Hotchner," Hotch said. "Aaron."

"David Rossi," Rossi told her with a smile.

"No kidding?" Kelsi muttered under her breath.

"Agent Prentiss," said a dark-haired woman sitting across the table. "Emily."

Morgan grinned at Kelsi over the desk. "You can just call me Derek," he teased.

That smile was back on her face. "Sure thing, Agent Morgan."

Hotch actually grinned as Morgan sat back, wagging his finger at Kelsi. "You'll meet Garcia later, but for right now, we have a case to solve." He looked down and consulted his notes. "There have been twelve murders in the last year, according to Jersey police, all around the same area. Victims have been kidnapped and held for a week before our unsub kills them."

"What's his MO?" Emily Prentiss asked.

"He drugs the victims as well as forces their gag reflexes until they can only dry heave," he informed her.

"That's a sign of inferiority," Reid spoke up, his voice sounding strangely emotional. "He's keeping his victims drugged and sedated, possibly because he isn't strong enough to detain them any other way. He forces them to vomit because he likes to see their panic and misery." He licked his lips and unconsciously rubbed his arm.

Kelsi wondered what that was about.

Rossi nodded. "We need to start a profile as soon as we get to Jersey."

Hotch nodded towards Kelsi. "What about her?"

"She'll be with me," Rossi assured him. "She needs to get an idea of what we do if she's going to be working with us."

Hotch nodded. "Alright. Let's get started."

As everyone pushed back their chairs to go and get ready for the trip, Kelsi's eyes met Dr. Reid's and she nearly took a step back from the intensity of his gaze. It wasn't exactly hostile, but neither was it welcoming. He seemed uneasy around her, and she didn't understand it. He stood abruptly, nearly stumbling as he tried to squeeze around the other chairs and leave.

Kelsi sighed as she watched him leave. This was going to be harder than she had anticipated.

She was going to kill Rossi for suggesting it.

A/N: Alright guys, I really hope that you liked this one. Should I continue? Please let me know, and if anything is wrong, just PM me. If it's major, I'll fix it. The review button needs you! ;) Thanks! :D