I realize that it is short, but bear with me, i havent had a lot of time to write it. I will add more longer chapter soon!

Review it please! And TY

-Hayley

I walk into the semi-warm building at ease. Don't want to seem too eager for my new job as a FBI Profiler. My clothes give it away though. Damn.

As I walk into the elevator, I actually start to get nervous. I never get nervous! The only time I have gotten nervous was at the academy with the final test. I am not so great with meeting new people, so that I probably why. This BAU better be all its hyped up to be. Being 25, I hope I am not the youngest person in there.

The elevator stopped at the 16th floor. I already hear the business of this floor rushing through my ear drums. My boxes seem to get heavier and heavier by the second.

The door opens and tons of agents are working hard. That is good to see! I try to find one busy body not working while sitting at their desk, and I finally find one half way down the section I am walking through. I see this woman sending emails at her cubicle. I guess I startled her a little bit when I put my things down at the desk behind her to let my fingers have a rest.

"Hi! Can I help you?" Her voice was normal. Her dark black hair matches her dark eyes. I couldn't get a word out after she had set eyes on my boxes. "You're the new agent, huh?" She holds out her hands. "I'm Emily Prentiss."

"Hello. I'm Cate Lewis" I say as I smile. She smiles back

"Right! That was the name. We were wondering when you would show up. You are early for your orientation by the way."

"Oh I'm sorry! Was I supposed to call him? I couldn't get through the line. It was so busy..." I kept rambling. God, I hate being nervous. I just talk, talk, talk, talk, and talk.

"It's quite fine. I'll just buzz him right now. You can start heading up there. It's the first office right up the stairs." She said as she picked up the phone and started to call our boss.

I nodded and headed up there, carrying my heavy ass boxes. Walking up these couple of stairs was actually quite difficult. I lost my balance a little bit, but I felt hands at my waist before I could fall over.

"Careful there." The voice said.

Hmm… Sounded cute. Better be!

"Thanks!" I turn around trying to peak through my boxes. "I'm Cate. I'm the new agent."

He had a messy hair cut. Cute and short. His tie was purple, and he was a jacket, along with his black pants and miss-matched socks and loafers. He was young, too! YES!

"I'm Dr. Spencer Reid." He tried to shake my hand, but since I had none available he didn't.

"You can let your hands go now. I think I'm safe," I said with a tiny chuckle. I don't believe he realized that his hand was still on my hip side.

"I'm sorry!" He felt embarrassed. I could tell.

"It's really fine, Dr. Reid." I smiled, and he felt assured after that. He then put both of his boney, long hands into his pocket and started to walk the way I came from.

"Nice to meet you!" I loudly said. He turned around and waved his hand, then kept on walking. I walked about 50 feet or so to a half-open door. I opened it a little bit to see Mr. Hotchner sitting in his comfy chair, hunched over on his desk talking on the phone, while searching for some papers spread wildly over his puny desk. I was patient, so I coughed a little loudly so he could notice that I am here with 5 boxes covering my small hands. He saw me after that and quickly got off of the telephone. He saw how many boxes I had in my hands, so he grabbed 3 of them and set them on the ground.

"Oh. Sorry for that. I was helping out a case." Mr. Hotchner said as he reassured me he didn't forget I was coming today.

"It's fine. Thanks for the boxes by the way." He nodded

"So you're Cate, correct?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"Aren't you a little young," he said while he grabbed the boxes again and started to walk out behind me.

"I am twenty-five sir. And isn't that Reid guy young too? He looks about twenty-eightyish." I said while I followed him to my new office.

"True. And he is twenty-eight. Good job." It didn't take long until we reached my office.

It was cold and neat, just the way I asked. Being in a cold room helps me concentrate better. We both set the boxes near the door on the inside as I cracked my knuckles. That Emily girl came in. It looked important because I saw her running towards us.

"Sir. A serial arsonist escaped." Emily said urgently.

Mr. Hotchner looked at her then looked at me. "Ready for your first case?"