So hi, here's the deal, this is my first fanfiction. So this might have quite a few mistakes. Here's my thing, that's ok. It's new.
Here's the next thing, please tell me your thoughts.
And the last thing! This story includes a lot of fanfictions, so it is not just Criminal Minds, it's Witches of East End, Charmed, Pretty Little Liars, and some of Lost Girl is in here too. So please enjoy!
Thank you all so much!
Jess
Chapter One- First Day
"Everyone this is Agent Jessica Lowell; she has just transferred from a CARD team to join us here at the BAU." Agent Hotchner said sitting in a chair at a large conference table.
I met everyone separately; Dr. Reid, Agents Morgan, Greenaway, and Garcia, and Gideon.
"Jess!" He said spreading his arms wide for one of his fatherly hugs. I stepped into them hugging him back and smiling.
"Hi Jason." I said.
"How have you been kid? It's been so long since we talked." I chuckled at his still calling me a kid, I was well over 22 centuries older than him, but of course he wouldn't know that.
"I know I've been super slammed. We had a boatload of traffics pass my desk right before I transferred. Sorry I didn't call." I said smiling at his smug fatherly expression.
"It's all good Hotch told me." He replied.
"I hate to break the happy family reunion guys. But we do have a case." I turned to look at who had spoken, Jennifer Jareau, BAU communications liaison. The blonde I had driven from my nightmares and dreams alike.
"Sorry! My fault!" I said chuckling as I met her eyes and smiled. Her eyes held a sparkle in them that I hadn't seen from anyone I knew in a long time. It was an innocence that wasn't necessarily innocence, but a goodness. Her eyes where kind but you got the feeling that she knew everything about you in seconds. This made me almost uncomfortable but secure. Like an unspoken trust between best friends, yet I had just met this woman.
"Absolutely, but that's ok." She grinned back. There was something about her demeanor. I pulled out a chair next to Gideon who conveniently sat closest to this woman, and sat smoothing the wrinkles in my business suit pants before pulling myself ever so slightly closer to the conference table. I looked up at the blonde; still smiling at our exchange she flicked some pictures onto the big screen behind her. My smile quickly faded when I took in what I was looking at.
Children, again, I had just left this department, but here I was again thrown in the throes of seeing more dead kids. I frowned as would be a human reaction but made no other sign of my horror. I quickly took in the pictures, there were three victims, all blonde, and all between 6 and 10 years old. The kids clothes where neat, and ironed unevenly. So this unsub shook, or was inexperienced at ironing, and he cared enough to put these kids in cleaned and ironed formal clothes; like dressing them for a funeral. Remorse? Maybe he was just showing off? The wounds on the children would indicate substantial amount of abuse between each kid, but the most horrid part was the small incisions on the scalps that had clearly been stitched up. Each incision had been made in different places on each kid.
"Ok, so this guy likes kids. Any sexual interaction degradation?" I heard, almost subconsciously Agent Morgan ask. I was too busy staring at the incisions on the heads, nonetheless Agent Jareau responded.
"No, none, according to initial ME reports." This caught my attention.
"Initial their running more tests?" I asked brow furrowed.
"Yes, they found a strange substance when they ran initial blood scans. It did some weird things to the kids' blood." She replied. My brow knitted even further. I wanted to press further, but I got the feeling that she would have said if she had any more on that.
"Strange substance? Incisions?" I heard Agent Greenaway ponder.
"He's experimenting." I said at the very same time Dr. Reid said, it was like a double revelation. I glanced at him as a wry smile played across my lips. I could push his genius, good.
"How did you?" Agent Morgan pondered after our mutual revelation.
"The incisions; and a strange liquid." Reid stated as if this was as obvious as day.
"It's more than just that. Scientists, experimenters, especially psychological based ones, which we can assume this guy is considering his choice of areas, care about their subjects, and this guy clearly did. He ironed their clothes, dressed them up, and I bet anything the ME reports indicate no malnutrition or dehydration, at least not spanning the gap when they were initially kidnapped, until that incision came along. Then we will find those wounds where self inflicted, or inflicted by the other children, and will not be older than the incision." I said not even realizing I had started to explain until it was too late. I felt six pairs of eyes on me, and was suddenly felt conscious, even though the capacity to do so was one I lacked. Great job at staying under cover genius!
"Sorry if I stepped on your toes there Dr. Reid." I said trying not to laugh at his face as it went from surprised to utterly shocked and then admiration.
"You just created a profile without even stepping off the jet. And you just looked at the picture. I told them you where good but give them a second to process that." I turned to Gideon who was now talking. That's when I noticed everyone else's expressions. They were shocked. Including Hotch.
"Guys I'm sure I don't need to remind you I could be absolutely wrong right? Although I don't think I am, but I'm pretty sure there's like a 13 and a half percent I am." I said looking around the room to finally stop and meet the Liaison's eyes. She was smirking.
"Well we've finally got someone who can outperform Reid!" She said laughing.
6 hours later:
I had been right.
Was that all I really cared about now? I had been right? Your a joke Jessica Lowell, a joke.
Despite that I smiled as the team laughed and Agent Morgan gave me a clap on the back that would have knocked Hotch over, but didn't faze me.
"Well greenie genius, you've got an eye. And we never even had to leave!" He declared grinning.
An hour earlier Agent Jareau had been called and informed that they had found the unsub. With a little help from Penelope Garcia and my profile, the Lynn P.D. had caught the unsub and brought him in. Simultaneously finding six more kids in a lab in the back. All the same as the previous kids had been, well fed, hydrated, dressed well and warm, and caged. Each had had a cell with a bed, toys, and a small activity table, and there had been a room for social interaction. Four of the kids had already been experimenting on. Two of which where not in good shape. The other two seemed normal until blood tests had come back.
All four had had a metal substance that had expanded throughout their circulatory systems and eventually into their lungs. They had died shortly thereafter. Despite the cheer at catching the bastard this small fact worried me. If a metal substance could kill four of the purest creatures on earth, then what was anyone safe from ever? It had turned their blood to a liquid metal.
I knew that substance, and it was very well the most powerful, and yet most quaint substance. Obsidian, the metal had an infinity with iron and expanded when touched by it. Its only rival was amethyst and even then only large amounts could combat the obsidian. Liquidized obsidian could enter a bloodstream and expand causing the oxygen to the brain to be cut off just mere hours after injection. It was fatal in all species save one, and even then it crippled them to the extreme.
"Earth to Agent Lowell! Hey I'm congratulating you over here and you've got a lost look on your face!" I heard a sweat feminine voice call my name and looked up. Agent Jareau was standing there with a shit eating grin plastered across her face.
"Oh gosh sorry, I get lost in my own mind sometimes." I said. Really it was more like I avoided contact with people inside my own mind. Normally Colton would have to pull me out of a trance at a dinner or one of my kids calling my name. My older sister Joanna so far had been the only successful one to hold my attention, but I knew that she wouldn't be hurt by me.
"Ok sure, you where thinking about the kids that died." She said as a statement rather than a question. I turned my head questionably. How had she?
"Oh come on you're like a little book, and totally open. Gideon knew it too. When I knew he knew I came over here. Besides you looked so lonely." She said leaning against the same desk I was.
My desk now, since this morning. I had decorated it with a picture of me, my kids; Jean and Jared, living sisters; Wendy, Joanna, and Piper, nieces; Ingrid, Freya, and Aria, and ex-husband; Colton all standing together cheerfully, and another of my niece; Aria and me practicing her sword skills. It also held a pad of paper scribbled all over by me in what probably looked like random code, but was actually ancient Kikandrian. The last thing on the desk was a book bound in a leather skin. It was technically my journal but all in a mix of Kikandrian and Latin. On the inside cover was a picture of my mother; Kendra and underneath that a little pocket held the amethyst ring she had given me at eight years of age. It was too small for my finger now. But it had been the only real thing she had ever given me as a material possession. Everything else of hers I possessed was in my mind.
Agent Jareau of course didn't call herself a profiler, I would even go so far as to say she had no desire to be one, but she was certainly analytical, and she had definitely profiled my earlier temporary drop in defenses at her gaze. Now she watched me carefully as I surveyed her with a small look. As humans went she was gorgeous, the kind of drop dead blonde gorgeous everyone wished they could be. Soccer player, blonde, charismatic, gods damn it I was profiling her. No! Stop it you numbskull!
"You won't find much here. I'm from a small town in Pennsylvania." She said noticing me look away from her and shut my eyes, "but none the less everyone profiles me." She added.
"You danced, and played soccer, you would be very good with a sword." I said looking up to meet her eyes. Of course despite my ability to hide my emotions she saw right through it.
"And what would you know about swords?" She asked. Not really taken aback by the fact I knew she danced, or played soccer. After all any person who had knowledge of either activity would be able to tell by the way she was standing.
"Oh swords! I love them! If I had a choice as an agent, I would so use a sword over anything else. I can list every technique in the book, and have basically trained myself since birth with those weapons." I said smiling as I thought of my collection at home. One of the few material possessions I indulged in next to books. I rarely bought anything for myself, normally preferring to make it with my own hands, or tasking someone else to make it or buy it for me, books and swords where the two things I actually ever spent money on.
"So if you went against say a samurai you would win?" She asked sarcastically.
"Eh, maybe depends on his level of skill matched with mine, and his uniqueness. If it was the first time I met him, and I didn't have the proper amount of time to watch him before there's a chance, but it's probably only about sixty percent. Now if I've watched him fight before and observed his actions for a while, you bet. Samurai are very diverse and each are different in their own unique way. None are quite the same as the other." I said in admiration of the people.
"I was totally joking. But good to know." She said with a smirk.
"I'm guessing you deal with random spurts of knowledge often?" I asked chuckling at her more than used to knowledge being thrown at her expression.
"Yeah, Reid likes to spout statistics like it's all that's up there." She replied looking over at the genius profiler.
"So since the case is over already let me give you a tour, and tell you a little bit about the team." She said pushing off the desk.
"Ok, sure." I returned smiling broadly.
Agent Jareau walked me around the BAU explaining whose office was whose and what the do's and don'ts were in the BAU. By the end of the tour everyone else had gone home just leaving me and Agent Jareau standing there.
"So, want to grab a celebratory drink?" She asked.
"Are we talking alcohol or a drink less potent?" I asked jokingly.
"I was thinking something less potent." She replied chuckling.
"I figured considering you seem like the crack of dawn type." I replied eyeing her. She smiled.
"Young and ambitious. Which brings me to ask, how old are you? I know that's forward but I've been trying to figure that out all day." She replied eyeing me right back.
"Ooh now that's a question asking for trouble." I replied, I really didn't want to answer it but knowing I had to I thought up a reasonable answer that would also explain teenage children.
"I'm thirty-two. Give or take a few years of extra experience." I replied smiling.
"You look younger, but talk older." Agent Jareau replied.
"Well, I like people to think I'm intelligent on the first day." I replied sarcastically.
"You favor sarcasm too." She chuckled, "Be careful around Reid with that. Everything goes over his head like an airplane." She added.
"I noticed that." I replied chuckling too.
"And careful with Morgan, he'll probably ask you to come home with him a few times, he's joking, and would never actually do anything unless drugged or completely drunk, but he'll offer." She replied a smile playing across her lips. No doubt this had happened to her.
"I'll keep it in mind." I chuckled back.
"So a drink? My treat to the newest member of our team?" She offered.
"I sadly do have to decline, I've got some things to do at home, and I'm sure whatever overworked Homicide Detective that needs you in the morning won't be kind with the hours. But another time, perhaps a weekend?" I suggested. Although would probably never actually follow through with it.
"Sure that works. I will walk you out then." She replied leading the way to the elevator.
"Ok cool, thanks!"
And with that I left the first day at the BAU on a good note.