Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds. Grrrrrrr.......


Princess Isabelle Beyardinti sat on the royal plane from Tyrtantania to the United States. It was early January and it was slightly snowing. She did not like the Idea of the family going to the place that she wanted to live. she also didn't like the Idea of them all being apart. The only thing she knew about who she was staying with was it will be a BAU agent. Weee! she thought sarcastically. Even though she was 26 years of age, she was royalty, which means she still lived with her parents... And grandparents. And her older brother, two older sisters, two younger sisters and a younger brother.

"Isabelle!" Came her mother's sharp tounge. "Mis ce livre vers le bas!"

"Nor Mama." She complianed, He mother wanted her to put the book down. " It's murder mystery. And you should acustom yourself to speaking English." He voice had a European accent in it. Not too heavy but definitely noticable.

"Oh Phewy." He mother said brushing off her daughters comment. "Che tipo?" Isabelle rolled her eyes. He mother was useless at times. Why she didn't want to speak the language she would have to in a few short hours was beyond her.

"Gli Omicidi Della Camera Di Bambola." She said.

"The Dollhouse Murders?! Why do you consume yourself in that horror Isabelle?" Queen Grace Beyardinti said.

"It's Interesting Mama." She said. "Besides, It's the only thing close to home I'll have now."

"Awww Sweetie." Grace said, putting a hand on her daughters arm. "It's only for a little while."

"I know," Isabelle looked down at her book again. "I still wish it wasn't happening." No matter what I say or think, I love you guys. All you guys.


"But Sir!" Reid said after Hotch. He had just looked at the file that was in his hand that his boss had just handed him. "I can't take this."

"You can." Hotch said turning around. "And you will."

"But-"

"No buts." Hotch said. "I didn't chose you to do this. No offense but, I would have probably chosen Morgan. King and Queen Beyardinti chose you. You can't back down."

"Wh-what?" Reid said. "Then that means she's a Prin-"

"A Princess, Yes." Hotch said. "Let's get the team in here to give the case."

"Wait. There's a case on top of this?" Reid asked, slightly confused.

"No. This is all one case, that," Hotch pointed to the file in Reid's hand. "Is your part of the case."

"So I'm a baby-sitter?" He asked.

"No," JJ said coming. Behind them. "You're a Princess sitter."


"Princess Isabelle should be here shortly." Hotch said after the team had been briefed on the case, they had to find out who was trying to threaten and harm the Tyrtantania family while they hid out here. Well everyone was supposed to while Reid took care of Isabelle. Just then there was knock at the BAU door. It opened at the command of Hotch's "Come in." A young girl with dark hair clipped back and big brown eyes came in. She wore Jeans, expensive looking boots and a a plaid shrt open revealing a black tank top. A bag was slung over he shoulder adn she held a heavy suede jacket.

"Ciao." She said softly. "Mon nom est Isabelle Beyardinti."

"French and Italian?" Prentiss asked.

"Uhm.. yes." Isabelle said softly, her accent now noticable since she was speaking English. When speaking the native two languages of her country, it flowed natrually. "They are the main two languages in Tyrtantania. Half of the country, the one that's nearest to Italy, speaks Italian mostly. The other half speaks French. But most people speak both. I must. Plus English and a bit of German." She smiled. "It can be fun calling people names when they have no clue what they mean." He smile faded and the room took on an akward silence. Rossi broke it.

"Why don't you have a seat?" He pointed to a free chair. She politely took it and sat down, smoothing the back of her pants first. Then as soon as she was seated, she sat straight up, then slouched a little.

"So Princess-" Morgan started.

"Oh Please." Isabelle said. "I don't mean to be rude and interupt, but please do not call me Princess. Call me Isabelle instead, please."

"Ok, Isabelle," He started again. "I don't mean to jump in head first, but-" He hesitated.

"Nor. It alright." She said. "Please. Infact I insist."

"Mind if we ask you some questions?" Prentiss said jumping in as Morgan hesitated.

"Of course."

"Do you know of anyone who would threaten you're country?" JJ asked.

"Well, any Monarchy that opposses us because the villagers aren't ready to decapitate the entire family after a desision has been made. I will admit there has been a few- uhm-" Isabelle paused, looking for the right word.

"Wars?" Morgan put in.

"Nor." She said looking at him. "I was going to say tiffs or riots. There were never any really bad all out brawls in the streets. Exept for a few drunken fights, we're a pretty civilized, almost American like country." She gave a small smile.

"So basically any other monarchy." Hotch said. It wasn't a question. Isabelle nooded and tried to stifle a yawn. She failed and Hotch noticed. "You'll be under the watchfull eye of Dr. Reid." Morgan stifled a laugh. "Reid," The genius looked up. "Why don't you take Miss Beyardinti home."

"This is going to be intresting." Isabelle said standing up.

"You don't know Reid. It might get boring." Morgan said, not noticing Reid blush.

"Well then I would like to." She walk out, back perfectly straight. "Oh," She turned around. "I highly doubt it'll get boring." And she was gone. Reid quickly followed her out.

"Why don't we start on this." JJ said.


French translations.

Mis ce livre vers le bas= Put that book down.

Mon nom est= my name is

Nor= No

Italian Treanslations

Che tipo= What type

Gli omicidi della Camera di Bambola= The Dollhouse Murders

Ciao= Hello


This was an idea that just popped in my head. I like this one, even though it's probably been done before and the title's pretty lame. but whatever. I hope you like it!!!!

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