Victoria took almost 15 minutes to decide what to wear. She usually didn't: but then, she wasn't usually heading to a new job on probationary basis, deciding whether she was going to prison or freedom. In the end, she chose a baggy Deadpool tee with more than a few mild vulgarities. Just so her co-workers knew that she was the least interested in working there. She put on the tightest, most ripped pair of black pants she could find. As she was heading out, she decided to stuff in a faded grey GAP sweatshirt, in case anyone was bothered by her t-shirt. Not that she cared, of course.
'Gang. Listen up. The Bureau has come up with a new program, for criminals who could be of use to the bureau. FBI is giving ex-cons their second chance. Now, it is going to be difficult to work with a criminal, but the director has asked me to take her under probationary basis.' Hotch announced to his team.
'Are you expecting for us to work with a con, with possible sociopathic, or psychopathic tendencies?' Morgan asked, disbelieving what Hotch was saying.
'Psychologists have cleared Victoria Anne-Marie Tottenham. I have talked to her myself. She was a pickpocket, burglar, and charged of manslaughter. She excels at victimology. The Bureau thinks she will be able to provide insight into why a victim was targeted. Now, I want all of you to keep a close eye on her.'
'Victoria Anne-Marie Tottenham?' JJ wondered aloud.
'If I wasn't a profiler, I would definitely say that that name doesn't suit a criminal.' Emily replied.
Hotch looked at his watch. 'She should've been here by now.'
'She's late because the train timetable was changed, maybe, and she hasn't heard about it. Where is Victoria from?' Reid asked, turning the page of a book he had just borrowed from his library.
'New York.' Hotch said, not worrying, 'I see no point to wait here. Get working. She'll come.'
On the train, Victoria decided to put on her GAP sweatshirt after all. She thought she would just go there, not caring what anyone thought about her. But, the look the security guard gave her was enough to axe her heart. It wasn't anger- It was... disgust. That wasn't something she got often. That guard was repulsed by her very presence in the FBI building. She imagined the people she was going to work with would be the same. Bloody, nationalistic eagles who kick down doors. And will look at me as if I'm trash. Yeah, whatever.
She saw a skinny guy talking to a brunette, Blondie, and a black man in the bullpen. She heard him say as she neared them, '- the vampire slayer is a very feminist show. I started with The Crown last week.' The brunette smirked. 'I feel that if a police procedural was based off our team, it would be even more feministic.' The Blondie high-fived her. She ignored them and headed to Unit Chief Hotchner's office, where she had been escorted to last time she had been here.
'Unit Chief Hotchner.' Victoria said a few seconds after she knocked on his half-open door.
Hotch looked up from a file. 'Ms. Tottenham. You're here. You're...' looking at his watch, 'almost 30 minutes late.'
Victoria scowled. 'Cut me some slack.' She muttered. 'I did come.'
Hotch sighed. 'I suppose.' He went out of his office to the bullpen, with Victoria following him.
