Spencer Reid stood at the front desk and waited for the security measures to certify him. In the earlier years of his career here at Quantico, he was always annoyed by the process, but he soon came to accept that it is what it is. To pass the time (and save himself from painfully awkward small talk with the secretary), Spencer turned to watch the bustling lobby. Familiar faces ran to the same places, interns spilled coffee- an unforgivable sin- and people ran into the copy room with one folder and came out with a stack. The only thing out of the ordinary was a young woman, probably late 20s, standing across the hall from an elevator, away from all the others waiting to get on.
She was of average size, about 5'5", probably between 115 and 120 had deep, deep red hair- almost purple that contrasted perfectly with her healthily pale skin, and appeared to have equally deep blue/gray eyes. She looked slightly confused, but hid it well with practice confidence. She was probably new, fore he remembered that fear. Granted, he didn't have confidence to hide behind, but he most definitely had the fear aspect down.
The elevator came and people filed on and off. A kind person seemed to be holding the door for her, but she smiled shyly, shook her head and gestured her hand in a 'shoo' or in this case, 'go ahead' motion.
Alright... odd.
Spencer was brought out of his thoughts when the secretary behind him cleared her throat. He turned around, embarrassed, and grabbed this ID and badge from her hand.
"Thank you." He said quietly, already feeling the blush burning his cheeks.
Turning back around, badge in his back pocket, Spencer noticed the woman standing in the same spot, the same slightly frightened expression on her face. He took a deep breath and strode over to her.
"Do you need any help?" He asked, his voice squeaking at the word 'help'.
His embarrassment worsened when he heard her giggle like a school girl.
"No." She assured him with a naturally beautiful smile, "I'm fine thanks."
"Alright," He said, letting out a small chuckle himself for whatever reason, "You just seemed a little lost."
"Oh, no, I just kind of have a thing about elevators. Been here for awhile trying to make myself get on." She explained with a nervous laugh.
Spencer smiled warmly at her and was about to say something else when a vibrant computer tech came by.
"Hey Reid, Hotch wants everyone up in the conference room and helloooooooo lovely young woman whom I've never met. I'm Penelope Garcia, FBI Technical Analyst and Supreme Goddess of Knowledge." Penny introduced with a smile, sticking her hand out.
The woman politely shook Penny's hand and introduced herself as Briana Parker, job title still unknown and imaginary diabolical feline- which earned a good laugh from the other woman.
"And this RUDE young man is Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid." Penelope said, elbowing Spencer out of his mind.
"Oh! Ah, yeah, s-sorry. Hi." He stuttered, giving a little wave.
Briana giggled again, waved back and said "Hi."
Spencer smiled slightly as the two women said their goodbyes and Garcia dragged him to the elevator. They stood facing her, well at least he did- Garcia having stricken up a conversation with someone Reid didn't know. He made eye contact with Briana one last time as the doors began to close, and when a sweet, closed-mouth smile graced her glossed lips, Spencer couldn't help but hope he'd see her again.
The agents sat in anticipation as their unit chief walked solemnly through the door. He looked truly, deeply upset. In fact, the last time he looked like this was when JJ left. What the hell was happening now?
"I'm not sure how to tell you all this, especially with JJ's departure being so recent, but we've been assigned a new Media Liaison."
"What!"Morgan yelled, "Hotch are you serious?"
"Morgan calm down!" Hotch yelled back in a voice that would strike fear into the most hardened criminal. "It's become obvious that we are in need of someone who can focus on just that job's requirements. Either we hire someone else or the team falls apart."
"So we're just gonna replace JJ?" Morgan hollered.
"Oh yay, I get to work with a fourth grader." An annoyed voiced said from the doorway. Everyone turned to be greeted with deep auburn hair, glowing pale skin and gray eyes filled with anger.
Spencer was instantly filled with regret. He felt terrible. He had liked this girl, was actually developing a crush on her, and she was replacing someone he loved. And still- not helping his guilt- he could feel his heart beat begin racing and his hands begin to sweat at the sight of her.
The tension is the room was almost unbearable as Morgan and Briana had a stare off, each holding steady. Spencer took a glance around the room to see who everyone else was reacting.
Garcia seemed as shocked as him- but very happy about just who the replacement was. Rossi looked at the new agent with interest, studying her every move, no matter how small. Prentiss appeared to be rather amused, a smile gracing her face. Spencer knew if anyone would make Briana feel welcomed, it'd be Emily- having been in her spot a few short years ago. And finally, Hotch. Not surprising in the least, Hotch was all business. He was of course going to be professional and seemed rather annoyed with Morgan at the moment.
Finally, the horrible silence was broken.
"Sit down, Agent." A quiet, commanding voice said with feigned patience. Behind what was so clearly a practiced calmness was a patronizing tone mixed with an underlying, unnamed, but undeniable threat.
Morgan complied.
"Now," Agent Parker started, much calmer, "I am your new Media Liaison, Special Agent Briana Parker. I entered this room knowing that you all would very easily hate me-"
"I don't!" Garcia injected, "And I can guarantee that Reid doesn't either!"
Spencer blushed deep red for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning, and it only worsened when he stuttered out, "I-I d-don't h-h-hate you."
He was sure his face matched Briana's hair when she smiled at him.
The moment was broken when Prentiss started giggling behind him, only to earn a not- so- frighting- glare from the young and ungodly embarrassed doctor.
This only caused Briana's smile to widen as she continued.
"However, regardless of your personal feelings towards me- no matter of justified or not- I expect you to treat me with respect. The fact of the matter is, I'm working here now. We are all co-workers, and so long as you treat me a such, I will bestow upon you the same basic human kindness.
"But," She said, purposely walking past Morgan, "this goes both ways. If you bark, I bark. I trust me when I tell you, I bite."
A/N: Okay, seriously ya'll, this made me laugh:
My school- which ranked 52nd out of 650 state high schools- had a Homecoming dance over the weekend. No big deal right?
Well, kind of a big deal when someone SPIKES THE PUNCH BOWL! I kid you not. By the end of the night, I was in the hospital vomiting, chugging charcoal and getting all of my nutrition from an IV. GOOD TIMES!
Oh! And some kid got hit by car. He's okay though. He actually got up and just walked into the dance apparently :)
So! Sorry about not posting during the weekend, but I was a tad bit busy and miserable
Peace Out
AND DON'T SPIKE THE FREAKING PUNCH BOWLS! YOU COULD KILL SOMEONE! GAWR!
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and if there's some kind of gibberish down below this note, just ignore, I don't know how to get rid of it
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