There was a ten year old girl living in the small town of Mount Pleasant, in the year 2007. She was different than the other kids in her class, and her brothers. Her classmates liked to play outside, in the fallen leaves and on the playground. They did their schoolwork, stayed polite in class, and made friends with each other.
This girl, Morgan Annie Spencer, liked other things.
Morgan was extremely shy. She never played with her classmates. She was quiet in class. Though she was smart, her teachers wondered if she would get answers wrong on purpose. Some teachers tried for more information, tried to get the young girl out of her shell, but no progress was made. Morgan just wouldn't talk to anyone.
She was fascinated by murder. In place of homework, she watched crime shows. She liked figuring out who the killer was before the actors did. It was an game her and her aunt played, to see who could find the profile first or catch the killer. It was wonderful, until her aunt moved out.
Morgan still honored that tradition. Every night, she would watch whatever was on air and try to spot the murderer. If she had already seen the episode, she would see what clues she had missed. She liked testing her skills, pushing them. Her best case took her only fifteen minutes to figure out. Morgan had called her aunt to tell her about it. They were both excited at Morgan's increasing skill.
Her parents did not share the enthusiasm. Her mother didn't like that her sweet daughter was obsessed with these dark tv shows. Her mother thought she should be watching Disney Channel, and wanting to play dress up with other girls. Her father wanted her to do her schoolwork, and to do with all the smarts he knew she had.
Morgan knew better. She was different. She wasn't smarter than her class, she was just older. Fourteen years older, to be exact. She had to play dumb for her own survival. She couldn't let anyone know she was a twenty-four year old woman inside of a ten year old girl. Morgan knew that she was a freak, and if she wasn't careful everyone else would know.
Though, she had a weakness. She couldn't resist an urge to help her friends. She didn't have any at school, and her brothers were too young, but she had the members of the BAU.
Soon, they would have her.
==BOP==
Three years later
These had been some tough years for me. It wasn't supposed to come easy, I would never ask it to be. All of my hard work would pay off, and it would be my hard work. It wouldn't be because my family called in favors.
For the past ten years, I'd been working towards this. It started with four years at Harvard, earning my Juris Doctor, a degree in psychology, and full honors. It'd been weird to get my degrees at twenty-one, but I was proud of it. After I graduated, I took the degree Home to hang it up on my wall.
There were four years spent in the crime lab in Vegas. They'd been excellent years, and my precinct did well. We solved a lot of cases, until I parted ways for this brief sabbatical.
Course, those were three years ago, and IT two different dimensions. Luckily for me, Megan Quinn has that entire thing on her background.
According to my file, I had graduated from Harvard with top marks in my class. There was four years of work in the Las Vegas police department. All in all, not to different from what actually happened. Man, sometimes I have the best luck!
The only real difference was that Megan Quinn actually looked like a twenty-seven year old. She had my amber eyes, that in the right light just was soft brown. They were slightly almond shaped this go around, from squinting too long no doubt. I might need glasses in a few years for her. Her hair was bright orange, like fallen leaves. There was a bit of a cleft in her chin, I think it added a bit of spice to her.
This was taking awhile though. They told me some people worked ten years in the Bureau before reaching the BAU, I wanted to get there a little faster. Three years at the Academy, working until I could run this course backwards.
I'm not exactly doing it backwards right now, just faster than my fellow trainees.
There had been a lot of physical tests for the FBI, which annoyed me to no end. On one hand, it kept me fit. I kinda liked who I was looking at the mirror, as Megan Quinn had shed any sort of baby fat I'd had at ten. On another, I had been doing it for three years! Can any of you imagine doing PE for three years? It was exhausting!
There was a mile of running, coupled with obstacle courses and training dummies. Nothing as messy as crawling through mud, but there was a rope swing that I passed. The last stretch was carrying a dummy over a climbing wall. It had been a challenge for the others, but I fought with Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. You won't believe how many times we had to carry Ron away from a pending explosion. (It made me laugh the first time I saw in on the FBI training course, my fellow cadets giving me odd looks).
...but as I made it past the last stretch of the training course, all of it was worth this.
I dubbed the latest 'Ron Stoppable' dummy on the dirt, making sure he would be alright. What? The point of this was to make sure our fellow agents or civilians would be safe, so it was important not to just callously throw them to the ground!
Once I made it past the finish line, I allowed myself to relax with a job well done. Panting and desperate for a shower, I walked over to my backpack. The whole course was just a giant circle around the training base. The finish line had been the starting line some an hour ago.
My instructor, Agent Charles Rettig, was watching on the hill overhead. He had been paying closer attention to me in recent weeks. It hadn't taken much brainpower to figure out why. I was (hopefully) done with training soon. Graduation day was in two weeks. It was all the other cadets talked about after training. It was no secret that I was the star pupil in this class.
The training helped me get used to Megan Quinn's form. In previous experience, going from a kid to a young woman had been jarring. I would constantly stumble around, tripping on my longer legs or bumping into everything. FBI training seemed to get me out of that funk, for the most part.
After gulping down a good portion of my water, I pulled out a granola bar. You laugh, but my granola bar had blueberries in it! Ha! Made you jealous!
I looked up at Agent Rettig, knowing he would already be looking at me. To my surprise he was standing with Agent Aaron Hotchner and Agent Derek Morgan.
More importantly, all three were looking at me.
==BAP==
After a warm shower, and dressing in another training uniform, I went back to the female dorm to get a little rest. The other cadets would be another hour before finishing up, or rather, it would be another hour until the last cadet finished up.
I had made it two steps into the sleeping quarters before I noticed the two smartly dressed agents. My shoulders tensed at the supposedly unknown men, relaxing slightly at their suits. I may be young, but all these classes on behavioral analysis taught you what cues people looked for.
"Agent Quinn?" Aaron began. I nodded briefly, telling him it was alright to speak. "I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner of the Behavior Analysis Unit. This is SSA Derek Morgan."
The other man gave a small nod. 'Gideon isn't with them, and Derek is dressed like a stereotypical FBI agent. Still in pre-show time. I wonder if they even have Garcia on the team yet.'
"Hello." I greeted hesitantly. Though curious. "What's...What's the BAU doing in my room?"
Agent Derek looked at me with pure professionalism. I know I was supposed to call him Agent Morgan, but Morgan is my name so it felt awkward on my tongue.
Agent Hotchner spoke up. "We asked Agent Rettig for some advice. We're hiring some new agents to the BAU, and a spot opened up. Your instructor immediately pointed us your direction."
His words clicked together in my head. Was he...he couldn't mean what I think he means. 'Now stay calm, Quinn. You can freak out later.'
"And...that means?"
"If you want, when you graduate, we'd be happy to welcome to the Behavioral Analysis Unit."
==BAP==
AN: Here's my attempt at a CM fic. I'm really excited about this, since I've been watching the show since '06. I think it'd also be a good idea to get this thing started out since Thomas left, Shemar left, and I'm worried about the fate of MGF.. This story IS connected to the Travelerverse, and has the youngest Morgan to my written date.
(For those of you that were wondering, yes I named Morgan Spencer after my boys! Gotta show some respect where it's due!)