A/N: Wow, it's been years since I've written any kind of fan fiction. My old username was StayBeautiful1. If you want to check out my other stories, it's been so long I can't even remember the login or the password login, oh well. The last one I wrote I was a junior in high school and was 16, and now I'm 22 and in college. Wow. As you can see this is my first Criminal Minds fan fiction and I'm not sure if I'm going to continue with it but I've been obsessed with the show, watched all the seasons twice and now being in a college and a film student with a criminal justice minor, thought I'd get my writing juices going again and give it a try. This is going to be a Reid/OC story and I'm going to keep it as close to accurate as possible. I love all the characters so much it made me nervous writing any of them because I was scared to not give them justice. I'll be checking facts as I did with the SWAT team and I have studied and am studying psychology, sociology and criminal justice so I'm gonna make it as legit as I can. I'm nervous, obviously. I have based the character off myself giving her my name and height and appearance… but here's what may be the first chapter of this love story I've already made in my mind and may write if you would like me to. It's there I just have to get it onto the paper. And I kind of got the idea for their love story from the song "Superman," by Taylor Swift. Title and bio subject to change. This is short because I don't know if I'll continue on with it. This is beginning 2x8 "Empty Planet".

"We're a team member short, and we've just gotten word of what may be a case of serial bombings in Seattle. SSA Morgan has some bomb squad experience."

"Are you sure that she's qualified? I do not doubt you sir and I do believe that an agent from SWAT operations would be beneficial if this is a serial bombing. But there are other factors that come into play when it comes to profiling. She's only 27."

"Yes, sir. Send her over as soon as possible."

The bullpen of the BAU was as silent as the Behavioral Analysis Unit could be. All of the agents were in their cubicles, finishing up case files from days prior, waiting for the call to assemble at the round table to face whatever new evil that was ready to look them dead in the eyes. Keyboards ticked in the background and chatter was present but unable to be noticed by the agents as they focused on the work that was presented in front of them. This was at least the case for all of the other agents until Penelope Garcia, the unit's technical analyst, slid next to SSA Derek Morgan so quietly that he had to keep himself from jumping as she began to ramble.

"Is that someone in Hotch's office? I didn't see someone come out of the elevator, I didn't even see anyone walk into his office. Now that I think about it I rarely ever see when Hotch comes in or out of his office," she began at a quick but steady pace, "I have been looking through all of the files of who could be coming in or out of the BAU ever since Elle went away and I have not had any kind of data not even a small gigabyte that would indicate why there would be someone in Hotch's office, with the door closed."

"First off babygirl," Morgan began, "take a breath. I'm sure it could just be someone dropping off files but whatever it is, even if it is someone new we just have to wait."

"I don't like change, Derek." At that moment Jennifer Jerau, the media liaison opened the door to the bullpen. Doctor Spencer Reid, who was fiddling with the lid of his coffee cup raised his glance to her through the lenses of his glasses,

"Hey J.J. how was your wee…" the young doctor trailed off as the liaison blew past him and straight into the office that held the unknown stranger.

"I don't like how this is going." Penelope mumbled.

"The incident commander told me you've been with the SWAT team for three years now?" Agent Hotchner inquired flipping through a file, not taking his eyes from the page to look at the young woman who stood before him.

"Yes sir," she replied, "I've been with that unit since I graduated the academy."

"I see you've also gotten training in explosives, negotiation, defensive tactics and rappelling."

"That's right Sir." she answered, running her fingertips along the lining of the chair in his office, not sure if she was to stand upright or dare to be comfortable enough to sit down. Finally breaking his eyes from the manilla folder that held all of her information Hotch lifted his eyes to connect with hers. His gaze was so strong and stern it seemed like just a glance could make her fall from her feet.

"Seeing that you have a Masters Degree in Psychology and a bachelor's in sociology you definitely seem to be the type of agent that we would need in a case that we may be called into from Seattle P.D."

"Yes, sir."

"You would not be apart of this team if we asked you to consult on some cases, and an invitation means that I would be putting part of my trust in you to be able to make decisions that are good for the case and for the well being of this team. I know you have some history with Agent Morgan during your explosive training, so I will be asking his input on you and your performance." Before she even had a chance to respond, a young blonde knocked on the door, file in hand.

"Homeland security just called and there was another bomb threat to another unspecified area," she began handing yet another folder to the Unit Chief, "they need a threat assessment ASAP."

"Assemble the team," Hotch began, his gaze was on her yet again, "Robertson, I guess it's your time follow me."

SA Caitlyn Robertson followed behind Hotch hastily. Standing at 5'3" the young blonde was petite, but in good shape for the training that she had to endure to be apart of the SWAT team. Most of the time she was behind the lines of officers who directly went after the threat as she quickly climbed the ranks and was deemed worthy enough to direct tactical takedowns. Her boots made a small click on the floor, flat black tied up with a pair of black pants tucked into them and held up by a black leather belt with a silver buckle. On top she wore a plain, black, long-sleeved v-neck which laid just above her belt. Caitlyn thought that she was just going into an interview, being one who wasn't easily startled or surprised the feeling of her heart throbbing in her head and her gut dropping into her stomach was new as she hastily followed Hotch into a room full of agents she had never met before. She took a deep breath and tucked a strand of her mid-length blonde waves behind her ear as he swung the door open.

It was as if there was a spotlight shining on her as soon as she entered the conference room, any source of noise seemed to have gone completely silent. All eyes were on her and she scanned the round table. She recognized Gideon from pictures she had seen of him, and the woman that bursted into Hotch's office. There was a woman with an odd hairstyle and a bright ensemble that gave her a blank stare. Caitlyn kept her face expressionless as she looked around the remainder of the room. The young agent with the glasses didn't even look up from his case file until the silence was shattered by Derek Morgan.

"Cait?" he asked, looking at the young woman and then looking to his unit chief. She gave him a small smile and a nod and then instantly locked eyes with the young agent who was so busy with his case files beforehand. As soon as their eyes connected he broke away immediately and fumbled with the pages in the folder.

"Everyone this is Agent Caitlyn Robertson, she's going to be helping us on this case. She's from the SWAT division and with her training with explosives she may be a valuable asset on this case. Take a seat." Hotch ordered, and she immediately obeyed sitting at the round table next to Morgan.

"This is the threat that was sent," J.J. began, clicking a button on a remote control and causing audio to play.

I'm sorry, did you say a bomb, sir?

On a bus, in the city where it all began, get my message out.

Message what message?

That until it gets under control, people will die.

"This is just one of multiple threats that have been called in within the past hour, not a recording, same message just different wording." she finished.

"This guy could have easily just gone to a news station to get his message out, why call each location individually?" Dr Reid inquired, still not looking up from his folder.

"I've gotten a news organization to agree to a trap and trace," Penelope confirmed.

"That's not easy to do." Caitlyn chimed in and Garcia gave her a wink,
"It's hard to say no to me. But what do we do? Tell the media to run with the story, nothing has happened yet."

"With what he was saying, he said that this is only the beginning and if this threat isn't followed by any kind of action nothing is going to be taken seriously." Caitlyn chimed in.

"And he said this is only the beginning, the beginning of what?" Reid said, only gazing up to look Gideon in the eyes.

"I'm not sure but the only thing we can do right now is wait."

Caitlyn stayed seated in the chair until Hotch and Gideon left the room, she wasn't used to the protocol here and didn't want to be the first one to get up, no matter how eager she was.

"This is the last place I thought I would see you," Morgan grinned, turning over his shoulder as he stood along with Garcia and Reid.

"How do you two know each other?" Garcia asked her tone still unsure of the new arrival.

"We did explosive training together a few years back, how old are you now?" Morgan asked.

"27."

"You're a year older than our very own Dr. Reid," Morgan grinned, putting his hand on the young man's shoulder.

"26? And you have doctorates?" She asked making eye contact with him once more and raising her brows.

"Yeah, I have three PhD's. I also have a BA in Psychology and Sociology."

"Well then Doctor, we have something in common. I have a Masters in Psychology and BA in Sociology as well."

"I'm a genius too!" Garcia chimed in, "I may not have degrees or have gotten them at a young age or anything but I am."

"We have time to wait I'd love to hear your opinion on new Darwinism." Caitlyn suggested, lured in by how quickly the young doctor rattled off his academic achievements. The SWAT team was amazing but didn't have many with BA's in psychology, let alone doctorates.

"Yeah, I um, have to um, I forgot…" he began, "I have to grab... something. Next time."

Garcia stared at Derek who had a small smirk on his face, knowing that the young doctor got flustered and wasn't very confident in himself or girls. Especially new girls who looked him straight in the eyes and wanted to have a conversation with him, without him engaging first and then doing what he would normally do an nervously ramble about a topic until one of his other team members cut him off.

"Did I say something wrong?"