Beautifully Imperfect

Chapter One

"Alright, our new agent is coming in any moment, welcome her nicely please, let's not scare her away." Aaron said, emotionless as usual as he walked into the conference room.
"Ah, Taylor Brooks. 22, used to work for the NYPD, mild schizophrenia, correct?" Spencer asked, looking at Aaron curiously.
"Please, someone don't let him go through any more files, that identical memory of his is actually scaring me," Penelope shivered.
Derek simply laughed, then everything went silent as a woman walked into the room, letting the door close behind her. She had blonde hair that reached her shoulder blades and covered her right eye. Headphones were in her ears and the music was so loud that everyone else could hear it.
She took one headphone out and gave a slight nod.
"Sup," she said.
Derek, after everyone stood in a moment of silence, laughed a bit. "Definitely from NYPD."
Taylor rolled her eyes as Derek and Penelope started to laugh and took a seat on the edge of a table no one was sitting around.
"How could ya tell?" She asked sarcastically.
"Well given the fact that you're from New York and your accent pretty much gives it awa-" Spencer started before Taylor cut him off.
"Kid. It was sarcasm. Rhetorical." She said, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Oh." Was all he answered, his cheeks reddening slightly.
"Here's the thing though, you can't be sarcastic with him. It rhetorical," Aaron said to her, still emotionless.
Taylor stuck one headphone back in her ear. "Whatever."
"Hotch," Derek said, "will she be working on this case with us?"
Aaron nodded. "She's taking JJ's position, since JJ had to resign due to the baby."
Taylor turned the music down when she saw that everyone was talking.
"So what's the case? What happened?" She asked, sitting criss-cross on the table like she owned the place.
"Well, we think it may just be a homicide, we don't think it's serial. Two prostitutes were shot and killed. The crime scene was remarkably cleaned though. The deaths were 2 hours apart, at most." Spencer said, turning to Taylor and then motioning to the board that had plenty of pictures of the victims pinned to it.
"Any leads on who it might be?" She asked, standing up and placing her headphones in her pocket.
He shook his head and dropped his hands into the pockets of his, what seemed to be, trench coat.
"Well that's just great. Cause of death?"
David butted in, "Shot to death. Each had two shots to the chest."
"Signature?" Taylor made her way over to the board to get a look at the pictures.
Derek shook his head.
She sighed and ran a hand through her hair and thought for a moment. "Any witnesses?"
"Two actually. On two different occasions they each said they saw a man stumbling out of a bar, walking with a woman. Both were dressed in dark clothing." Spencer raised an eyebrow at her as he spoke.
"Well checking the bars in the city might be smart." She answered.
Aaron looked between everyone. "There's three bars, and I want everyone out there investigating. Garcia, you're with Morgan, Rossi you're with me, and Reid, you're with Brooks. Go."
Taylor glanced at Spencer. "Oh this should be real fun," she muttered and began following everyone out of the conference room, before Aaron caught her sleeve. "We need to talk." He said.
She sighed and stopped walking, turning to him. After everyone else had left the room and the door had shut, Aaron crossed his arms over his chest.
"Listen, I know you're new to this agency right now, but I will not have you offending my agents in any way, and the way you spoke to Reid was highly offensive. I could see it in his face. Spencer has an identical memory and he can't help what he says. I advise you to respect my agents or you can go right back to the NYPD," he said.
Taylor gave a simple nod and turned, walking out of the room to go get her bulletproof vest.
Spencer held it out to her and she gladly took it, pulling it over her head.
He looked at her for a moment and helped her adjust the vest where she needed it, then asked curiously, "10 bracelets. Isn't it uncomfortable to have them covering your whole arm like that?"
Taylor froze momentarily, then said, "I like them. They don't really bother me all that much."
He looked at one of the bracelets. "Band names?"
"Yeah.." She said quietly, then stuck her hands in her pockets. "Did you get the directions to the bar?" She tried to change the subject.
"Yeah. Do you want to drive? Or should I?" He asked, holding out the keys in case she wanted them.
"Can you drive instead?" She asked.
He nodded, "Come on, we should get going." Spencer began to walk out of the building and out to one of the large, black SUVs behind the FBI department.
Taylor followed and climbed into the passenger seat, as he climbed into the drivers side.
She pulled her headphones back out of her pocket and placed one in her ear, that way she could listen to her music and still be able to talk. She buckled up and Spencer started the engine, glancing behind him after buckling up so he could back out of the parking space.
"So, how was it working for the NYPD?" He asked quietly, facing the road ahead of him.
"It was nice I guess. Once in a while we'd work on cases. Surprisingly enough, there wasn't much homicide cases, which are the only cases I'm supposed to work on. So I'd usually just help out around the place." She tried to make conversation.
"Ahh."
Taylor looked out of the window of the car and looked at the sky. "How long do you think it'll take us?" She asked quietly.
"Maybe a few hours. Why?" He asked softly, glancing at her a few times, switching between her and the road.
She just shrugged. "Looks like bad weather. I can't stand thunder."
Spencer couldn't help but smile slightly. "Scared of thunder?"
"Terrified!" She exclaimed. He laughed softly.
They drove in silence before Spencer blurted out curiously, "Sorry but I have to know. How did you become a police officer if you are a schizophrenic?"
Taylor was silent for a while, before mumbling, " , I'm choosing not to answer that right now."
He nodded understandingly. "I crossed a line didn't I? I apologize, sorry. I was just wondering as my mother is a paranoid schizophrenic."
"Well I'm sorry for that."
They pulled up in the parking lot and they each glanced at each other once before each getting out.
Spencer watched as she began to make her way inside the bar and sighed inwardly before jogging to catch up with her.