A/N; I hate doing a cliché fic, but I have to! I am a Reid/Seaver shipper but I really have to! Here it is!

It was a regular day in the BAU. Morgan, Prentiss, and JJ were in the bullpen, Rossi and Hotch were in Hotch's office, and Reid and Garcia were in the break room. Morgan was the first to notice the woman walk in.

She was clad in a purple blouse, a black suit jacket with matching slacks, and brightly colored socks with ballet flats. Her hair was blonde, and just fell past her shoulders. Her green eyes glittered with confidence and her chin was high and shoulders were back, suggesting she expected respect. She walked straight to Hotch's office, stopping at Reid's desk and dropping something small there.

"Who is that?" Prentiss voiced Morgan's thoughts.

"I don't know, but I want to." Morgan said.

"Oh no. Did you see the badge? She is FBI, not another notch on your proverbial bedpost." JJ put her hands on her hips.

At that moment Reid walked back to his desk and saw what the woman dropped there. His face went pale and his jaw went slack. Then he glanced up and caught them looking, so he stiffened up. Hotch poked his head out of his office and called out; "Conference room now!"

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"This is SSA Dr. Hattie Terpsichore." Hotch gestured to the woman who walked in earlier. "She is the newest edition to the team. You will treat her with the same respect you reserve for each other."

"So none?" Morgan wisecracked.

"She is highly qualified for this position. She passed all her gun and physical exams with flying colors, not to mention her intellect." Hotch reprimanded.

"Intellect?" Prentiss questioned innocently.

"IQ 185 and reads 20,000 words per minute. Basically girl Reid." Hotch said proudly.

"Heh heh," Hattie snickered.

"What's so funny?" Reid said hotly.

"That I'm being compared to you Smartie." She smirked, plopping down in a seat.

"If I recall correctly, and you know I do, it happened a lot!" He retorted.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes.

"You guys know each other?" Garcia said mischievously.

"Yeah, we went to school together," She started.

"And were next-door neighbors," He added.

"And were best friends for 8 years." She finished.

"We kept in touch through e-mail when I moved here." Reid nodded.

"Why didn't you tell us about her?" Morgan cocked an eyebrow.

"It's complicated." Hattie turned red.

"We'll leave you guys to get acquainted." Hotch and Rossi left for his office.

"We had a falling out." Reid explained. "She wanted to get a tattoo and I told her not to and she countered with the fact I was not the boss of her and got it anyway."

"What's the tattoo?" JJ asked curiously.

Hattie held up her hands and made fists so the team could read the words scrawled across her knuckles; LOVE LIFE.

"Really cool." Prentiss said excitedly.

"Yeah," Hattie said shyly, dropping her hands.

"What did you put on his desk?" Morgan asked.

"A Smartie." Reid held up the candy. "It's his nickname." Hattie explained. "Ever since the DMV let him get his license at 15 and I had to wait a year even though we are equals."

"Well lets go finish up the paperwork." Morgan cracked his knuckles.

"You mean dump it all on my desk." Reid grumbled as he followed the others out, leaving Garcia and Hattie alone.

"You are coming to the Lair and telling me everything about how much you loooooove him!" Garcia giggled, grabbing Hattie's arm.

"I-I-um-I," She stammered as she was dragged away.

"Don't deny it. I may not be a profiler but know body language!" Garcia cackled evilly.

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