A/N: Apparently I was kicked by the muse heavily. =) Chapters are very loosely tied together. At the moment I have 10 chapters planned, 6 already written, but that can go up or down over the time, depending on what i decide on working or not working out as intended. Since it is written sponteanously I am open to suggestions for first times I might not even think about. if I written them I can't guarentee though. As for the chapters... what can I say. I just love long chapters. Also... thanks to my beta LoveforPenandDerek for the look over.

First time for everything

First meeting

It was a Wednesday. God knows why she remembered that. And it was November. A cold day, with forecasts for snow. She had worked six years now for the FBI as a technical analyst for all sorts of departments, from the 'Mail fraud' department to the Cyber Division and a few weeks for the 'Bank Fraud'. It was a good job, but nothing too challenging.

When the FBI originally recruited her due to her incredible valuable skills with computers she was thinking of them giving her a job where she really could do something, a challenge. Instead they put her in some sort of office with a computer and eight hours of boredom, checking suspicions of fraudulent activities. When she was about to go crazy they put her into a department that was more her specialty – Internet. But there again she was confronted with never-ending boredom and chasing mainly dead ends or very minor issues.

And as she was about to quit - due to this job not fulfilling her at all - she heard that the BAU team was looking for a new analyst. She knew that the cases the BAU was dealing with were anything else than a picnic, but she also knew a job there was probably a hundred times more satisfying and fulfilling than what she had been doing so far.

So she applied for the job, and got it.

The first day is usually always the worst. New people, new things, new procedures. They might all be working for the FBI, but it was interesting that each division and department had their own set of procedures, how things are handled and done. The Mail fraud department was known for its slightly hostile environment. No one really knew each other that well, and the only time anyone talked to the rest was about a case or a possible breakthrough.

The Internet department was where no one actually talked to anyone. They were too stressed, too busy, too focused on the huge workload that there was no time for chitchat or anything at all. They talked really rarely about cases since everyone had their own usually and they rarely crossed with others. Saying it was lonely and frustrating would have been an understatement. It was a small miracle she actually had managed to stay with the FBI for six years in retrospective.

So here she was, not sure what she should expect from working with the BAU. The little things she knew were that they expect a lot from you, and the job isn't exactly 9 to 5. They do not necessarily work fixed hours and you can get called in at any hour during day or night, weekday or weekend.

When she was shown her office she had to admit to be slightly shocked. It was a dark, small room, packed with several computer screens on two of the walls. No windows. Barely enough room to breathe.

She had been told by the agent that brought her here that the team she would be working for was out on a case, but she would meet them eventually - until than she should start settling in.

Trying to get a feeling for the cases these guys would work on, she tried locating some older case files, with a bit of luck she might also find what they were working on right now. That way she would at least know what might be requested from her in the next few days. After a good hour she had to admit defeat regarding current case files, assuming that these might be with the team at the very moment – but found at least some good examples for older cases and the previous tech girl's work.

Bringing the case files back to where she got them from initially she noticed a couple of people standing around a desk in the bullpen, arguing and talking. She didn't pay much attention to them and neither did they towards her.

Having dropped the files back into the shelves she got them from, she heard someone behind her calling for a Gomez. But no one seemed to respond, not that she could tell at least. In fact no one else apart from her and the other three guys around the desk where around at all.

She started walking back to her office when she heard the same voice again.

"Hey, Baby Girl," it was saying and that got her attention. She was the only female person in close reach, and he wasn't talking loud enough for anyone outside this office to hear.

So Penelope turned around, not sure what to expect.

"Baby Girl?" she asked, seeing an incredibly stunning looking, chocolate colored man, who looked straight at her. So he meant me than, she thought, smiling slightly.

"Forgive me, I just didn't know the real name –, " he started to apologize. And those eyes. So dark, so deep, so wonderful – although she was standing quite a few feet away from him. And if there is such thing as love at first sight she most definitely just experienced it. For a moment she might have stared, lost in thought.

She shook her head slightly, smiling at him and making sure he would be aware she didn't take it bad.

"I have been called worse," she replied, noticing the hesitation in his eyes. And that's when she noticed. From the pictures she had seen before. Of the team she was supposed to work with. He was one of them – although his name slipped her mind right now - and the other two men behind him were too.

He probably had a reason to call for her.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, walking over to the three of them, pen and pad ready to note what they would need.

They gave her the basic information on the case and then several things to chase up on. Mainly victim's credit card statements and possible similarities.

With already at least eight victims, she knew there was a lot of stuff to dig through, but she worked not just efficient, but also extremely quick and was able to present them with results in less than 20 minutes.

"That's … pretty quick, to be honest. You sure you got everything?" she was asked, by Aaron Hotchner, who she found out would be something like her boss. He could do with a bit more smiling, but then again she had heard what this job could do to someone. Maybe smiling is something you just lose the ability to perform after years in a job as dark as this.

"For a matter of fact I am sure, sir. I highlighted all activities on the cards that could be found on at least one of the other victim's cards, but have to admit that this might not get you much further. So I also compared dates of the transactions and limited it down to the last three months. There are two transactions that appear on all cards. And usually no more than two days pass by before the same transaction appears on another victim's card, sir," she said, handing him the manila folder and looked in his rather surprised face.

"You work fast, woman," she suddenly heard coming from behind. She recognized the voice as being the guy who earlier called her 'Baby Girl'. She turned around, smiled at him and got a wink in return.

"I aim to please," was all she said before leaving Aaron Hotchner's office, but not missing the laugh from who turned out to be Derek Morgan.

"I love her already" she heard him say in a humorous tone, before she closed the door to the office and made her way back to her own office, with a large smile displayed on her lips. Maybe the transfer to this department was the best idea she had in years, and it sure as hell would be an interesting experience.

Especially working with Derek Morgan.