In the beginning.
Part one.
Spencer Reid was nothing more than a boy, a boy with a fantastic mind. Working at the BAU had changed him, in what way he did not know. All he knew was that it was a change that was for the better. His job as a profiler allowed him to show his genius, whether it be through that of his knowledge of human behaviour in relativity to himself, or whether it was through his subconscious holding of statistics.
None of this however, relived him of the awkwardness he experienced while attempting to communicate with other human beings, especially that of the opposite gender. Reid had had a girlfriend before, two in fact, not that that made him seem any more 'cool' or 'experienced' but perhaps it would help in some way.
Morgan however, was different, he was a womaniser without the chauvinistic instinct they always tended to carry. He was smooth and charming. But Spencer…well he was just innocent, shy and his intelligence could be intimidating if mixed with a conversation with a girl who either, a) lacked intelligence, there for did not understand or felt his speech was just 'babble', or b) a girl who simply felt the need to compete with his intelligence, there for resulting in failure, leading to embarrassment, leading to her running away swiftly, etc.
"Reid do you actually take in that many words in that space of time?" Morgan blurted as he studied the way in which Spencer was flicking through a book on Russian cultures at a speed that was almost inhuman.
"Yes I do. It's part of the whole genius package." He smirked slightly; remarks about his superior intelligence had never bothered him, but intrigued him. People could never just find out he was intelligent and leave it, they would always find other ways to enlighten their fascination further, causing them to ask more questions, and isolating Spencer even more. Even though he had never intentionally made someone feel 'stupid' without good reason, it was days like this that made him wonder what exactly his life would be like if he had not have been granted with a brain that would always cause him to be mathematically correct, socially uncomfortable and awkwardly flustered.
"Well it worries me Reid, I mean, how you gonna get any action with a brain that would make Albert Einstein feel hopeless?"
Spencer's smirk had stayed put, as his eyes dodged for computer screen to Morgan.
"Well, I get action…I've had girlfriends." It was clear that Spencer hadn't thought of an appropriate way to handle such an enquiry into his personal life. The truth was, his last girlfriend was back in college, Tracy Jenner, she was very average, Spencer and her had made their connection due to both their lack of social efforts and they sort of sought comfort in each other. It didn't end well of course; she turned out to be a slight maniac and decided to drop out of college early to join some random hippy cult. No great loss really.
"Hey, Morgan, stop bullying the kid. Meeting in the board room in 15 minutes." Hotchner stated as he swiftly strolled past the main desks, up the stairs and into his office.
"Looks like its time to work; did JJ even mention that there was a case we were working?" Reid asked Emily who was quietly sitting typing at her desk opposite him.
"Err, no, not that I know of. Maybe it's just a meeting; there could be a day that goes by that were not looking for some crazy."
The hint of sarcasm was met evenly by Emily's sense of humour, which made Morgan smile slightly as he thought about the idea of having a day off. All of a sudden, just as Derek, Spencer and Emily were getting ready to pack up there notes and head to the board room, the elevator opened, revealing a young girl, couldn't be more than 19 or 20. "What the…" Prentiss stood up in a state of curiosity.
"Who the hell is that?" Morgan pronounced, disgruntled at the sight of, not just an unfamiliar face, but that of a person who was for one, severely out of place appearance wise and secondly the fact that she was armed, and looked increasingly intimidating. Especially for a girl of such a young age, and so small in size.
She was a dainty young thing, yet you could tell from the tight fitting clothes that she was practically pure muscle, and quite obvious European bone structure. Derek had began to walk over to her as she emerged from the elevator, intent on checking her badge due to the feeling to discomfort he felt in the pit of his stomach not knowing exactly what was going on. She was tanned, quite obviously natural and not due to a product, her hair was white blonde, the colour that could not have been natural without that of a pigment mutation, and it was styled in a way that was incredibly…well…un-styled. It was thick and wavy, and managed to graze the bottom of her rib cage easily in length. She wore no make-up, except that of a natural matte pink coloured lipstick that stained her doll like lips in a way that was almost too perfect. Her outfit was odd, especially for that of an FBI agent, (that is if she was an FBI agent). It consisted of a simple cotton black vest top, just long enough, and tight enough, to cover the high tops of her thighs and her rear end. In a way that was provocative yet dominating. As if she was dressed for comfort not to provide entertainment for the everyday guy. She wore a holster, black leather. A serious choice, with the two gun pockets hugging the weapons in a secure way. Yet she also wore a tight holster on her thigh, of which the top half of the weapon was concealed by her dress item.
"Excuse me, mam; can I help you with something?" Morgan asked, as polite, yet as stern as possible. A way that would intimidate those who would require intimidating yet would not be noticed by someone without a secret.
"Call me mam one more time and you'll have a reason to be helped gorgeous." She stated. Her accent was odd. English, the south perhaps, with a hint of European.
"Just gimme an ID." Derek was not up for a challenge, especially not on his own turf, with a girl that was clearly at least ten years younger than him.
Reid and Emily at this point had stood up and made there way over to where the conversation between them was happening. Not too close, but close enough to know if or when to step in.
"I see you've met the new recruit already." A voice stepped in from across the room, Agent Hotchner was clearly making his way over to where the two were discussing ID etc, either with intention to talk or an intention to help look over what could go down if worst comes to worst.
"Excuse you?" Prentiss interrupted, obviously shaken by the abrupt announcement.
"Well I was going to wait to introduce you people to her in our meeting but obviously you've all beat me to that idea."
"Agent Hotchner yes?" The mysterious girl asked.
"Yes, pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you from Sergeant Tina."
Hotch offered a hand, and she pleasantly accepted in a manor of which would definitely be considered lady-like. That was the moment of which she gave Spencer a very sly, very quick, once over.
"If you'd all like to follow me into the board room, someone give JJ and Garcia a heads up." The strange female followed Hotchner, taking a moment as she walked, to sneak another look at Spencer. He locked it with his own, with no smile, just a look.
The team all made there way to the room, everyone except Reid was discussing the mysterious new 'recruit' of which had turned up at the office, her unusual appearance and lack of FBI identification. The team walked into the meeting room, the round table with its chairs placed around its edges was in its usual state, except that there was a lack of files lying on it. It was through this statement that it was made clear to the team that something else was happening.
"Guys, this may come to a shock to you, due to the lack of mentioning of the situation earlier on. But, there was a meeting with FBI headquarters about 3 weeks ago, and they came to the conclusion that due to Gideon leaving the team, they feel that it is necessary to bring in another member.
"But were doing a good job, I don't see why it's necessary to bring in another member Hotch". Prentiss stated, perhaps feeling threatened by the unsuspected, female addition to the team.
"Well believe me when I say we were all surprised, but it's done now, and the head office has made their decision, the BAU's new criminal profiler will be . She's incredibly experienced in many attributes of profiling and justice, I'm sure you'll make her feel welcome enough." Hotchner was obviously wishing the moment to be over quick enough, so that he could get out of the meeting room and back into the dark safety of his office.
"Erm, Hotch, is there a specific reason for the new inclusion of a team member?" Reid said quietly, trying to avoid eye contact with as he spoke. Mostly because he feared she would notice the fascination in his eyes. He had never seen such an unusual character outside of the fictitious psychology studies he had looked into during his completion of a BA in psychology. Her appearance was only part of it. Despite the fact she was unrealistically beautiful, she also had an accent with an apparent history and an air of mystery.
"Well Reid, I'm not obliged to discuss that matter, but I can say that it is important to have a fresh input to cases, you can all get back to your work now." Hotch walked out, leaving the rest of the team to gather their things and go back to their desks. Reid was busy grabbing a few files from the desk at the side of the room when he was tapped on the shoulder.
"Hey err, I don't really know where I'm meant to go, I'm supposed to be in the firearms department this morning, can you like, direct me?" It was her; she had actually asked him, not Morgan or Hotch, but him. He soon realised he was staring in disbelief.
"Oh, yes, I guess I can take you up there now I'm going to the copy room anyways its right by there…" Reid himself was surprised at what he had just said; it was as if he had just made some sort of smooth conversation.
"Thank you, I thought there'd be directions or something with my ID but there wasn't, I'm kind of winging it for today." She folded her hair behind her ear as she spoke, awkwardly looking towards the ground once or twice.
"No worries, it's pretty easy to find after you've been around once or twice." Spencer led her out of the meeting room and through the workspace, taking notice of the confused looks on his workmates faces.
"I'm Ebony by the way; this stuff is just ridiculous…"
She laughed; Spencer thought he heard a slight nervousness in her voice.
"Yeah I don't particularly like the term doctor either."
"You're a doctor?" She sounded surprised; she obviously had no real idea about any members of the team.
"Yes, I'm like a child prodigy type, thing."
Spencer really didn't want to boast, he feared he would scare her away or something else.
"You're Spencer Reid."
It was a statement more than a question; and she looked almost as if she felt foolish when she said it.
"Yes, how did you know my name?"
"I read your thesis on the Russian mafia killings and how they had a lot more religious meaning than what people thought."
Reid didn't quite know what to say, no one had really ever brought up anything he had written, except from Gideon, once. And of course his mum at some point.
"Really? I didn't know anyone under the age of 60 read anything I wrote." He laughed, feeling slightly calmer but, still on edge in case he took his thoughts too far.
"Yeah I read way too much, but it was good. Some parts of it could've used some more evidence but your input was interesting, I liked it." She was sincere; she had actually looked Spencer in the eye for some time.
"This is the firearms department." He had panicked; once again his social skills had failed him.
"Oh, right yeah. Sorry I kind of went off on one a little bit. I'll see you again at some point." She smiled sweetly, and walked through the door to the firearms department, Spencer stood for a moment, questioning his abilities with the female race. If only he had had the ability to make her feel comfortable enough for a little bit longer.