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Chapter 1-Books, Coffee, and Newbies.
Spencer Reid. Your typical twenty-three year old guy…sort of. Reid (as he is called by his co-workers) had an IQ of 187, and holds three PhDs in Mathematics, Chemistry, and Engineering, and two BA's in Psychology and Sociology. He graduated high school at the age of 12, and is the youngest member of the Behavioral Analyst Unit (BAU) in Quantico, Virginia.
It was October 24th and Reid was revisiting Cal-Tech University, his old college. As he was walking down the Physiology Hall with his nose in a book and a fresh cup of coffee in his hand (extra sugar), Reid failed to notice the student, who was trying to balance the giant pile of books in her hands, coming from the other direction. Or, he didn't until he bumped into her, splashing his hot coffee all over her green V-neck t-shirt.
"OW!" the girl dropped her books and started pulling at the drenched fabric, "Oh, ow!"
"Jeez, I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Reid immediately dropped his cup and tried unsuccessfully to calm her.
"Ai, sí, no probléma," she hissed. But he was confused, she didn't look Hispanic.
"Excuse me?"
"¿Señor, tú hablo español?" Spanish! His one weakness.
"No, I don't speak Spanish."
"Ok, then. That's actually a good thing, because I was hoping I wouldn't have to start trying to remember my old lessons." The girl chuckled.
"Why would you be speaking Spanish when the person you're talking to is speaking English?"
"Because it's fun to watch people trying to figure out what I'm saying." The exposed skin on her chest had turned bright red.
"Oh, well, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. My skin is gonna be a little pink for a while, but I'll live. I mean, it's not the first time someone has spilled a hot drink on me, and it certainly won't be the last."
"Miss, if someone is harassing you, you should report it to Dean Richards."
"Oh, no. No one is harassing me; I just always seem to be in the way of someone with a really hot drink, or a cold one, depending on where I am. Even if they were, I couldn't report it."
"Why not?"
"Well, first of all, I don't know where the Dean's office is-" Reid cut her off.
"Follow me, I used to go here, and I was always in the Dean's office." He moved to take her hand, but she moved away.
"And second, I don't go to this college."
"Then why are you here?"
"I was here to see the famous Dr. Reid at his presentation about sexual homicide, but I missed it. So, I'm on my way back to St. Augustine tonight. It's a shame actually; I was really looking forward to hearing about his case studies and see him in person."
"You came all the way across the country to see some scrawny geek talk about murderous raving lunatics?"
"Yes, I did. He's supposed to have come from Quantico, Virginia. So if Dr. Reid is that dedicated to catching 'murderous raving lunatics', then I'll be damned if I'm any less ready to do the same. Anyway, it was nice meeting you, señor. Bye." She said cheerfully, walking away.
The mysterious girl was gone by the time he had found his tongue again.
"I'm…Dr. Reid…" too late.
"Oh, and by-the-by," she peaked around the corner, "I personally think that your hair would look better if you didn't comb it back with gel like that. If you gust combed it and let it hang…just a suggestion. Adios and toodles." Gone.
"Uhhh?" Very strange…
Two years later.
"Reid?"
"Yeah, Morgan?"
"Did you hear about the new agent we've got comin' in?"
"Yeah, some guy named Al Grant."
"How much you wanna bet he's a geeky twig like you?"
"First off, I am not a geeky twig." Morgan held his hands up in mock surrender, "And second, twenty bucks says he's a trigger-happy jarhead."
"You're on, Vegas Boy." They shook on it. Then Prentiss walked up.
"I want in. Twenty says he's a total Neanderthal and the first person he hits on is J.J."
"Bring it," Morgan teased, "But just remember, you're a free bird, J.J's not."
"Agents!" their supervisor, Hotchner called out, "come meet the newest member of the BAU profiling team."
When the team turned to look, what they saw astounded all of them.
Alaina POV
The first thing she had done when she entered the building of the BAU was ask for directions to SSA Aaron Hotchner's office. Alaina had been told to report to Hotch as soon as she arrived.
Knock, knock.
"Come in." she opened the door to see an agent dressed in a suit and tie sitting behind the desk, "Ah, Agent Grant. Welcome to Quantico. We don't usually admit young agents fresh out of the academy onto our team, but I've heard many good things about you."
"Thank you, Agent Hotchner."
"Just Hotch is fine. I have come to understand you could probably surpass many of the agents on this team.
"Well, sir, I have no wish to show up my superiors, only the people that think little of me."
"Passionate and wise. I admire that, and I've also heard that you have a bit of an attitude with your mentors." A rare smile began to show.
"I don't like being treated like a child, sir; I only talk back when smart-mouthing someone is needed."
"Again, I admire that. That sort of thing is what will most likely get a confession from the criminals. Now, shall we?" he gestured to the door.
"Lead the way."
When they made their way to the bullpen, Hotch called out, "Agents, come meet the newest member of the BAU profiling team."
Alaina evaluated each face, concurring that they were expecting something else.
"Good morning, I'm SSA Alaina Grant." Then she realized they were also looking at her clothes. A grey, loose form-fitting t-shirt in place of a dress shirt of comfort, boot-cut jeans that were comfortable and very sexy, and black boots that gave her sort of a rough country look.
"No offence ma'am, but we thought we were getting a guy." J.J. stuttered.
"Yes, well, one of her nicknames is Al, which is what she asked me to introduce her as. Grant this is Derek Morgan," he motioned to a black guy with giant muscles.
"Nice to meet ya'."
"And you, Agent Morgan."
"Jennifer Jareau, also known as J.J." a woman with blonde hair with, what Alaina realized was a pregnancy bump.
"Hiya."
"Emily Prentiss," a woman with strait black hair.
"Pleasure to finally meet you."
"Penelope Garcia," a plump woman with multi-colored hair and very colorful clothes.
"A new dove to my collection, hello." Alaina stifled a giggle.
"David Rossi," an older gentleman with silver-streaked black hair.
"Miss Grant," he kissed her hand.
"Down boy…" pause for laughter, "and Dr. Spencer Reid…has just disappeared."
"Hey," he said indifferently from behind a stack of paperwork on his desk.
"Reid." Hotch sounded annoyed.
"Yes?"
"It would be nice if you would come out and speak directly at her, instead of hiding."
"No, its ok, he doesn't have to.
"Oh, yes he does." Rossi interceded, "It's the tradition of new agents. The new kid meets everyone and we establish if they are going to be fun pranking."
Morgan tried to pull Reid away from his desk, "Reid, come on, kid. We did it with you."
"Yeah, Spence, play nice with the newbie." J.J. joked.
"Fine, just hold on a sec."
When he came out from behind the papers, Alaina realized something.
"You?"
"You."
"Do you know each other?" Hotch asked.
"We've met. I don't know if you remember, Dr. Reid, but, uh, two years ago. Cal-tech."
"I have an eidetic memory, of course I remember. But I didn't think you would."
"How could I forget? You spilled hot coffee down my shirt." The other agents started laughing.
"Kid, how did you manage to get into that mess?"
"I was reading a very interesting book on classic narcissism, I wasn't paying attention."
"Neither was I, I was busy trying to keep my books from falling."
"Anyway, we glanced off each other. I spilled my coffee and she spilled her books."
"Well then." Prentiss gasped.
"Then I started talking in Spanish, just having a bit of fun with him. I see you also followed my advice about the hair."
"Yeah."
"Okaay…" J.J. interrupted, "this has been fun and all, but we really need to get started with this case."
"Right, Grant-"
"Just Ali is fine."
"Ali, get settled in quickly, then Morgan will show you to the board room."
"Kay."
Prentiss motioned for Morgan and Reid to talk to her before they went into the briefing, "All bets off, considering we all thought she was a guy."
"Yup. Now, can we go? Hotch is gonna want us in there soon." Reid complained.
"You guys go ahead, I'll stay here and show her the way when she gets done."
"Morgan, don't scare the poor girl."
"Scare her? Why would I scare her?" he gave them his devil smile. Prentiss got an exasperated look.
"Just behave."
"Fine."
This is my first Criminal Minds fanfics, so if you have any info on the characters, it would be greatly appreciated. Did anyone know that Reid's hair got cut really short in like the last season…because I didn't? Anyway, as Alaina said Adios and Toodles.