"….Welcome to the BAU, SSA Jordan."
Jordan zoned back in. He didn't like dealing with new people, but he was very good at it. That was part of the job. He's not like that anymore. Becoming a profiler for the FBI was a good choice- a change of pace. He looked around his surroundings of the office of his new boss. He shouldn't. Profiling each other was forbidden. An unwritten rule of the BAU.
It was a rule that everyone broke.
It was clean and uncluttered, despite the mountains of paperwork. Everything had its place on the oak desk in front of him. Even the happy photo of a woman and a young child, presumably his wife and son. They seem happy.
Not for long.
He could already tell his new superior put all the effort into his job. It is impossible to have both. One has to give way.
"Let's go meet the team." He said sternly as he got up from his seat.
"It's a pleasure to be working for the FBI," Matthew replied robotically. It's what to be expected, he thought. Don't stand out.
He's going to be working with some of the best profilers; make one slip up and they'll know. He needs to keep his past in the past. It's not like the CIA would let him talk anyway. They both were confronted by the rest of the team.
Agent Hotchner was the first to speak. "This is agent Jordan, the new agent that will be joining our team. Jordan, these are agents Morgan, Rossi and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia."
"It's an honour to be working with you all". Jordan announced, as he smirked slightly at the blonde woman, who was clearly attracted to him.
After the professional and formulaic greetings of the other agents, Hotchner escorted him to his new desk whilst the others returned to theirs. So far so good.
Hotchner nodded and retreating back up the stairs into his office. The other agents started off with their paperwork. Jordan slowly walked over to his desk when he frowned as he saw another young woman, about his age, carefully place a stack of neat files upon it. He walked over and was about to speak up when she suddenly turned briskly around as she heard his footsteps. Jordan subtly tilted his head back as their noses touched. He looked her up and down then gave a small smirk.
She was beautiful.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude, I was just giving you reports to work on." She said as turned around to point out the newly placed files he put on his desk. There was a brief pause of silence shared between them as they took the time to look at each other. There was a clear attraction between them and from both sides.
"You must be agent Jareau." He said plainly. "I'm Matthew Jordan, the new agent replacing Elle Greenaway's position." He explained as he extended his hand.
"We don't have to be formal here, call me JJ. " She replied as she shook her head. " Well, I guess I should leave you to it then, nice meeting you, Jordan." JJ briefly shook hands with Jordan then proceeded to walk back to her office, but before leaving the room she turned around to see the dark-haired young man one again. Morgan has some competition, she thought. He's certainly going to be a distraction.
There was no case today, fortunately. Everything seems to have gone to plan. Jordan was relieved to know that there would be no action and he would be left to his own thoughts, or so he thought.
There was endless chatter around the room. Various agents talking, conferring with coffee in their hands to keep them alert. Jordan never liked coffee. It was always too bitter. He only rarely drinks it when he absolutely needed it, and even then, he'd treat it as a drug. There was nothing substantial to enjoy, just mask it when milk and sugar-
"Those reports aren't going to type up themselves kid."
Jordan was abruptly lifted from his thoughts and tried not inwardly cringe at the term 'kid'. How patronising. But he didn't say anything, he just simply nodded and looked down at his files. If there was one thing he was good at, it was efficiency.
He began speeding through the reports at a lighting rate, frantically touch-typing on the keyboard with no time to even blink and raced through all of them just before lunch. He still had 10 minutes left, so he simply sat and played with his fingers.
"You've already completed them?" Jordan didn't notice Hotchner, his boss come to check on his progress. Before he had a chance to respond, he picked up the files and began skimming through them. His once stoic face now shows hints of being surprised. Rossi and Morgan also peeled off of their screens to witness the encounter.
"Well I'm impressed with your speed, Jordan, I think you and Dr Reid will end up doing 90% of the team's reports at this rate." He said with almost an amused tone.
"I don't recall meeting Dr Reid."
"He's another member of our team but is currently taking a personal break. Speaking of which, take a break, lunch is due now anyway. Morgan will guide you." He nodded to Morgan. Great, another kid to chaperone, Morgan thought.
-"So how old are you anyway? You seem pretty young to be in the BAU?" Rossi said after a long, but comfortable silence between the three agents as they sat down at the table of a local Chinese restaurant.
"I'm 25, 26 in a couple of months. I am straight out of the FBI Academy, in fact." That was all they needed to know, Jordan thought to himself.
The elder agents noticed is reserved and cold answer, but they didn't say anything. As the lunch hour flew by, Jordan barely says anything at all. They came to the conclusion that he was generally a quiet person, as when he did speak, it was often interesting and full of humour. Rossi analysed the man for a brief moment. Jordan subtly diverted every question about himself and changed the subject to either Morgan or himself. He masks his personality, and he is very good at it. He seemed to only reveal what he wanted to; and was quite difficult to read. To the average person or even profiler, Jordan would seem perfectly normal, but Rossi came to the conclusion that he may be either hiding something or perhaps has social anxiety on what other people thought of him.
He was attractive physically too. At least he supposed he was to the female eye (he noticed JJ's dilated eyes whilst they were talking). He was tall, about 6"2. He seemed strong, although he was not as well built as Morgan. He was, however, younger and more handsome- he caught the eye of many female and some male as they were walking out of the building.
Lunch was over and they rest of the day seemed uneventful. It was time for the BAU members to go home. Day 1 was over, and a pretty good success in Jordan's eyes. He often caught both Garcia and JJ communicating in low voices and looking in his direction. Nothing new, he often thought his good looks to be more of a burden, than a blessing. It's hard to be ignored when people are questioning why you chose being a profiler and not a model in some famous magazine. He went home to his apartment and called it a day as he collapsed on his bed, exhausted.
It was time to return to the job. They had a case today; a change of pace. They all settled around the conference room whilst Garcia gave out the briefing files on every agent's desk. She smiled slightly when it came to giving Jordan his file.
"There you go, newbie." She said. Jordan returned her smile with a small grin then proceed to look at his file. Garcia began briefing the case.
"Three women have been killed in a town in North West Virginia. They all had dark hair, dark eyes and were in their late twenties to early thirties. Their bodies were found in a nearby river, but they seemed untouched and were wrapped in a blanket."
"Could be a sign of remorse, Hotch." Rossi was the first to suggest.
Hm. "Hotch". Convenient nickname, Jordan perceived.
"The Unknown Subject is female." They all turned around to meet the eyes of Jordan, which puzzled faces.
"What makes you say that?" Morgan challenged him with a confused tone.
"They were all upper-class and poisoned. Female killers try not to get their hands dirty and almost always kill for financial gain."
The agents gave a surprised and impress gaze at each other before returning to Jordan. Hotch frowned slightly.
"How did you know that they were poisoned? This is a time-sensitive case. The local coroner hasn't even finished the autopsy."
"Slight jaundice is apparent on all these victims. Whatever the 'Unsub' gave them probably caused acute liver failure." Jordan explained. He was glad to impress them all and just on his first case, but he felt awkward with all of them staring at him, so he hung his head back down and pretend to be going over the file once more. They resumed the briefing, bouncing back ideas before proceeding to grab their go bags and meet at the jet.
The case was simple. The Unsub was in fact, a woman. Poison was her choice of kill. Jordan was right, he solved the case almost single-handed.
This job was easy. Frequent images of mutilated bodies were obviously a downer, but It didn't bother him much; it wasn't new to him. Working for the CIA, he needed to shoot to kill. Martial Arts were his expertise too, and It benefited him out on the field. He almost laughed at Morgan's face when he was held at gunpoint. Seeing as Jordan was young and supposedly inexperienced, the team expected him to panic.
But he didn't.
Instead, he stayed calm. His head met the metal of a cold gun, who belonged to Avery Fisher (a deranged Unsub who tortured and raped his victims) and the team profiled him to go out with a bang. Jordan knew what to do. He couldn't show his full abilities; just enough to survive. Within a few brisk movements after triggering various pressure points, Fisher was on the floor, clearly in pain.
Jordan walked over to put him in hands cuffs, then read his Miranda rights. Morgan was surprised, the whole team was.
Matthew Jordan was of surprises it seems. Morgan turned to look at the now sleeping agent sitting upright on the jet. They were on their way home from the case. It's been two weeks since the new agent walked into the bullpen, and over that short period of time, they became friends. He was even flirty with JJ, but he'd have to be careful. There were strict fraternisation rules.
Speaking of rules, the anti-profiling rule between members didn't really apply to Jordan. He never gave anything away. It irritated Morgan in a way, how he was unable to profile him. He had a habit of wanting to know everything, including a guide to Jordan's labyrinth of a mind. He was always thinking, he always gave unique tweaks in the accuracy of the profile, just like Reid. I'm sure he'd be pleased to know there was someone of his age in the BAU. He would still be youngest, however. Morgan smiled at the thought of the younger agent, he'd be returning to work after going to visit his mother for two weeks and informed him of Jordan over the phone. He wondered how he'd react to him.
A/N Jordan's appearance is based on the appearance of Manu Rios (just google him) just a bit older.