A/n: Hey guys! I'm trying to write something out of my norm and hopefully this is it. Hopefully. Please, please, please tell me what you think! I'm not used to writing crossovers and such. And I haven't written anything 'supernatural', for lack of a better word, since eighth grade which was two – three years ago.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or Psych. Just the plot.

You can be childlike without being childish. A child always wants to have fun. Ask yourself, "Am I having fun?"

–Christopher Meloni

I walked in the BAU office humming the theme song to Strawberry Shortcake and earning a lot of strange looks. "Strawba-ba-ba-berry, Strawberry Shortcake," I sang a little louder than I needed to.

That gained me a questionable look from a darker man in the center of the room.

"Is she serious?" I heard him think.

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the office of Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner.

"Come in," the man in the office called after I knocked on the open door.

"Agent Hotchner? I'm Aris Christie. We spoke on the phone?" I said, stepping in the room.

A look of recognition passed over his face. "Oh, yes, the psychic."

I smiled; of course he would consider me psychic. "If you could leave that part out, I'd appreciate it. People seem to take it better when I tell them."

"If that's what you wish. I'm very sorry for not formally introducing to the team but we have an urgent case," he replied.

I nodded. "Of course."

He led the way to a room with a group of people surrounding a table. I stood off to the side.

"Who is she?" one of the women thought the brunette I believe.

"I'm Aris Christie," I replied, waving. "I'm the new probationary agent assigned to your team for the next three months."

"She's to silently," Agent Hotchner said pointedly, "watch how we do things around here so when she returns to California; she has a better understanding of criminal profiling."

I rolled my eyes and gestured to the blonde in the crazy attire, which was just as wacky as mine. I figured she was the liaison by where she was sitting and the remote in her hand.

"Thank you, my new best friend. Love your outfit, by the way." She clicked the remote and a picture of a young brunette popped up. "Holly Jacobs, victim one of six. She was found stabbed to death in her home in Santa Barbra, California two months ago."

A few more post mortem pictures flashed on the screen before a new victim appeared. "Tony Hayes was found ten days later also stabbed to death." A new vic appeared. "Valerie Sprouce, Jeffery Nash, Zipporah Jenkins, and Harold Franks were all found stabbed to death, ten days apart. And this morning, the beautiful Detective Juliet O' Hara of the SBPD went missing this morning."

I gasped.

Juliet O' Hara sat in a dark room. A small light came from beneath the door. She wasn't tied up; she wasn't hurt, just cold and tired. She cried for Shawn and Lassiter. "Help me," she whispered.

"Agent Christie?" a new female voice asked, pulling me from my vision.

"Huh?"

"Are you okay? You suddenly had a blank look on your face," the brunette agent continued.

"Yes, I'm fine. Please continue," I replied a little breathy.

Agent Hotchner tossed me a bottle of water and ordered me to take a seat. "Wheels up in three hours."

They all picked up and left the room, all the while giving me different looks. Their voices jumbled in my head as a monotonous hum.

"You all right?" Agent Hotchner wondered.

I nodded. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting it."

"Do these things happen often?" He wondered.

I shrugged. "Sorta. If I touch you I get a vision but it has to be skin contact. I tend to wear long sleeves and keep my hands in my pocket to avoid it. But the ones that come out of the blue take a lot more out of than if I just shake your hand."

He nodded. "I don't think I could be able to handle that."

"I've always had the visions, but the being able to hear what other people can think thing is new."

He stared at me like I was crazy, which I probably was.

"Yeah, see people take it better when I tell them." I sipped the water and stood to leave.

"Can you really read my mind?" he wondered.

"If that's how you want to put it." I walked out of the room and to my temporary desk where I was bombarded with questions.

"So Aris? That's an unusual name," the darker man said.

"It Greek for 'Child of God'," the younger, nerdy guy stated.

"Very good," I replied. "So can I know your names? I might only be here for a few months but names can be helpful."

"Derek Morgan," the older man declared holding his hand out.

I waved. "Mysophobic."

"Huh?"

"It means she's afraid of contamination and germs," the nerdy one said.

"Yeah. Are you a genius or something?" I wondered.

"I don't believe intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, can read 20,000 words per minute," he smiled.

"Okay, Boy Genius, can I get your name?"

"Spencer Reid."

I smirked. "Ah so you're the infamous Dr. Reid. You're my sister's role model. She read everything there is to read about you."

"Oh, um thanks?" He looked a bit uncomfortable.

I shrugged a bit. "Eh, I tend not to question my sister's doing. I-" My phone rang.

"Hey, Sis did you wait till Harper got on the bus before you left?" Nadia answered as soon as I held the iPhone up to me ear.

"No I woke up and left her asleep on her bed. Of course I did, Nadia. And I picked up the kitchen."

"Good."

"Look, I might not have been the best patron to take care of a cat when I was younger but I have grown up since then."

"Forty-nine percent of kidnappings-"

"Look, Nadia you might be a genius but there's no need to spit out statistics." I noticed the smirk Agent Morgan sent Dr Reid. I stood and looked for a quieter place to talk. "I know you're in this huge custody battle with your ex-husband, but Harper knows not to go with him. She knows to call you or me if he tries to take her."

"I know."

"Take your nap. Write your book. And be jealous of me."

"Why would I be jealous of you?" she wondered.

"Keep your phone on."

"Aris? What are you talking about?"

"Just wait Nadia. Just wait." I hung up and walked back to my desk. I started humming again as I looked over the case file. Agent Morgan gave me a questioning look and I brushed it off.