Eee!
I can't believe my luck. I've been transferred to the BAU. Garcia managed to get me on the team. Man, she's good.
Of course, I'll have to meet everybody else.
I shift my backpack to one side and wait for the elevator to arrive.
Some dude walks up and nods.
The elevator opens and we climb in.
"Floor 40?" He asks and I push the button. It doesn't matter, cause that's where I'm headed. I haven't ever seen this guy before. Then again, Seattle is pretty far from Quantico.
Ah, Seattle. Good memories. Not such good experiences.
My phone buzzes, cutting me out of my thoughts. It's Garcia.
Garcia: U here yet?
Me: Comin up now.
Garcia: Wave to the camera
Me: Whos this dude next to me?
Garcia: That, my friend, is Derek Morgan. You'll like him.
Me: ?
Garcia: :D
Garcia: You'll see...
Man, she's ever the drama queen. Never changed. Probably never will.
We've reached floor 40. The doors open, and I climb out.
"You're here!" Garcia shrieks and tackles me. "I haven't seen you in forever! How's your mom?"
"Actually, pretty good. She has her days, though." I say.
"Garcia, explain?"
"Hotch didn't tell you? Wow."
He smiles.
"Hey. I'm Derek. You must be the new person that Garcia hasn't told me about."
I nod as we walk towards a small group of people. There's a little kid hanging onto one of them. AWWWWWW!
They're laughing and talking. Smidgeit there smiles at one of them. He's adorable.
"Hey, guys, meet the newbie." Morgan says and nudges me.
Garcia points at the one with the kid. "This is Jennifer Jareau, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, this cutie is Henry, this is Alex Blake, over there is Aaron Hotchner, and you've already met Derek."
I smile. "I'm Kassidy Burgess."

Toys R Us, 3:46 PM
His eyes were burning.
The fumes coming off the object in his lap were torture on his corneas, but this had to be done.
His need had to be filled.
They deserved it anyway.
They had snubbed him.
Gingerly, he connected the wires from the fuses in the car to the homemade bomb.
As soon as the key was turned, his need would be filled.
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Man, what a first day.
Garcia has told just about every tale there is to tell about me.
Every single story.
After she's finished, I pull out my keys.
"Hate to run, but I need to finish moving in." I say and they all nod.
As soon as I get in my car, my phone rings.
"WHAT?! I'll be right in."
I run back inside.
Everybody's looking at photos.
A blown up car. Family still inside. Third explosion this month. All the same MO.
I've seen some nasty stuff, but never at this scale.
"This is...extremely disturbing."
"Family of three. Anna Carter, 42, Philip Carter, 6, Tommy Carter, 3."
"The dude who did this is just plain sick."
"Um... kinda pointless question, but um, how would they die from asphyxiation with a blast that powerful?" I say and Reid looks at me.
"Actually, I don't know."
Hotch looks at both of us and then back at the screen.
"We leave in the morning."