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Author's note: Sorry guys, its been a pretty hectic weekend and I know I haven't been true to my word, but to make up for it I will post Chapter 3 late Thursday early Friday. For every chapter that gets some reviews, I will unravel something new from the other chapter after the one that is soon to come. So to further explain- if I see that this chapter get's reviews I'll post a short description at the end of Chapter Four when I post chapter three. :)
I shook my head trying to get the idea of being back at the BAU out of my head. I had to go pack.
I headed to the front entrance of my suburban house I was living in which was right in front of my training area. When I had gotten there, I packed all of my necessities into the unused go-bag that I had kept in my closet for a few years.
I looked at my self through the full body mirror perched next to the closet; I could see the sweat glistening on my tan skin. I sniffed my underarms and decided that I definitely needed a quick shower, and that was what I did. After I had packed, I grabbed new clothing and headed towards my bathroom.
I had decided that it would be best if I had dressed in something more conservative, which consisted of a button down silk shirt and a pair of black jeans.
I lugged my small duffle bag downstairs, gave Ryan a good bye and locked the door behind me.
One would say that this would be odd behaviour for a girl to get ready and go to do a favour, after one of her colleagues asked last minute, but like this month, I had nothing better to do. I worked with Hotch for a year when I was eighteen, but I decided that it would be in my best interest to see if any other jobs would be available to me. I loved the BAU, the excitement when catching a new criminal, the challenge when tracking one, but it also worn me down. I needed a break, but three years later when the offer was available I would definitely take it.
After I had shut the door, I sat on the steps of the front of my house, pulled out a recently unfinished book and let the cool evening breeze rustle through my almost dry hair. I had finished a chapter and was about to start another one when I heard a car approaching. Sure enough, when I looked up there were the two FBI vans idling right in front of my home.
I knew I had to take the first van, the one with lesser seats occupied. I grabbed my go-bag and my book and headed to the first van. To my utter disbelief, Morgan actually stepped out of the car and offered to take the bag from me. I knew it was Hotch who made him help me, but I still appreciated the gesture.
He grabbed my duffle bag and popped open the trunk. I looked at him, he held a poker face.
I walked and ended standing beside his smug face, but I knew he was mad about something.
I looked at him using some of my gift to help figure out why. The last thing I needed in this team was an enemy. I nodded my head and instantly knew why he had kept a barrier between us. I waited until he had closed the trunk.
"Don't hate me because I'm young." I said which of course got his attention. "I'm not a show-off." I cleared up. "I'm helping Hotch and your team all together. I owe him this much." I tried to say as much as I could as fast as I could, because Hotch and the female I had felt in the van would get suspicious.
Derek just looked at me, huffed and headed into the car. I shrugged; I had tried my best, if he didn't like me that was completely fine. I wouldn't let something as little as a friend let me come in-between me and my work, which -as I thought about it- was probably why I did not have any friends.
I got into the van on the other side. I opened the door and sat on the empty seat which was reserved from me. Derek was on the other side probably sulking by having to sit near me. When I had sat I looked at the girl-or what I could see of her- in front of me. She was blonde. I looked at Hotch when he started driving and then back to the blonde, which I found was named Penelope.
"Hotch; I'm relieved that you at least put one other female in the car but me." I told him, which was probably why he had put Penelope in here with me.
Hotch smiled when I realized this and the blonde turned her head and smiled mirroring Hotch.
"I'm Penelope, and I, already like you." She told me and I smiled, I already knew her name but a formal introduction was always in order. I smiled back, "Sarah, good to meet you." I shook her outstretched hand which was folded in an awkward way in which she was trying to reach me.
I lay back in my seat, but before I could enjoy anymore silence Hotch was speaking.
"His name is Bravo, well what we could get off him. The crimes he has committed occurred in Cuba, my team and I have already flown there, we got a couple of leads, but no one would tell us a thing."Hotch informed me. Hotch didn't mention that he thinks they are keeping a secret from the FBI and I understood why. He didn't want his team to get their hopes up; he needed them to perform their best because he might not be right. "Mhmmm. That's all? Nothing to tell me about the leads?" I asked suspiciously. Hotch shook his head, "Not very much about them."
I looked at him sceptically and closed my eyes. I instantly saw a picture of a man. Dark, Cuban. Hotch interviewed him, and he said some pretty interesting stuff to him, not very important stuff, but still interesting. I opened my eyes and caught everyone looking at me curiously. I just kept my focus onto Hotch. "Alright..." I said catching his drift. The first ten minutes, and I lie to the team. How trustworthy, I noted in my head.
He nodded his head because he knew that I now know about the Cuban and he had thanked me mentally for not saying a word in front of the rest of the team.
Hotch immediately started talking to lower the suspicion that was practically rolling off Penelope and Derek.
"Were going to get on the plane, eight our flight to Cuba, and once we arrive there, well look around and then rest up in a hotel, which I had already made reservations for." He explained.
I felt the car slow in a couple of minutes and Hotch parked into a secluded piece of a land that rested a jet. Hotch shut the ignition and then Penelope headed out of the car. I hopped out too, and following Penelope, grabbed my luggage and kept pace behind her. Hotch slowed and caught up beside me.
"Thank you for the co-operation. I would gladly appreciate it though if you won't tell anybody about my suspicions." I looked at him, we've stopped walking now and I clearly stated the truth, "You're the boss." Those words I felt would be used more often then not.
We had kept walking until I guess I came face to face with the rest of the team. There I recognized Penelope, Morgan and Spencer Reid. There was also an Italian looking man.
Hotch spoke up, introducing us again. "Sarah, you know Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, and Spencer Reid." I nodded at each of them in turn. "This is David Rossi." I shook his hand; he had a more powerful grip and feel.
"Okay, let's get on." Hotch announced and climbed in first, then Rossi was next, Penelope let me go in front of her, so then it was me, Penelope, Spencer and Derek.
The jet had surprised me. It was bigger than I had expected it to be. It also had a lot of sitting room. Penelope sat down and gestured that I sit in front of her, and that's exactly what I did.
We talked for a bit mainly about the case but then we had talked about life before the case. I was hesitant to give her some information about me, but when she started to tell me about her life, I felt that I had to give her something to work with about me.
She told me how she used to have been disliked by many, but she was an absolute prodigy in computers. I smiled at her happy moments and frowned at the sad parts. Penelope and I were hitting it off, when Derek came and interrupted us.
"Hello, sunshine." Penelope greeted him and I instantly smiled, I knew there was an undecided connection between them. "Hello princess," he winked at her, "Can I take Sarah off of your hands? I need to talk to her." He informed me and Penelope. Penelope's smile faded but she nodded and then smiled at me again.
I followed Derek into the corner of the jet. I sat down and he sat down in front of me. We were alone. Spencer, David and Hotch were at the front of the jet.
I looked at Derek, "Yes?" I asked him, somewhat annoyed after he just sat there, unmoving, just looking at me.
"I'm trying to profile you, there's just something odd about you." He finally said which obviously mad me raise my eyebrows.
"Well that's... comforting." I said oddly and quite offended. He smiled. "Don't take this the wrong way, it's just something is off. I can feel it." I crossed my hands over the table. "And you think it's me?" He just sat their looking at the table. I closed my eyes. I hated looking into people's minds like this, but this was quite frankly weird-ing me out.
I looked at his most powerful memory, and came to a conclusion. There were two girls that were recently missed from this team. I looked at him and told him straight out, "You know I can never replace Emily and Jennifer."
His head snapped up so quickly. He looked puzzled, "How? How did? Oh..." he realized and pointed at his forehead. I was about to give him a second chance to get in my good books.
"Yeah, I want you to know that I'm with you guys just for this one teensy tiny case. That's all. So I would like not to have any enemies to interrupt me with my work, especially when you guys have guns." I said trying to excuse myself for being so blunt when talking about two recent agents and friends.
He looked up and laughed, "I guess your right about that. And oh, hold on," he said as he pulled something from his lap.
"Hotch said you would be needing this" he slid a FBI badge to me. "Keep that with you at all times. Also," He said pulling out another thing from his lap, "Hotch told me you were okay with one of these, and that you had precise aim. Just try your least not to shoot it; we can't cover shots for you all the time, especially because you haven't passed the FBI gun requirement tests." He said handing me the gun and strap. "I'm kind of envious of you." Derek continued.
"You can join the BAU with little to no training," he smiled as he said that, to reassure me he didn't mean to be rude. I smiled, "I know people." Which was true, I did know people, a lot of people. And when I mean a lot of people I mean official and high ranking people.
He chuckled, "Well Penelope probably wants you back." He said turning his head back to me. I looked over his shoulder to where he was last looking and saw her just in time to move her head. Penelope was spying on us.
I laughed. "Actually I think she wanted to hear more of our conversation." I told Derek, speaking more towards Penelope then to Derek. I saw her scowl and Derek looked around and chuckled. "I guess she did." He smiled and agreed.
I got up and headed towards Penelope. The Gun I had recently gotten and its gun case in my hand, FBI badge in another.
I sat in front of Garcia, she looked down at my hands curiously looking at what I was holding. Her eyes eventually reached the sight of my gun. Her eyes opened wide, if I wasn't sure I would have thought that she was going into an attack.
"They gave you a gun?" She asked, half surprised –probably because she didn't picture me as a person to hold a gun- and half disgusted. I laughed at her mixed reaction. "Yeah, but don't worry I won't shoot you." I reassured her, making light of the killing machine I held in my hands. She laughed her expressions off and thought that she would have to get used to it if she practically worked with one. "Better not or I'll go all tech geek on you." She joked back. I smirked at her, "Bring it on!"
