A/N: Sorry this is another short chapter, they will get longer if I start getting more interest. I promise there will be a whole lot of your favorite Criminal Minds characters involved, not just my OC.

Alexandra Steele sat in a small café waiting for the journalist to arrive. She was beyond excited to already have her own special assignment from Chief Strauss, as she was still in her first month at the BAU. She had a sneaking suspicion that this assignment was more about proving herself to the team than being trusted with something big on her own. Either way, she was glad to get away from the BAU for awhile. Things were a little difficult there, being the new girl and all. She understood that the other members were tight, like a family, but she felt like a redheaded stepchild. She wasn't redheaded at all, though, in fact she had gorgeous long hair that was a very fair blonde. She was tall, fit, well-liked, and a damn good agent. She only hoped that, in time, her new team would see that and be a little more accepting.

Alexandra's thoughts were interrupted as a woman entered the café, taking her breath away. She was tall and looked like a model, walked like one too, in her short skirt and stiletto heels. Her hair was red, actually, but a deep red that made it impossible for Alexandra to avert her eyes. She sighed, wishing she was meeting someone like that instead of some creepy journalist guy with a name that sounded like someone in a boy band.

Alexandra was shocked when the woman stopped at her table, looking exasperated.

"I'm looking for an Alexandra Steele. Can you help me?" she asked with a smile that melted Alexandra's heart.

"That would be me," Alexandra replied, in shock that this woman would be looking for her.

"Wow," the woman looked impressed. "I'm the journalist who was supposed to meet you twenty minutes ago. I was waiting outside but never saw anyone come in who looked like a stuffy old FBI agent. I guess this explains it."

Alexandra blushed, then asked, "You're Conner?"

"Yup. Blythe Conner, investigative journalist and true crime writer, at your service," Blythe grinned, pulling out a chair.

"I thought you would be-" Alexandra started.

"A man?" Blythe finished. "I get that a lot. It would probably be helpful, actually. People might take me a little more seriously if I looked like a businessman instead of a teenage girl."

"Definitely not a teenage girl," Alexandra said a little too quickly.

Blythe just gave her a sly little grin, sat down, and pulled a notepad and tape recorder out of her purse.

"Shall we begin?" she asked Alexandra.

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