"Do you know any names?" I was intrigued.
"Just the surname" She paused, thinking before saying;
"Reid"
Later that day, no one's point of view;
Seaver finished their interview as Dr. Spencer Reid hesitantly opened the door.
"Are you Galieta Ivy?" his gaze swept over the room, then rested lightly on the pale girl.
"Yes," Her voice was barely a whisper. "And you are?"
"Dr. Spencer Reid." He held out his hand.
She stood, not taking his hand, but looking him over analyzing him. Then she took his hand. "You are my half brother, and new guardian?"
"Yes." He nodded his head awkwardly. "I'm an FBI agent."
"Cool." Her face split into a grin. "I hope to go into law enforcement myself someday."
He smiled back at her. "We just finished up the psych evals, so we are gonna hop on the plane back to Quantico. Is that your stuff?" He nodded at a small duffle bag in the corner.
She nodded shyly and went to retrieve it. When her back was turned, Seaver mouthed to him 'Wow' and he nodded in response. Galieta hoisted the bag up onto her shoulder and turned, ready to go and they left for the plane.
On the plane;
Rossi cleared his throat. "So Galieta, is your name symbolic of something?"
"Yes." Her voice was in her quiet tone she first started talking to someone too." A Greek myth. Pygmalion was a bachelor told to marry by the goddess Aphrodite, so he stalled for a plan, and said he would choose a suitable woman once he finished his latest statue. It took months for him to finish, but when he was done, he had a life-sized statue of a women. He was so taken aback by the beauty of his work; he adorned her in jewels and stared at her all day. He named her Galieta, and told Aphrodite to turn him to stone so he could marry the statue, but the love goddess brought Galieta to life instead. I always loved that myth."
"You talk as if you named yourself." Prentiss chimed in.
Galieta looked uncomfortable with all the attention, but spoke louder. "Sally and Jeb called me Sarah. I'm not a Sarah. My mother tried to name me Rylinn, but I'm not that either."
"So, what do you think of Reid?" JJ pointed at the sleeping young man.
"I wouldn't know. I've known he was my brother for a matter of minutes."
"What's your favorite color?" Morgan threw out.
"Black." Was the reply after a moment of thought.
"Why black?"
"I've done some research on what ancient cultures thought of colors, and the ancient Egyptians thought black was sacred and red was evil. I actually never wear red, ever."
"You are Reid's little sister 100%." Morgan laughed.