When I got back to my apartment, I set my bag down, made myself some tea, put my PJs on and sat down on my couch with the file. I turned on some Celtic music on my iPod, which was hooked to my stereo, and opened the folder. They were some details regarding whom I was going to be working with.
Aaron Hotchner, the Unit Chief, was a serious looking man with dark hair and eyes. His file said that he had been wounded in the line of duty by a bombing, where another agent was killed. He had also lost his wife to a serial killer who had been stalking him for a time, leaving him with his young son, Jack.
Senior Supervisory Special Agent (Senior SSA) David Rossi was an agent who claimed to have written the book on hostage negotiation and took annual lecture and book-signing tours around the country. Rossi was an older man with dark skin and graying hair.
SSA Derek Morgan was, in a way, living the American dream: troubled youth growing up in Chicago, got into college with a football scholarship to Northwestern, was a Chicago cop and member of the bomb squad before coming to the BAU. He was the only son of a bi-racial couple and was noted to have very strong convictions about who he was.
SSA Emily Prentiss was the daughter of Ambassador Elizabeth Prentiss, whom I knew about. She fluent in Arabic and Spanish and was working on Italian. Prentiss looked like her mother: long dark hair and pale skin. Her convictions were strong and she was very serious about her job, but got along with everyone.
SSA and Media Liaison Jennifer "JJ" Jareau was from my area. A graduate of East Allegheny High and a University of Pittsburgh alumnus, Jennifer currently had a child with a cop from New Orleans. I could see why they chose her for their media liaison. Not only did she have the skills, she was a very pretty girl with blonde hair and gentle features.
Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia was actually caught by the FBI and was offered a job because of her skills with computers. She was a bigger girl with blonde hair and a flair for the interesting clothing. Her file also stated that she had a very charismatic personality and shared playful banter with Derek Morgan. Master hacker…Well, if you can't beat them, get them on your side, I thought as I flipped to what seemed like the last file.
SSA Dr. Spencer Reid…Wait, Doctor? I read through his file and saw that he had three PhDs and two BAs and was working on a third BA. He graduated from his high school in Vegas when he was 12 and had an IQ of 187. Mine was only 160 but I still considered myself to be pretty damn smart. This guy, however, was off the charts as far as I was concerned. Hopefully, he would be the one that I could at least talk to about different subjects other than work.
I put the file down and went to my bathroom, taking a good look at myself. Looking back at me was a girl in her early 20s with middle-length ash brown hair. My eyes were dark blue tonight, but there were some days where they would change from light blue to slate gray and everywhere in between. I was still suffering from acne problems, but I only had breakouts when it was that time of the month. I wasn't skinny by any means of the word, but I wasn't heavy. My friends described me as curvy. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. As I crawled into bed, I found myself still thinking about Reid. He and JJ were the only two that I actually had anything in common with, and Reid even more so than JJ. She and I might be from the same town, but Reid and I were of similar intelligence levels and we both were pretty successful for our ages. My biggest question: was he going to like me? Was anyone going to like me?