Chapter Two; Larisas Point Of View.

I woke up and stretched lazily. By the little light in my apartment, it was like 7am. I yawned kind of loud and wondered what to do with my day. Maybe shopping. Or some spa treatments. I didn't have anything pressing to do at the office did I? Naah, I couldn't think of anything.

I reached over to my bed side table for my cell phone and hit a wall. I opened my eyes in shock and yelped. I wasn't in New York anymore. I couldn't go shopping at Tiffanys. I didn't work for Vogue anymore. I was in Quantico, Virginia and in two hours I was gonna start work as an FBI agent!

I hopped from bed and ran for the shower. An hour later I examined myself in front of my mirror. New skirt, black tartan mini with a huge bow. Very this season. Sex pistols shirt in white, tucked in. So painfully Luella. Black sheer tights and ludicriously high heels. Oh yes please. Hair straightened, falling into ringlets at the bottom. Make up - perfect. I didn't look a thing like an FBI agent, but whats a girl to do? I left the house after I grabbed my bag and drove into my new place of work.

I paused in the car park, rested my head against the wheel and took a deep breath. This is it Risa, fresh start. No mom interfering, no crappy ex boyfriends, nothing to do with dad. These people don't know you. So make a good impression. This is your dream job. Your going to love it. So get going, I thought silently. Mental pep talk over, I entered the building and signed myself in after filling in the correct forms. The nice girl at the desk said at some point today they'd sort me out a badge and my gun and gave me directions up to the office I'd be working in. As I leant on the wall of the elevator I grinned to myself. I was on my way to my office! In an FBI building! How cool. It was kind of like some wierd ass dream, I'm telling you man!

I entered the room after knocking and found it totally empty. Wierdness eh? Kind of wierd being in there without someone telling me I could be either. Felt like trepassing I guess. So I walked back out into the hall where I kind of felt more comfortable and looked at the clipping on the walls and the pattern of the carpet and stuff, you know. Then about 5 minutes after that, I heard footsteps and I looked up and this guys coming towards me, obviously going into the office cause the corridor kind of didn't go anywhere else.

'Hey,' I called out to the guy.

He kind of jerked, like he hadn't noticed me cos he'd been in a world of his own or something. Maybe he had. Anyones guess, really. He stopped and I got my real first look at him. And I have to say, woah! Gorgeousness, without a doubt. Longish brown hair and amazing eyes...oh dear lord, let me tell you, my heart did a full on BACKFLIP!

'Hi,' he answered back, sounding kind of, I don't know, maybe shy?

'I'm Larisa...Larisa Parker-Kennedy...and if this is the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI, I kind of work here from today, at least, thats what they told me at the front desk,' I smile as charmingly as I did on go-sees for Vogue.

He still looks freaked. He obviously thinks I'm a full on retard. Please lord let the floor open up and swallow me. Why am I such a dork!!

'I'm Dr. Spencer Reid..I work here too.' he smiles slightly and holds his hand out for me to shake. I proceed to shake it and concentrate very hard on not passing out at such close contact with this guy.

Then he kind of smiled again and said 'Shall we go in then?' holding the door to the office open for me. I nearly DIED with glee, I'm telling you. So we went in and he dropped his coat and bag on one desk and gestured at the one facing it and told me it'd be mine. So I sat on it and, I don't know, I must have looked at him really expectantly or something, cause he kind of smiled again.

'I'll call our technician and get her to set your computer to running. Then you can surf the web or something till everyone gets in...I don't know where they are. They should be here by now I think,' he says. Hes half talking to himself as he taps in a number.

After a quick conversation which I didn't get much of, cause he talked really quietly, he looked up and smiled, the biggest yet.

'Our audio visual technician Penelope Garcia will be up in around ten minutes to sort your account out. If you want to, I can take you down to pick up your badge now? You'll need Special Agent Hotchner or Special Agent Rossi before you get your gun though, I'm not senior enough sorry,' the poor guy looked kind of embarassed at this.

'That'd be awesome, and don't apologise! I couldn't sign you a gun out either so what is there to be sorry for? C'mon, lets go,' I hopped up and walked towards the door. Dr Reid followed me.

As we walked down the corridor I decided to try and break the ice as much as possible. The guy obviously wasn't exactly Mr Social. No idea why, cause looking like that, he fully should have a better social life than anyone I know, or have ever known!

'So what do I call you? Special Agent Reid? Or Doctor Reid?' I enquired as perkily as I could.

'Uhh, whichever you want. Technically its Special Agent Doctor Reid...but thats a mouthful...but so is what everyones gonna have to call you...so I don't know, ' he ran a hand through his hair agitatedly.

'Special Agent Parker-Kennedy? I know, kind of sucky, isn't it? Can't everyone just call me Larisa?' I smiled again and he returned it proper full on. Only had a slight heart-attack aswell...I'm so in control of myself.

So then we got back to the office and my computer was turned on and asking me to select a password. It still seemed pretty empty though,

'They probably will but in front of witnesses and stuff you'll be Special Agent Parker-Kennedy. And in front of witnesses, I'm Doctor Spencer Reid,' he said as we reached the end of the corridor and the elevator and stairs.

'Awesome...I'm gonna take the stairs if you don't mind. Tell me what floor and I'll meet you there. I have a thing about the dark...and enclosed spaces,' I grin and open the door to the stairs.

'I agree...mind if I join you? Me and Morgan got stuck in an elevator the other week...it was awful. Will you be able to get down the stairs ok in those shoes?' hes looking kind of incredulous now. With good reason too, my shoes are like 6 inches. Making me a grand total of five feet and nine inches. I'm possibly the shortest person in the building. But its alright, I'm used to it. So I laugh and assure Spencer that I can walk on stairs.

So we walk down, talking a little about our favourite books. And then I get my badge! I feel amazingly official and I'm grinning so much as we walk back up to the office.

'So, why don't you like elevators?' I ask.

'Same as you...darkness...the inherent absense of light. Not my thing. Theres also 6 elevator related deaths each year aswell as hundred of hospitalizsations and I know its impossible for all 6 elevator cables to snap spontaneously at the same time but I can still see it happening, call me paranoid but I can, and well, you know what they say about cans of worms once opened. I really wouldn't want to loose a limb through an elevator failure, also amputations sounds very painful and the pyschological aspect of it would probably drive me crazy, especially the phenomenom of 'phantom limbs', though it does intrigue me...' he trailed off as I stared at him.

'Sorry. I'm socially not good.' He looked waay shy when he said that.

'Actually I was staring because it sounds kind of like something I'd say...especially the thing about phantom limbs, I can't get my head round it to be honest,' I suddenly felt kind of shy admitting this stuff.

'Really?' Dr Reid asked.

I nodded and he smiled again. I'm such a freak! We re-entered the office and my computer blinked on at me happily. We thought we were still alone but then a minute after we came back in two people left an inner office. They introduced themselves to me as Agents Hotchner and Rossi.

Agent Hotch seemed pretty nice, kind of grave though and Agent Rossi barely even paid any attention to me.

'JJ, Prentiss and Morgan aren't here yet sir, I don't know where they are,' Doctor Reid said kind of nervously to Agent Hotchner.

'Morgan called me this morning. Theres been a murder in his apartment building. Abusive husband killed his wife, blunt force trauma to the head. Hes a witness because he heard the screaming and so on. Hes also helping the police organise everyone. If theres a case, we can call him and he'll come straight in, but we don't have a case at the moment, so it makes more sense for him to help with the homocide,' Agent Hotchner said.

'Oh okay, sorry. What do you want me to do for the day then sir?' Doctor Reid asked looking kind of confused again.

'You should go through some of our previous cases with Agent Parker-Kennedy please. And Agent Parker-Kennedy?' he said, addressing me

'Yes sir?'

'I'm assuming your computers running, so after Reids gone over the last three cases we handled with you, please get to know your computer, its an important tool. Did you bring in spare clothes today?' He asked. I was kind of confused. Why did I need spare clothes? I shook my head.

'Well tomorrow, please come in with a priorly prepared bag containing clothes, make up, toiletries, anything you would need to go away. That way, when we get called out on a case, we can leave straight from the office, instead of having to wait for everyone to go home and come back,' he said, really kindly, like he was trying really hard not to make me feel stupid.

'Ok sir, I'll bring it in with me tomorrow,' I said, trying to be all assertive and just failing horribly.

So he left and me and Doctor Reid sat for the next couple of hours, going over a couple of cases and I think he was kind of testing me on my profiling, and I think I must have passed because when we finished he said well done to me, and that I seemed very competant at my job. But it was nice, just sitting learning. I haven't done it in a while. I'm kind of a freak like that, because I seriously enjoy learning.

And Reid (he told me to drop the doctor and just call him Reid) was so nice going over everything, making sure I understood and then he actually went through FBI protocol with me, to make sure I understood that. And obviously it was nice, sitting, chatting to this awesomely hot guy, and yeah, I was SERIOUSLY attracted to him, but it was also really nice just being his friend and talking to him.

So after we'd been through all that Agent Jareau came in. Shes the person I'm going to be replacing. Bascially her job is to answer calls from detectives around the country and decide what cases the BAU are going to take on and also organise press conferences and press releases and all that kind of thing. But shes not a real profiler, so shes not alot of help in that sense to the team. Since I'm qualified as a real profiler, I'm like her job, plus a profilers job. Not that I'm trying to sound bigheaded or anything like that. But Agent Jareau (JJ, she told me to call her) is leaving to have a baby and a nice long maternity leave, so she was trying really hard to help me understand everything and I think I do. For the first week and a bit, I'm just going to be part of the team, a profiler. And then she'll let me help with her job, and then I have to do it on my own, but she'll be there for guidance. Kind of scary but hey! I'm always up for a challenge.

After that, in the last hour of the day, I met Agents Prentiss and Morgan. Morgan seemed nice...he just made me feel like he was my big brother I guess. Hes cool to be honest, I can picture us getting on quite well. And Prentiss, or Emily as I have to call her, shes great. I really felt like I connected with her...like I was seriously going to be good friends with her. And shes the one who took me to get my gun sorted, and helped me work out how to use the Bureaus computers.

So at the end of my first day, I went home, dropped my FBI badge and gun on my bedside table, and went to call my best friend Gracey, to tell her about my first day as a cop, and the amazing people I'd met...and the hottie I thought I MAYY be getting a little bit of a crush on.