"Alright, shoot!" Garcia said excitedly.

"I'm telling you, there's nothing to shoot! Unless you keep deer in here." Hattie sighed, exasperatedly.

"What?" Garcia cocked her head to one side.

"Nothing to gawk at, I just like hunting." Hattie put up her hands. "I make my own venison jerky." She added smirking.

"No! I wanna hear about Reid!"

"What do you want to hear?"

"I don't know! Anything and everything!" She smiled.

"We met when we were ten, and were friends until I got the tattoo."

"A little tattoo doesn't sink a friendship! Tell me!" She begged.

"All I'm allowed to say at this time was things got awkward! Bye bye!" Hattie turned and fled.

Over the next few months, the team really caught on to Hattie's personality. Once, when they were interviewing a suspect she marched into the room and stared at the suspect for three straight minutes. Then he twitched, blinked and asked;

"Is this some sort of staring contest?"

Her snarky reply was; "Yes. And I won. Now tell me what you did to those girls."

She had a solid confession in ten minutes, going solo in there.

She always hummed P!nk songs while doing paperwork, and her only explanation was 'They fit.' She didn't confide everything in them though.

One evening after Hattie had gone home, Garcia gathered JJ, Prentiss, Reid, and Morgan in the Lair.

"I present to you, ladies and gentlemen, something so outrageous you will never see it coming." She said dramatically.

She pressed a button on her computer and a picture of Hattie filled the screen. The thing was about the picture; Hattie was wearing a black tutu, black pointe shoes, and pink tights.

"She is a ballerina!" Garcia squealed.

"Woah!" JJ said.

"She's been into dancing for a while. She dances ballet, modern, and contemporary professionally and teaches a local zumba class." Reid stated.

"I'm flattered, yet irritated." They heard a voice from the doorway and turned to see Hattie.

"I thought you left!" Garcia exclaimed.

"I remembered I left a pineapple in my desk and came back to get it." At first they thought she was being sarcastic, but then she held up the pineapple in question. "You could just ask me. I would have told you almost anything."

"Would you have told us this?" Morgan gestured to the screen.

"No. Oh, gotta go; I need to figure out if pineapples tango better than mangos. Bye!" She exited the room.

The next day they were one a case and waiting in the hotel.

"I'm bored." JJ sighed. The hotel mixed up our rooms, so we stayed in the one we booked until they straightened it out.

"Let's play Truth or Dare!" Garcia said.

"Lets not." Hattie said decidedly.

"C'mon!" Garcia whined.

"All for?" JJ said, half the room, minus Hotch, Hattie and Reid raised their hands. So Hattie began cussing under her breath.

"Language!" Reid reprimanded.

"Alright! Hattie, as punishment for your reluctance, Truth or Dare?" Garcia smiled evilly.

"Truth." Hattie played it safe.

"What's the worst thing you ever did?"

"Second worst."

"No."

"Second worst." Garcia was surprised to see tears forming in Hattie's eyes.

"Ok."

"Pantsed a cop."

A/N; Fun right? Reid and review! I3U!