Chapter 2
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My new team shows me to my desk, and as soon as I put my things down and sit at the chair I hear a phone ring, looking around, I quickly deduce that it's the phone sitting on my desk.
Looking up at the team crowded around my desk, I shoot them a questioning look, and I get one back in return.
"No one has used this desk before, it was here for when we got our last member" Spencer tells me, an obviously confused look on his face.
I reach over and answer the phone, putting it down when Garcia puts it on speaker.
"Hello?" I answer, seeing as it is my phone now.
"Hey Tim" I hear a cheerful voice on the other end of the phone say, and I can hear the smile on his face through the phone.
"Dick, why are you calling me?" I ask with a smile now growing on my face.
"I wanted to see how your first day is going" Dick says, obviously impressed with himself.
"Is that so? How did you get my number?" I ask
"B" he answers
"Of course. Aren't you supposed to be at work yourself?" I ask, knowing that he is.
"No, i'm supposed to call you and see how your doing" he tells me cheekily.
"I'm fine Dick, Damian, you can go now" I say, watching the faces of the team around me.
"How did you know I was here?" I hear Damian huff.
"I can hear you breathing, call me when i'm not at work guys, bye" I tell them as I hang up the phone.
"Boyfriend?" Garcia asks with a smirk.
"No, overprotective friends" I tell her with an exasperated smile.
"Yeah, i've got some of those" she tells me with a pointed look around the circle. Causing everyone to laugh.
"Now, I have one question, how did they get the phone number?" Garcia asks me
"I don't know, overprotective friends plus Bruce equals my phone number, Bruce happens to be one of those overprotective friends" I tell them, knowing that it would be good for them to hear the names of my 'friends' so that they didn't get suspicious when they were mentioned or I was speaking on the phone with them, plus most of their antics can be explained away as overprotective friends.
"Alrighty then" Garcia says, still a bit suspicious but nothing I can't handle.
"So, Garcia, I hear that you are the technical analyst of the team?" I ask, actually interested.
"Yes" she answers.
"You know, I was actually interested in that job but I wanted a position here with the BAU, so here I am, Field Agent" I tell her.
"Wait, what? You wanted to be a technical analyst? For the government? But then you just decided you wanted to work here as a Field Agent?" she asks, obviously dumbfounded at my words.
"Yeah, I am qualified for both positions. And after, um, after a bad experience, I was thinking about taking a more computer geared position, but I eventually decided that I would need the action that comes with being a Field Agent, I get bored if i'm cooped up for too long" I tell them, deciding that opening up about myself would endear me to them a whole lot faster than keeping everything close to the chest like I so desperately want to.
"How though? At 21 you got accepted to be a profiler with the BAU, and at the same time you are qualified to be a computer analyst? It's a little baffling Timmy" Garcia tells me, the admiration and suspicion warring with each other in her tone and posture.
"Well, i've been through a lot more than my years would suggest" I say cryptically, almost laughing at how true that statement is, for everyone in my family.
"You, my friend, are a man of mystery, and I intend to figure you out." Garcia says with a grin on her face.
"You should be careful what you wish for, you might not like what you find." I say, not entirely thinking through my words before they fall from my mouth.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asks suspiciously
"Nothing."
"Well, that just leaves me wanting to know more about the mysterious Timothy Jameson." she says, the suspicious look buried under a megawatt smile.
"You know, I already know that you dug into my past for the background check, and you were only surprised this morning because you didn't think I would get in, considering that there isn't anything remarkable in my past." I point out, deciding to go with my gut while working with these people, and I cross my fingers that this won't be a mistake.
"I think with a mind like that, you'll fit in here just fine. Although I would like to know how you knew I was digging into your past, considering that what I was doing should've been undetectable." Garcia says, her first statement assuring me while the next puts me on edge.
"Well, you happen to be famous in the hacker world, and this isn't the first time i've heard of you, I figured if you were working with the feds now, I should probably expect someone a little more experienced than a random techie to be conducting my background check." I tell her.
"Smart" is all she says, the conversation being carried on by Derek a moment later.
"Hacker world? What do you have to do with the hacker world?" he asks, his question directed at me, even though i'm pretty sure that he didn't know about Garcia's previous hacker identity.
"I had a lot of freedom when I was a kid, wasn't really supervised, friends weren't vetted or anything, it made it a lot easier to make some more, eclectic, friends than I would have normally." I tell them, laughing silently as I think of my family as eclectic friends.
"Eclectic?" Derek asks, his eyebrow raised in disbelief.
"Yeah, not dangerous, well, not really. Okay, not all of them. Either way, they're good friends and they taught me some things, although a lot of my tech knowledge is self taught, I did have someone to fine tune, and to teach me some new tricks, shortcuts, that sort of thing." I tell them, realising that I can't realistically say that they aren't dangerous, not with how many times Damian and Jason have tried to kill me, and if we're not counting danger to my person, then they are all dangerous.
"Not all of them are dangerous?" is all that Derek seems to get out of my explanation.
"Well, if we look at it from a danger to my person standpoint, then only two of them are dangerous, and they stopped trying to get to me a long time ago." two years " and if we go off a general danger standpoint, then they are all dangerous." I explain.
"Where do you meet friends like that?" is what Reid wants to know.
"And why were two of them a danger to your person?" Garcia asks
"Um, the circus." I answer Reid, because that's technically accurate.
"And one of them was a misunderstanding, Jay, went away for a while, before I was really a part of this group, and when he came back, I had stepped into his old responsibilities to keep the group up and running and sane, but when he came back, he saw it as me replacing him. The other one just had entitlement issues and maybe a god complex." I tell them, thinking back to the booby traps and knives and swords and acid that the demon tried to kill me with.
"You are on odd one" Derek says, an oddly amused look on his face, and I hope that it means that the anger from this morning is going to stay in the past.
AN Thoughts? Good? Bad? Meh? Lemme know what you think. :)