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Amelia walked into the BAU five minutes late.
She looked around the desks for Spencer but didn't see him.
A blonde woman walked up to her, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm Dr. Amelia Lewis, the newbie?"
"Oh! I'm Jennifer Jareau, the media liaison. You can call me JJ though." JJ smiled and shook Amelia's hand.
Amelia smiled back, "So, um, do I have a desk?"
"Its right over here." She gestured towards a desk near the middle of the room, "Everyone's up in the conference room de-briefing a case from last week, follow me."
Amelia followed her to a room with a large round table.
She was greeted with six pairs of eyes looking at her.
Blushing lightly, she introduced herself, "I'm Dr. Amelia Lewis. It's a pleasure to begin working with you all."
"Agent Lewis, you're timing is impeccable." A tall and stern looking man said.
"Really? I was under the impression I was late. My bike was ruined and I missed my bus because of my sprained leg." She said, shifting awkwardly.
The agents stood to come greet her.
"I'm Derek Morgan."
"I'm Emily Prentiss."
"We spoke on the phone, I'm Aaron Hotchner."
"I'm David Rossi."
"I'm Penelope Garcia, tech goddess and person-finder extraordinaire! Nice shoes by the way."
Amelia looked down at her yellow converse and blushed. She was wearing a pencil skirt and a plain shirt but felt the converse totally threw it off.
"I didn't have any other shoes that would fit while I wore my foot bandage from my bike accident."
"Nonsense, they add a nice casual touch." Garcia smiled.
"Hello Amelia." Spencer said simply with a wave.
"Hi Spencer." Amelia smiled.
Rossi and Aaron left to their offices to do some paperwork and the others went to their desks in what Amelia found was called the 'bull pen'.
"So Amelia, how exactly do you know our little Spencer?" Morgan asked, smirking.
"Well you probably all know this but I got in a bike accident last Sunday. Spencer was a witness and was chivalrous enough to offer me a ride to the hospital and back home." She said simply.
"Reid! Such a gentleman!" Prentiss smiled at the slightly blushing Spencer.
Morgan laughed as Amelia smiled and was thankful she was fitting in already.
Suddenly she remembered something and went about digging in her bag.
Pulling out a camera, she took a picture of her desk and then put the camera back in her bag.
Morgan raised an eyebrow and was about to ask a question.
Amelia spoke first, "I took a picture of my desk so I could plan what to put where without having to be here."
As she took a step back, she put her weight on her bad ankle and would've fallen if Reid hadn't been behind her.
"You sure your doctor said this was ok?" Morgan joked.
Amelia steadied herself, with some help from Spencer, "My doctor said that since I have 20/20 vision that I should be able to see anything that I might trip over. Obviously my doctor does not know me personally."
"20/20 vision? You could be a pilot! Did your mom feed you tons of carrots when you were a kid or what?" Emily said.
"Actually that's just World War two British Propaganda." Said Amelia and Spencer at the same time before looking at each other with wide eyes.
Emily and Derek were trying very hard not to laugh.
"The Germans were wondering how the British could find their cities even with the blackouts." Amelia continued.
"But the British didn't want the Germans to know that they had Radar, so they told them that their Pilots ate carrots." Spencer said.
"And that the Vitamin A supposedly allowed them super vision." Amelia concluded.
"Riiiight… thanks for explaining?" Morgan said.
"Knowledge high-five!" Amelia raised her hand for a high five with Spencer.
He awkwardly hit her hand with his.
Amelia sighed, "Ok Spencer, next time we have nothing to do, remind me to teach you how to high-five someone."
"So where are you from, Amelia?" Prentiss asked.
"The Twin Cities in Minnesota."
"Really? So are these Virginia summers a bit too hot for someone who's got snow every summer?" Morgan joked.
"Har har. It is a bit hot but we get days like this in Minnesota too believe it or not." Amelia shot a half-glare at Morgan.
Eventually Morgan, Emily and Spencer had to return to paperwork.
Garcia, on the other hand, had nothing to do.
Walking into the bullpen, she made a beeline for Amelia, sitting at her desk writing something on her laptop.
"Amelia Jane Lewis, Ph.D., Attended Sunny Hollow Montessori Pre-School, Groveland Park Elementary, Visitation Academy for Girls, and George Washington University. Born July 31st to parents Andrew and Sonja Lewis. Broken leg at age 11 while skiing."
Amelia looked up at Penelope with raised eyebrows, "I was unaware I had a stalker."
Garcia laughed, "You, chickie, were easy to track, especially since the FBI has a whole file on you since you work here now. Anyways, I'm here to give you the grand tour since you and I both seem to have nothing to do."
"Oh, ok." Amelia said with a smile.
"So, this area here is the bullpen. Up there are Hotch and Rossi's offices. Over there is the conference room, where we all met you. And if you follow me, I can show you JJ and my offices." Penelope said with a flourish as Amelia followed her out into the hallway.
"Here's JJ's office, as you can see she's hard at work reviewing requests from people all over the country. And here's my inner sanctum of knowledge!"
The two walked into the slightly warm room packed with monitors.
"Wow, nice setup…" Amelia said, looking about the room.
Penelope smiled, "From here I can access nearly any database in the world. I get you guys the dirt on suspects so we can see if they fit the profile before storming into their homes."
"That's actually really cool." Amelia said, "So… where's the best place for lunch? Cos I'm kinda hungry."
"Follow me!" and with that, Garcia whisked Amelia off to lunch.
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