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Chapter 3
"OMG! OMG-OMG-OMG…" Even in her chunky heels, Garcia ran out of her lair and down the steps of the bullpen and nearly bumped into JJ and Tara.
"What? What happened?" JJ helped Garcia keep her balance.
"Is it something good?"
"Oh, it's good alright. Lookie-lookie, people. Come gather around Lady G."
Gathering around Garcia, distancing herself from her phone, the team—particularly Prentiss, JJ, Tara, and Garcia—started to awe when they first began to see footage of Reid washing Anastasia's hair and giving her a bath,
"Hi there, Anastasia. Come on, say hi. You're liking this, aren't you? Yeah? It's relaxing, isn't it? You have such long, pretty hair. Oh, you're going to sleep on me, aren't you? Come on, let me put this hooded towel on you, so you don't get cold, okay? There you go. Look at you, you're all clean and cozy now. You liked it, didn't you?"
"Aww! I always knew Reid would make a good daddy." Garcia gushes.
"I did, too." JJ agree as she reflected on her conversation with Blake when Reid was shot.
"He'll be keeping her longer, won't he?"
"Yes, why?"
"Should we even ask?" Rossi obviously knew the answer.
"Hey, it's about time we have a baby girl in the BAU family. I mean, other than your twin daughters, Simmons."
"Yeah."
"Oh! And Emily? I just sent Reid a new list of nannies."
"He still hasn't found a new nanny?" Luke asked.
"No. I'm sure it wouldn't be easy for him, especially since…"
"Please…don't remind me. Or any of us." JJ did not what to be reminded of the hell and back Reid went through. And she was just as sure the team did not want to either.
"Either way, does he have any suggestions?"
"He does have one in mind. And me like her."
"Well, let's hear."
"Okay. Her name is…Élise Gabrielle Bastien."
"Well, she seems like an impressive candidate for a woman in her twenties." Prentiss commented as she went through her resume.
"Going deep into her background check, she was born and is from New Jersey and she graduated early from a public high school in her hometown. No marital status whatsoever and she's a Pisces."
"She has an Associate's degree from her community college in her home county," Tara noted. "A Bachelor's degree from Rutgers and a Ph.D. from Princeton."
"Did you know that she has offered her support to those with autism and special education when she was at Rutgers? She worked as a babysitter before and now currently works part-time at a library. And she's certificated in CPR, First Aid and is accurately certificated to be a nanny?"
"Family background: her parents are American citizens who both hail from the British West Indies; disabled father, mother's a retired worker, has an older brother who's an engineer, she moved to Virginia after she graduated and completed her Ph.D."
"Degree-wise, she seems almost like Reid. She has no Twitter, Facebook, Instagram; she doesn't seem like someone who's not into social media and is a private person."
"She drives a black Honda Accord, lives in Reid's new area and place near the Metro and she has a squeaky-clean personal and driving record, not even a juvenile record."
"Should we call Reid to set up for an interview?"
"Let's."
"Uh-oh. Where did I go, Anastasia?" Reid playfully said, using her pink blanket to his face. "Huh? Huh? Peekaboo!"
Anastasia giggles, waving her little baby arms around in the air. Reid giggled along with her, brought her into his arms as he started to cradle her.
Knock-knock-knock.
"Okay, Anastasia," Reid said to her as he picked her up from the clean carpeted floor. "Here we go again on the nanny hunt. Let's hope this one will bring us luck."
Reid found the nanny process to be a difficulty; he needed one to not only protect Anastasia, but one to be a nurturing and mothering type. Out of the nannies Garcia sent him up with, there was just something about them that seemed off: two just downright scared him, one just didn't seem like the mothering type and five of them just wanted to hit on him.
Opening the front door, there was a woman of both petite height and frame. She had short chin-length black-brown hair, dark brown almond-round-shape eyes, medium-to-dark brown skin tone, Cupid's bow lips and semi-high cheekbones. Reid took notice on her wardrobe: a simple button-up shirt and jacket, black jeans, and comfortable black shoes, wore black rectangular optical eyeglasses and had a black tote bag on her right shoulder and clutched onto a blue folder and a notebook. He couldn't understand why, but she reminded him of…
"Dr. Reid?"
"You must be Élise Bastien?"
"Yes, doctor. I am. Such a pleasure to meet you."
"You, too. Come on in. You're early."
"Better be early than late."
So far, so good. Reid thought to himself as he allowed her in.
"Wow! So many books. You must be quite the reader." Élise complimented him as she observed the books Reid had on his bookshelves and around the living room in his new place. "You seem to have far more books than I do."
"Thank you."
While he did admit his loved his old place and location, after what happened, he didn't feel as safe as before. He had the team—mainly Garcia—to look after his finances during his hell and back in prison and after that, he managed to find a three bed-and-bath place—and one at a fairly decent price—by the Van Ness Metro Red Line. And he even managed to have Morgan help him out with the new home security system and along with the team helping him move in; not to mention getting to spend a little time with his godson, Hank.
"Please, have a seat."
As Élise took a seat on the comfortable couch, "I'd shake your hand, but Ms. Garcia told me that you're not into the hand-shaking. Understandable, but don't worry; I just washed and wiped my hands with baby wipes." She placed a set of baby wipes on the coffee table.
Settling down on the chair across from Élise with Anastasia in her arms, "So, you're interested in the nanny position."
"Yes, doctor. I am."
"Why is that?"
"I love babies and children and I've always been interested in working with children, understanding them, observing them; that's why I decided to get a certificate in learning about infants and young children. And I would have no problem making sure they were fed, cleaned, looked after and cared for."
Looking at her resume while observing her, "I understand that you have a Bachelor's and a Ph.D."
"Yes, I do. Based on my degrees, I've studied not only psychology but also English, humanities, social sciences, cognitive science; I guess you can say I'm a Liberal Artist." She chuckled to herself.
"Yeah." Reid started to get a good vibe from her. There was a slight moment of silence before Élise saw the light-skinned baby with light-colored eyes and curly hair,
"So, this must be little Anastasia."
"Yes, this is Anastasia. She's about a month ago."
"Anastasia. Her beauty matches the uniqueness of her name. Resurrection."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Oh, I apologize, Doctor. That's what Anastasia means: resurrection. The last Grand Duchess of Imperial Russia was named Anastasia, you know. It also means "breaker of chains" or "prison opener," according to Tsar Nicholas II. I read a lot."
"I do that, too." They shared a laugh together. Reid was really impressed by her.
