Author's Note: I'm really sorry about how bad this is but I was editing some of the chapters I have written and I realized that I had to delete the majority of this chapter as well as the next two so it might be a week or two for the next ones. But I will be spending all my free time working on them. So enjoy and review if you have any ideas, tips, or questions for me. Thank you! Also I don't mean to offend anyone's religion so I am extremely sorry if it does.

Chapter Four

Handing me a small pillow and a blanket, Rossi told me to sleep, and after I convinced him to wake me up when we fly over New Mexico, I curled up next to the
window and let the exhaustion take over.

Rossi woke me up three hours later as he promised. Morgan was talking with Penelope; J.J. was with Hotch going over the case; Rossi was getting coffee in the kitchenette for himself and I; and Spencer was reading one of my textbooks on symbols. A mug was set down in front of me once again, though this time the aroma of coffee permeated my senses. Next to it Rossi set down a bowl of sugar and a cup of cream.

"When you moved away, you were a junior in high school, I remember you drinking coffee in the mornings before school even against your mother's requests." He said sitting down and adding cream to his own cup before taking a sip.

"Coffee has significantly more caffeine per eight ounces than tea, naturally, as I was sleeping less I needed more caffeine than tea could provide. Though I am still partial to a nice steaming cup of tea over coffee." I stated while pouring heavy doses of sugar and cream into my cup.

"Really? Now we can say that it is officially proven that geniuses run on super sugarfied coffee." Rossi said while staring at my mug like it was going to grow legs and start running around the cabin.

"Well how are we supposed to fire all of our neurons at the same time if they aren't perfectly wrapped by an encouraging cloak of sugar?" Smiling I got up to stretch my legs a bit. As I walked by Spencer, I glanced at the book he was reading. It was the same book, but it wasn't my copy, I knew because it didn't have any dog-ears in the corner.

"A bit of light reading?" I asked with a heavy English accent. He looked up startled and gave and embarrassed smile.

"Just following your example, and did you just compare me to Hermione?" he asked motioning for me to sit down, a soft smile on his lips, while going back to the page he was reading.

"Yes, yes I did. People don't normally keep a book on satanic symbols in their carry on. Tho, I have several more in my bag if you want to look over them. I kept them from a section in my class at UCLA. We didn't really go in depth but I found the subject fascinating so I studied them in my free time." I explained.

"Its amazing how little known about satanic cults is actually true. Everyone thinks of Satanists as angry young people performing sacrifices of black cats and pigs. In reality its more about denouncing the ideas of Christianity that to be truthful are rather absurd." He said while flipping his page every ten seconds.

"You don't know how much I wish I got that part of the genius gene. I read fast and can remember pretty much all of it, but to read that quickly and remember everything? No wonder you have more PhDs." I said sipping my coffee. I grimace and muttered to my self, "Needs more sugar." Just my luck I said that when Rossi walked by with Morgan.

"Really? You put half of the sugar bowl in there. How are you even alive? I remember you had a sweet tooth but this is over doing it." He said giving me a pointed look.

"Actually it was roughly one fourth of the sugar bowl, and I may have a fondness for sweets but undivided love lies with apples. You know that." I flashed a big smile and heard Morgan chuckle. I frowned at him.

"You know for a genius you seem rather childish, at least from what I know of Pretty Boy. He acts like a ninety year old man, well until you put him in a room full of pretty young women like yourself." He said while smirking teasingly at Spencer.

"That's not true!" Spencer insisted with a blush rising to his cheeks.

"I'm not childish," I pouted "I just like apples, and I think that Spencer a nice person to have an interesting conversation with. And if I used my profiling skills that I have from one day on the job I would say that he is more the type to stay home and read on the weekends while you go out and hit the bar, you talk to a lot of people and flirt with most of the girls there while Spencer is shy and a has some trouble but you two are close friends and you tease him a lot, not in a mean way. You do it to encourage him to loosen up and have a good time. Am I close?" I said while looking between the three men who each had a different expression. Morgan looked shocked that I could figure that out by my limited contact with the two of them, Rossi looked proud that I could actually do it, and Spencer looked both embarrassed and impressed.

"Damn Genius Girl, you got all that out of what, three conversations?" Morgan asked.

"Mhmm, and from what Rossi has told me in his letters." I gave a sly smile to the men while standing up. "Oh, and Spencer? Thanks for the ride home; I forgot to thank you before. I'm going to get ready because we are going to land in about twenty minutes." I gave him a smile and walked back to my bag. I grabbed one of the outfits I had pre packed and walked back to the bathroom. I changed my cloths into a pair of straight legged dark wash jeans, a white button up shirt with my sleeves rolled just below my elbows, and of course I couldn't go anywhere without my trusty converse. I applied some mascara and eyeliner noting that my eyes were a moss green color today. I ran my fingers through my hair, grabbed my stuff and walked back to my seat and put everything away. Just then the pilot announced we would be at LAX in about five minutes and we were to sit down and buckle up. I did as such and returned to my book.

When we landed, Morgan, Rossi, and Garcia took a car after agreeing to drop the tech wizard off at the station before they hit the dumpsites. Hotch, J.J., Spencer, and I piled into the other. About ten minutes later Spencer and I were being dropped of at the morgue.

"I guess my first case starts now." I muttered and walked in.