I do NOT own Lucky Charms or General Mills. That certain cereal fit nicely with my story, is all. (I don't own Criminal Minds, either . But I do own the OCs in this story !)

Like the rising sun beginning to peek through the fabric of Catherine Pierce's pale blue curtains, she too was rising from the night's slumber. A thought jolted through her before she had even opened her eyes.

'Today is the day. Today is the beginning of the new you. You're in the BAU, kid; you made it,' She thought to herself. Her eyes fluttered open as she groped for the alarm clock- 6:07. She was told not to come in until 7:30. Oh, well; she couldn't sleep, so she might as well get ready.

She sat up and walked across the cool wooden floor to the window. She opened the curtain and stood staring out it for a moment, taking in the beauty of the early morning scene. It wasn't until she heard the alarm did she remember where she was. She turned the alarm off and made her bed, then went to the dresser and selected her clothes and went into the bathroom. After a few minutes, she emerged ready for the day ahead.

She was wearing tailored black dress pants, a pale yellow button up dress shirt with tiny blush roses on it, black socks, and black ballet flats. Professional, but not overly formal. Something she knew that the team would read into.

She walked into the kitchen and had a bowl of Lucky Charms, just like she had every Wednesday since she was five. Not that she was superstitious; she liked to stick to certain things, one of them being her particular breakfast habits. When she was done, she set the china bowl in the sink and went to catch the end of the local news.

When she glanced at the clock, she decided that it was time to get ready and leave for her new job. She double checked that all of the lights had been turned off, shut he curtains, and the windows and doors locked. Before lastly grabbing her go-bag that would hopefully remain in her car today, she opened the roll top desk and snatched up the list. She stuffed it in her pocket as she walked out the front door. She started the ten minute drive to Quantico with a high level of excitement, but when she pulled into the parking lot, she sobered; she didn't want the team to think that she was some sicko that got off on violent crimes. And, despite herself, she was a bit more nervous than she had anticipated.

'Keep cool. You know how to act, so do it. This is what you wanted, isn't it?' She reminded herself.

She exited the car and grabbed her work bag. As she approached the BAU building, hesitated. She wanted to make sure that she realized what she was about to do; join one of the most elite teams in the country- some even say the world. Was she really prepared? Could she really handle it? She jammed those thoughts down into the bottom of her thoughts. She walked into the building.

After going through security, she approached the front desk and asked which floor to go to. She walked to the elevator with pride in her step. She wanted to make a good first impression.

The elevator had two others inside, who were traveling to the floor above her. The bings of the floors was like the counting down of a rocket launch. Finally the elevator stopped, its doors parting like curtains on a stage. She stepped out of the elevator. And into the doors of the BAU.