The team settled themselves on the jet , headed on the three hour ride to Arizona.
At first Hotch wasn't going to allow Rose to go, until she showed him certification records showing that she was a certified field agent and had passed her gun handling with flying colors. Secretly the rest of the team smiled with delight at the fact that they got to have their strange new member along with them. Especially Reid, who hid his smile with his ever present coffee cup.
Hotch sat in his usual window seat and grumbled internally. He didn't like the liability of having a new agent, whom he just met a few hours earlier, on a case where she could potentially unintentionally hinder it somehow. But, at least he would get the chance to observe if she truly was as good as she sounded.
Rose sat, again in a corner and away from the team, staring out a window with a dreamy expression on her face. When she realized that the entire rest of the team was staring at her, her eyebrows pulled together and her head snapped down. She realized though, that they would want an explanation as to why she stared out the window that way, if for no other reason than curiosity.
"I, uhm, like to imagine, almost all of the time, and, one of my many fascinations are clouds, simply because they are so, free' she said, thinking through every word, again as though the action of speaking to anyone but herself was extremely hard for her. In fact, it was, and so she immediately found a way to separate herself. 'Where's the coffee?' she asked, trying to sound superfluous
Reid imediately pointed to the small stand to the back of the jet "It's back there' he said awkwardly, clutching his own cup of pure black caffeine 'Thank you' she said as she past, eyebrows still pulled together, although moreso as she passed him.
He couldn't help but notice her perfume, which enveloped him as she past as fast as she could. It was sweet, but not too sweet, and it had something in it that burned his eyes and throat, and it he could taste it on his tongue. After this, his statistic-spitting mind finally returned. A famous tattooer recently released her own brand of perfumes. Seeing as Rose had tattoos, it was logical that she might be a fan of the woman tattooer and therefore might buy the perfumes.
And so half of Reid's mind remained in logical thought, and the other half still noticed the girls every move as she returned to her seat and took out a horror book.
He didn't see the wonderful eyes behind that book, or what they were really looking at. For they were staring right at him, and had been since she noticed his reaction when she walked by.