Jesse POV

When we got to my doctor's I told him to go home. I didn't know how long this was going to take, and I didn't want to have to explain anything to him.

"No. You still need a ride home. Plus, I'm pretty sure they don't allow dogs into medical centers. We can wait in the lobby."

He was almost as bullheaded as me, "Agent Morgan. Go home. I do not need you here." We had arrived in the lobby by now. I knew that if someone wasn't here to watch Daemon for me, they would take him to the children's floor.

He laughed, "Call me Morgan; or Derek. If we're going to be working together, we should both drop the formalities now."

"Fine," I mumbled. "Call me anything you want. I don't respond to 'Jess' though; never have, never will."

"All right anything you want." So he was playing coy now, "do you mind if I call you Jesse?"

"Sure." The nurse called my name, and I walked in.

Derek POV

I think I actually got a smile out of her there; or as close to a smile as I had seen all day. I started to pet Daemon, and he leaned against my leg as I sat down. I really hoped Jesse would start to like me. It would definitely make things a lot easier once we started working together.


I heard my phone ring, and turned over to answer it, "'Lo?"

"Agent Morgan, I have the director on the line here. Would you speak with him?" I heard a female voice ask.

I sat up, "Sure. Put him on."

It took a couple of seconds, but then I heard the director say, "Derek? Do you remember how when we talked, I told you that when Jesse was coming back to work, I wanted you to pick her up?"

"Yes. That was a month and a half ago. Is everything ok?"

"Oh yeah; there were just a few complications I had to work out. But today's the day. Do you know where she lives?"

I said yes, and then we talked a few minutes more. He told me to be careful with her, she was going to be a problem for awhile, and then he hung up.

I drove over to her apartment, and the doorman let me in. He recognized me from the last time I was here, and I also think he noticed my gun through my jacket. I would have to remember that little fact for later. Maybe I could ask him if he ever noticed how many weapons Jesse carried. I had counted three last time I saw her, but I'm sure she carried more.

I went up to her floor, and noticed her door was open. I heard someone mumbling inside, and slowly opened the door. "Jesse? Is everything alright? The door was open." I waited a few seconds, and then called for Daemon. When he didn't come, I got worried. I pulled my gun, and entered her apartment. I checked each and every room. I was on automatic now, just hoping that Jesse was alright. I opened the bedroom door a little, and then a knife came flying next to my head. "FREEZE! FBI!" I yelled, and kicked her door open.

Jesse POV

I bolted up in bed; I was sweating like crazy again. I was dreaming of the time that I was kidnapped when I was fifteen. I looked over to the knife I had under my bed and I knew that tonight was the night. I remembered my dream, and what else Andrew had done to me. Before I did anything, I realized something was different about this dream. Instead of it taking the course it always does, something woke me up. I reached under my pillow and grabbed my dirk. It was a special type of knife that I was excellent at throwing. I heard my door open, and I threw the knife next to where the person's head was. "You move another inch and the next one will go through your ear."

I heard them yell, "FREEZE! FBI!"

"Oh Fuck." I knew I was going to be in trouble for throwing a knife at another agent. "Who the hell are you, and who gave you permission to enter my apartment?" He turned the light on, and I immediately wished he hadn't. I was still hung over from last night.

Derek POV

"Jesse? Are you alright?" I immediately holstered my gun. It seemed every time we saw each other, she was mad. She looked over at me, and I was immediately confused. I could tell she could see, "you can see?" Wow, that was stating the obvious. What was it about her that made me instantly dumb?

"Yes; long story. Now answer my question." I saw she had grabbed her gun this time. I slowly held up my hands.

"Put your gun away. I'm not here to hurt you. I just came to drive you to work."

She put her gun away, and moved towards me. I kept my hands up to keep her calm. I noticed she was only wearing a shirt. I was thankful it was too big for her so it covered her enough. Immediately, I felt my pants tighten. Oh God, I felt like a thirteen year old again. I severely hoped she didn't notice. I backed up so she wouldn't brush against me as she walked by, and she pulled her knife out of the wall. "What day is it?"

I looked at her face again, and could tell she was hung over. "Monday the 8th of April. It's sunny, and mildly chilly out." She snorted, a wonderful noise, and my pants grew even tighter. This was not good. I couldn't have this happen every time she made a move if we were going to be coworkers. I immediately started thinking of worse things than how that shirt touched her thighs in just the right spot. Shit, that didn't work at all. I really needed to get laid. Hopefully, this was just that; need. "I'm going to go wait in your kitchen. I'll make some breakfast. Ok?"

She nodded, and moved towards her bathroom. I turned around so fast I saw stars; anything to make sure I wouldn't see how that shirt touched the back of her thighs. That would kill me here and now. I walked out to her kitchen, and started searching for food I knew how to make. I was pretty good at cooking, but she had some pretty eccentric foods. I rifled through her fridge, and saw some milk. I looked in her cabinet and found pancake mix. Good, the perfect hang over food. I heated her stove up, and started cooking.

Jesse POV

I turned the shower on, and took off my clothes. I looked in the mirror, and assessed my body. When I could see, I did this to compare how my body was aging. I saw the scars; lines running over my body. I traced the one coming from my stomach, up to my breast. It stopped just below my nipple. Then I looked at the one on my lower abdomen, and reminded what that scar gave me. I smiled at that thought, and then turned around to look at my back. There were so many scars on my back, that I couldn't count them all. I couldn't even trace them all. When one scar stopped, another started. I tried not to remember how I had gotten those.

I got in the shower, and turned the heat up. I started to wonder at what Paul was going to make me do now that I was back to work. I knew that I was going to work with the BAU, but I also knew that there were other things I could do with my…skills.

Derek POV

She came out of her room, and her hair was all wet. My groin twitched again, and I chastised myself. I could not think like that about a coworker. "Feel better?" She nodded, and moved towards the pile of pancakes on her kitchen island. She put about four on her plate, and covered them in syrup. She motioned for me to sit and eat some too. Daemon came over to me, and whined for some food.

"Don't give him any. He's a mooch. Last time I gave him pancakes, he got syrup all over himself. It took me three hours to give him a bath."

When we finished eating, we walked out to my car. She looked at it, looked at me, and then started laughing. It was nice. She was loud, but it sounded like bells. "They give you SUVs?" Between each word she was laughing.

"What's so funny about SUVs?" Daemon started bouncing around; he came over and started licking my hand. "Why's he so excited?"

She looked at me, and slowly calmed down, "I haven't laughed like that in ages. Daemon reacts to my emotions. It's funny because my family in Scotland had a hand in making those SUVs, and the director probably doesn't even know that. He tries to minimize the benefit I make with my company from the FBI. In return, he gave my family even more money."

"I don't get it."

"Oh well, if you knew Paul's and my history together, you'd fully understand. We've been in a major power struggle for years. I love him, but he can be a real ass most of the time. Like when my husband died, he wouldn't let me quit the FBI and move back to Scotland. I still haven't decided if that was a good thing yet, but it remains to be seen. Besides, he has helped me a lot since then." That was the first time I heard her talk about her husband's death while she wasn't mad.

"You really loved him." I pulled up to the parking lot of the Hoover building, and an agent came to park the car. It seems traveling with someone who is in the director's favor had its benefits.

"Yes," she replied curtly. "I'm going to go see Paul. Your team should already be here." She whistled, and Daemon ran to her side.

She swept in the doors, and security let her by. It seemed as if she had connections too. I had to wait in line with everyone else.

Jesse POV

I walked right by security. The last time they tried to stop me I almost broke one of their arms. I snorted at that memory; it caused most of them to be afraid of me. I went to the elevator, and Daemon ran in with me. He sat on his back legs, and licked my hand. We went up to the top floor, and by that time, everyone else had gotten off. The door pinged, and Daemon ran out. He loved elevators, but he was always afraid of getting stuck in the doors.

I went over to Paul's secretary, and asked if he was busy. She said no, and that he was expecting me. I walked right in. "Paul. Why did you have to pick today to make me start work?"

He looked at me, and I could see the question in his eyes, "Today's not the anniversary of their death. That's not for a few months. I made sure that you would have work off on that day. What's the significance of today?"

"It would be her tenth birthday today," I whispered as I sat down.

"Oh. I'm sorry Jesse. I forgot." He looked at me, trying to tell how hung over I was. He knew that on the anniversary of their birthdays and deaths that I went out and got extremely drunk.

"I can work. The lights are bright, but that's from the hangover. The surgery fixed that." That's why it took me so long to start work. The day after Morgan dropped me off at my house, I went in for surgery to get some of the bullet fragments removed from my brain. They got the one on my optic nerve off, and they moved the one on my occipital lobe. It's stuck in there, but not causing damage. As a result of the fragments moving over the years, they can get more and more out. There was only one left in there now.

"Good. You'll start right away. I want you to train them. Do you remember what you trained me in?"

I was caught in a flashback. I was with Ian, and we were training Paul. Our "specialty" was teaching people to detach from their current situation; to put their mind in another place, and to withstand incredible amounts of pain. Ian had taken it too far, and had started to torture people. Paul was strapped to a chair, and barely conscious. I patched him up, and made sure he was okay. Ian and I almost split up over that. But then I got pregnant, and knew I wasn't emotionally stable enough to raise a child on my own. Paul was one of the people that had the bad luck to be taught by Ian, and not me. We realized that Ian has only tortured Paul, but we could never figure out why.

Then, I was back in his office. I could no longer picture the exact techniques I had used, could no longer see Paul's fresh wounds. "Do you still have the scars?" I hoped this question would get him to say I wouldn't have to do this.

"Yes. That wasn't any of your teachings though. That was Ian; the stupid bastard." I stiffened; even though Ian had done some bad things in his life, I still loved him. Paul looked at me, and could see the pain in my eyes, "Sorry. I know you loved him, but he screwed me up a lot for a few years. I eventually forgave him, but he screwed you up a little too though." I nodded, and tried not to let a tear fall.

"I'm g-going down to the gym."

"Jesse, come on. I'm sorry. Please? Talk to me?" He pleaded, I just kept walking, and Daemon followed me. I took the stairs slowly; I didn't want anyone to see me crying.

When I reached the gym, I looked up to the mats lined against the wall. They were about eight feet high. I climbed up, and Daemon went over to a dark corner. I fell asleep as soon as I heard Daemon start to snore.

Derek POV

I entered the gym, and noticed the rest of my team was already there. "Morgan, do you know what this is about?" I heard Reid ask.

I looked over to him, "Well, I thought it was to meet our new team member. She's…." I paused, trying to find a word that wouldn't bias the rest of my team.

"Temper mental," the director said as he walked in, "at the very least."

"Was that the blind woman who we saw about a month ago? I bet she's still pissed at Morgan. She was nice. Very good in the gym," Prentiss said.

The director chuckled, "to say the least. She has an I.Q level of 139, bordering on being a genius. She used to work with me in a very…secret part of the Department of Defense. Her family is a part of the Scottish mob. Everything they do in the U.S is legal though. She has dual citizenship between here and there. The company she owns does work with almost every company involved in our government. She is very connected. If she wasn't working for us, she would be a very bad threat to this country. Given that, she is the most patriotic person I've ever seen. She knows multiple languages. So many, no one knows what languages she doesn't know. And she has a photographic memory."

Reid looked up, "Do you mean eidetic? I have one too." The director nodded.

"She has certain characteristics that could match all of you. That way, you can understand her more. She hasn't worked with a team in a while, but I think that should help."

I looked at Hotch. We knew more about her history than they did, and didn't know whether to tell them. The director apparently knew what we were thinking, "she has an interesting history. I'll let you ask her yourselves. I don't know why she isn't here. She said this was where she'd be."

Just as he said that, someone moved from behind him, "I'm right here." We all jumped, we hadn't even seen the person come in. It took a lot to scare a FBI agent, but it seemed this person could do it with ease. I realized it was Jesse, and the look on her face was scary.