Hey guys! This is something that I have been planning for sometime now. Hence the reason why none of my other stories have been uploaded as of yet. Criminal Minds has a huge part of my heart. It's one of the realest shows I've ever watched and connected with. This will follow along mostly with the timeline as the series, but I will be doing many of my own crimes and dialogue. I'll be writing episodes that I think are relevant and will be a good binder for Spencer and my OC. I hope that I can do the characters justice and not let any fans down as I write. So, please let me know what you think. All reviews are welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Criminal Minds. I only own my ow OC, my scenes and my dialogue, which I write into my story along the way. I take no credit for the scenes or dialogue said from the characters that aren't my own scenes/dialogue that I write myself. All rights go to their respectful owners and creators of the show.

Enjoy.

Stepping into the lift and pressing my designated floor on the brightly displayed buttons that lit the wall. I blew a sigh of relief and slight nervousness as the doors closed in front of me. As the life jolted to life, I straightened my blazer which hugged my body nicely and ran my fingers through my shoulder length hair, undoing the few knots that had formed.

Ping

The lift doors opened and I sucked in a breath. People walked by the lift casually looking in and giving me a fleeting smile as they passed. Desks were situated on the floor with some people sitting working at them, deep in thought. As I stepped off the lift, the doors closed behind me as I looked around to gather my bearings before pushing forward into the space.

I noticed a man half-sitting on the edge of a desk a few feet in front of me as I walked further in. He was handsome; there was no denying that fact. Muscular and tall, there was a presence of authority about him that drew you near. But he wasn't the man I was looking for. I approached hesitantly but with confidence.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt," I spoke softly. He looked up from his brown folder and looked at me. His chocolate colored eyes met my deep emerald. "I'm looking for SSA Hotchner. Could you tell me where he is, please?"

He nodded and cleared his throat, "Uhh, yeah." He scooted off the table and stood tall. I had to look up a few inches to meet his gaze. "Up those stairs and it's the first door on your left." He pointed across the room.

I dipped my head, "Thank you." I smiled and parted ways with him.

As I crossed the room, I could feel more eyes on me. My nervousness grew some more as I walked up the few stairs to my destination. I knocked the door, and after a few brief moments until it opened. SSA Hotchner stood before me as I smiled. He held his hand out, open palmed for me to take. I did so without hesitance. His grip was firm but gentile as he gently tugged me into his office and closed the door behind me.

"Please, take a seat."

"Thank you." I replied as I sat on the cushioned fabric in front of his desk. He walked over and took his seat also. He began to look over a file which I knew was mine. We sat in silence for a few moments before he placed the file on the desk and clasped his hands together on top of it.

Awkward. I felt utterly awkward. Not because of him, but because of this situation. I currently doubted myself, something that I never usually do.

Then he spoke, breaking the tension that filled the room.

"So, Miss Jackson-"

"You can call me Emilia." I cut him off.

You. Fucking. Idiot.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to cut you off like that." I apologized as soon as those words left my mouth.

"Miss Jackson… Emilia." He smiled. As did I. I finally felt the nerves floating away into the air and disappearing. "Your file is impressive, I must say." I thanked him as he continued talking. "You've been referred from the director and the board themselves. However, I must ask." He straightened up and looked down at my folder once more. "You have a Ph.D. in Psychology, not to mention an outstanding IQ. So I guess what I'm asking is, why the FBI?"

I took a sharp breath of air and straightened my back.

"Yes, I do have a Ph.D. in Psychology, and I could spend my time behind a desk in a dimly-lit room and talk to a handful of people each day. I could have your typical 9 to 5 job and live a happy life, well-paid career, with bonuses and career progression." I smiled as Hotchner listened to me speak without interruption. "I do have a high IQ, which believe me, is a blessing and also a curse. You're out-casted throughout much of your life for being different, looked at differently when you're the youngest person in the class, yet you're the smartest of all them put together and will surpass them by months, if not years."

I paused. I didn't know if I was rambling on too much, but he asked and I answered.

"I'm not made for the office. I can't sit down on my ass and waste my time listening to people rambling on. Yes, that's my job but not in that capacity. I'm made for much more. I know this is the right place for me, Agent Hotchner. I finished top of my class in the academy, written and physical. I am a Psychologist but this is what I've always wanted to do. Join the Behavior Analysis Unit and help people. More than I could do from an office anyway."

I stopped, I was finally done. Agent Hotchner smiled as he closed my folder on his desk and slid it over to me.

"Welcome to the BAU."

A weight was lifted from my chest as my induction passed by smoothly. Even though I did ramble on for most of it. As we both stood from the chairs and approached the door, Agent Hotchner paused with his hand on the handle and turned to face me.

"I know you're an Agent but would you prefer to be referred to as Dr?" he asked.

"No," I shook my head, "I'd prefer to be referred to as Agent, if that's alright?"

He nodded, "Of course." He opened the door, "Let's go and I'll introduce you to the team." I smiled as he held the door for us to leave.

As I left his office, there were four people staring directly at us. One of them being the man I talked to earlier. I took a knowing guess that this was the team Hotchner was referring to moments ago. Walking down the stairs behind him, I straightened my blazer once more and fixed my shirt underneath. A few butterflies fluttered in my stomach, but I was much more at ease after talking with Hotchner in his office.

As we approached, their chat ceased and they looked at Hotchner and me, waiting for him to speak. He cleared his throat and spoke clearly.

"Everyone, we have a new member of the team joining us from now on. This is SSA Agent Jackson." He began to introduce the rest of the team to me, "This is SSA Agent Morgan." He held his hand out for me to shake, which I done so. He was the man I met earlier, sitting on his desk.

"Pleasure to meet you." He smiled, baring his immaculate white teeth.

"Agent Prentiss and Jareau." Agent Hotchner continued. The both smiled and greeted me warmly. "And this is Dr Reid." He finished. I turned a little to see a tall man with brown hair which had small curls at the ends. He much taller than the others. He smiled at me, his lips tight.

I raised my hand out for him to take, "Hi, pleasure to meet you." I smiled. He refused my hand but continued to smile.

"Pleasure to meet you, too." He replied.

He was awkward, I could tell by his stance and the shying away from my hand. However, he was not rude in doing so. He probably wasn't comfortable meeting new people or in social situations.

I dropped my hand back to my side as I smiled at him and turned back to Agent Hotchner.

"Please, make her feel welcomed." He said as his phone began to ring from his pocket. "Excuse me." he turned and walked away from us, leaving me standing with them.

I smiled confidently, hoping someone would speak first. I thanked the lord when Agent Morgan spoke.

"So, how long have you been doing this, Agent Jackson?" he asked.

"You can call me Emilia, or Mila." I smiled. He smiled and nodded his head in response. "And not long," I laughed a little, "I've been a sworn-in Agent for four months now, but I had still been in a probation period before I was relocated here. So, technically this will be my first time in the field."

They all looked a little shocked as I spoke.

"How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Agent Prentiss spoke.

"Not at all, I'm 25."

"Young." She smiled.

"So, do you have a specific area?" Morgan asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I actually have a Ph.D. in Psychology but –"

I was cut off as Agent Morgan laughed and turned to face the man to my left. "Damn, Reid. Some competition for you now." He joked. "So, it's Dr Jackson?" he asked.

"Agent." I replied.

He nodded understandingly.

Before anyone could talk anymore, Agent Hotchner peered round the corner. "Guys, we got a case. Let's go!"

As I held my bag in my hand, Agent Prentiss noticed my hesitation as I looked around a little lost. She approached me and rested her hand on my shoulder. "Hey, there's a desk right next to Reid's that's empty." She said as she pointed to a clear work space.

"Thank you." I breathed as I walked over and placed my bag and coat on the chair. I took a quick glance at my co-workers desk. It was neat; files were piled on top of each other in uniformity and precision. I smiled slightly.

"Come on, your first case waits." She smiled and tilted her head to the side in the destined direction of the rest of the team.

Here we go.

As I took a seat beside Dr Reid, I straightened my back in the swivel chair and took in my surroundings with glee. I couldn't believe I was actually here, that I had made it. Faster than a lot of other people, but still, here I was. Sitting in a room of SSA Agents, all with their own individual talents and skills and another Dr, like myself. I felt oddly at home.

Agent Jareau walked in with a remote in hand as Agent Morgan handed out brown case files to the rest of us seated at the table. I accepted mine and immediately turned the page. Reality quickly set in as I observed the page. Upon which had images of young girls, bruised and stabbed violently across their thighs and torso. Oddly enough I wasn't as disturbed as I thought I might have been. Seeing such horror at a young age had numbed me to such things.

"Okay, so," Agent Jareau, who I now know to call JJ clicked the button on the remote and the screen behind her came to life. The same pictures in the folder in my hand appeared on the screen. She began to speak, "The Vegas police have asked us to come in as three bodies have been found, each of them aged between 17 and 18. Their bodies were discovered by passer-byers. First victim, Alison, was found in an alleyway twelve days ago. She had been brutally stabbed and beaten, before being suffocated."

I ran the nail of my index finger over my bottom lip as I listened; occasionally biting the tip of the nail as I took in all the information JJ was telling us.

"The other two victims were killed in the same manner, but were found at a different location, this time being a park a few miles from the first victim's location." JJ continued. "Second victim, Demi, was found eight days ago in the park, same MO as Alison and the third victim, Anna, was found in the same park four days ago."

I sat up, "So, they're killing in four day spans?" I spoke confidently. Everyone in the room turned their attention to me and I suddenly felt insecure and embarrassed. "Sorry." I spoke softly.

"Don't be, that's what we do." Agent Hotchner reassured me with his words. "Continue, if you have more to add." He said.

I nodded and took a deep breath.

"So, the killer-"

"Unsub." I turned to look at Prentiss who spoke out with a confused expression. She smiled, "That's what we call an unknown suspect."

I pursed my lips and smiled, "Okay, the Unsub, he doesn't seem to have an obvious pattern when he or she, kills. The pattern of stab wounds on the bodies… they're rushed and filled with anger." I looked around the room as I paused for a brief moment. All eyes were one me. "However, they're evolving."

"What makes you say that?" Morgan asked, his eyes narrowed.

"If you look at the first victims stab wounds, they're narrow, ragged and un-precise. I suspect different depths also. Probably caused by a blunt knife or knifelike object, but they were used with force which caused the inconsistency and ragged edges around the lacerations."

"She's right." Dr Reid spoke from my left as he leaned on the table. "If you look at the other two victims, the wounds are smoother, precise and more controlled. Typically the Unsub looks to have taken their time with each kill as they learn from the last. They're still messy but more controlled, more disciplined but there is still not a pattern to the kill. However, I think we're looking for a single killer."

I smiled as he looked over to me, practically saying what was on my mind. He spoke fast, but clear and with confidence. I admired that very much.

"Okay, gather your things and let's go. Wheels up in thirty." Hotchner spoke as he gathered his file from the table, as did the others. As I grabbed my file and followed the others out the door, JJ touched my arm, causing me to stop.

"Good work, I'm impressed. You're gonna fit right in here." She smiled.

I returned her smile confidently, "Thank you."

As we boarded the jet, I was pleasantly surprised. I had never flown on a private jet before, so this was definitely a change to the system. I took a seat at the back of the jet alone as the others clumped together. The plane took off and we were in the air in no time. Thirty minutes of so had passed by, the ride was smooth and delightful.

I was looking over the case file when someone cleared their throat in front of me, gaining my attention. I looked up from the brown file to see Dr Reid awkwardly smiling down at me.

"Sorry for interrupting." He spoke fast, just like before in the office.

"Ohh, you're not. I'm just going over the file." I reassured him as I placed the file on the table and closed the page.

"May I sit?" he asked, gesturing to the seat across from me.

I nodded my head and sat up straighter in my seat, "Of course."

He took a seat and silence dwelled upon us for a few moments before he spoke.

"I, Uhh, I'd like to apologize for not shaking you hand when we first met. I didn't want to come across as rude or arrogant." He said.

"Dr Reid-"

"Spencer." He said over me as I spoke.

"Spencer," I smiled. The corners of his lips turned up as I looked at him. "I didn't think of you as rude or arrogant. I understand if you have don't like touching people's hands." He smiled again, this time baring his teeth slightly.

"It's actually more of a germ phobia. I don't really shake hands, or touch public things if I don't have to." He replied. I nodded.

"I understand actually, I tend to avoid using public restrooms at all costs if I can."

That was a bit personal and now he's probably freaked. Good job.

I thought I'd scared him off but he continued to speak. "Understandable. Public rest rooms are a breeding ground for bacteria. Typically speaking, just by flushing the toilet, you're emitting spores of E, coli and many more into the air, which we then breathe in. Then causing us to become un-well."

I frowned, "Okay, definitely not using public restrooms now." I laughed.

"Ohh… sorry." He frowned.

"Don't be." I smiled.

He looked at his entwined fingers on the table between us, looking deep in thought.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

He looked up, "Can I ask you something?"

I frowned my brow, "Sure."

"You have a Ph.D. in Psychology, why don't you go by Doctor?"

"I am a Doctor, but I'm also an Agent. I'm working as a behavior analysis Agent. So I think it's logical to go by my current job description title." I smiled. "It doesn't make me any less of a doctor thought. It's now a tool I use to help me get to understand the Unsub and why they do what they do."

He smiled, "That makes sense."

I stared into his eyes. They were a nice, warm brown color that held many secrets and pain. However, his smile was infectious. I could feel the sides of my lips twitch as he smiled at me.

"Jackson, Reid, come here." Hotchner called us.

"Jackson?" I said aloud, but only loud enough for Spencer to hear me.

"Ohh, we usually use second names." He informed me and I nodded.

"Ahh, okay."

We gathered around the seats in the middle of the table to discuss the current case once more before we land in Vegas. Hotchner began speaking as I listened in as others imputed their theories and discussed the Unsub.

"Okay, so what we know so far, is that the Unsub kills in four day spans, which means that they might kill tonight if we don't find them first." Hotchner said.

"When are the victims usually found?" I asked.

"Early hours in the morning."

I thought for a moment, "Okay, so that means that the Unsub usually dumps the bodies late at night." I opened the file in my hand, "The coroner report says that the victims were killed a few hours before being found. Therefore, they're not keeping them very long after the kill."

"Also," a voice from behind me spoke highly, causing me to turn around and look up to him. "The Unsub doesn't seem to have a sexual motive. None of the victims were assaulted in anyway. They seem to be emotionally unstable. The way they stab the victims and the way they lay the bodies. The hands carefully rested on their stomachs, bound together but with respect." He paused for a moment, "I think we're looking for an adolescent, sociopathic killer."

Everything he said made sense. The positioning of the bodies. The frantic killing and the lack of sexual motive. All pointed towards inexperienced teen.

"I also think that they're male." I added to conclude Spencer's earlier statement.

Hotchner and the others nodded in agreement. I felt a rush of authority and confidence. I was doing well and in the little time I've known the team, they had supported me and accepted me like one of their own.

"Alright," Hotch nodded. "JJ, you and Prentiss go to the coroner office, see what else they can tell you." The nodded. "Morgan, you and I will go to the police station, set up and get more information. The parents of the girls will arrive shortly after we do. See if they can shed some light on their behavior leading up to their abduction."

He then turned to Spencer and I, "Reid, you and Jackson head to the school, talk to the principal, the teachers and the friends of the victims. See what they can tell you."

As Spencer and I entered the school, I was taken aback by the amount of pupils that filled the halls. When I was at school, I was the youngest among my peers, keeping to myself and usually found in the library most of the time.

"You okay?"

I snapped out of my bubble as Spencer stopped walking and looked at me with a concerning look upon his face.

I cleared my throat, "Sorry, it's just, high schools aren't really my thing." I offered a small smile but I knew he could read between the lines.

"Me too." He smiled back.

We continued walking down the littered corridors in search of the office. Once we had found it, we entered and requested to speak to the principal, whom entered the office behind us.

"May I help you?" a lifted voice spoke.

"I'm Dr Reid, and this is Dr… I mean, Agent Jackson." He quickly caught himself as tried to hide my creeping smile. "We're with the FBI." We both held out our credentials for her to confirm. "We're here to talk about the girls that were murdered."

She looked deeply saddened as Spencer spoke. "Of course, come through." She ushered us through into her office and closed the door behind us. Spencer and I took a seat in front of her desk as she sat across from us.

"Such sad news when we heard about what happened to the girls. It was a real loss for the school." The principal smiled half-heartedly.

"What can you tell us about them? Were they struggling at school, having any kinds of bullying or misbehavior problems?" I asked.

She immediately shook her head, "Not at all. We'll not to my knowledge. Anna, Demi and Allison were top students. Their grades were spotless and there's nothing to suggest any bulling, at all."

"Allison, she was the first girl to be murdered. Can you tell us how she was the days before going missing?"

"As far as I can remember, she was her usual self." She paused for a moment. "I have a lot of students in this school, Agent Jackson, if I was to notice when something is off with one of them, I simply wouldn't get anything done." She straightened her cuffs. "That's why we have guidance Councillors."

I nodded, "Thank you for your time."

I stood to my feet and absentmindedly placed my hand on Spencer's shoulder to let him know we were done in here for now. I felt him tense and I pulled my hand back quickly, hoping that I didn't stress him out with my touch.

As he stood up, I looked at him and mouthed sorry, to which he shook his head to and smiled. After his reassurance, we left the main office and made our way to the guidance lounge. Classes had begun, so the corridors were practically empty, except a few stragglers wandering around. Spencer and I walked a few inches from each other, side-by-side. His hand clasped the strap of his tan-coloured bag as I rested my right hand on my holster.

As we walked in silence, I noticed a young boy looking at me from the side of his eye as he pushed things into his locker. I took a glance and then looked away as spencer spoke.

"We're here." He quipped, his voice higher than usual.

Was he nervous?

As he lingered his hand over the door handle, I stopped him.

"Hey, I, Uhh, I'm sorry about before. It was an Unconscious movement."

He smiled, "I think you mean Subconscious." I frowned, "Sub-consciousness defines the part of our minds that is not currently in focal awareness. Where Unconsciousness mostly refers to the repression of thoughts, memories and emotions that are too painful or distressing to consciously face."

I looked at him in amazement. Derek had told me as we left the plane that Spencer was extremely smart, with an IQ of 187.

Remarkable.

I hadn't met many people like me before. Granted, I didn't have an IQ of 187, however, mine wasn't very far behind at 140. I have a Ph.D. in Psychology, and yet, I just got schooled in my own specialty.

I smiled as his lips pressed into a fine line. "Thank you for the lesson, Dr Reid." I teased as I opened the door to the guidance office.

"You're welcome." I heard Spencer say from behind me. I shook my head as I smiled and entered the office with him following closely behind. There were a few people in the office as we entered.

"How can I help you?" a man asked.

"I'm Agent Jackson and this is Dr Reid, we're with the FBI." Holding up our credentials once more, the man nodded with a worried look on his face. "We're looking for the guidance Councillor of Allison, Demi and Anna."

"Th-that's me." he confirmed.

"Great. We just have a few questions."

Spencer and I mostly came up empty at the school after interviewing a few of the teachers, guidance Councillors and a few of their friends, who all said they noticed nothing out of the ordinary. Except one teacher who noticed a boy who had been acting strangely for a few weeks before the first murder. Spencer took note of it as we finished up and left the school, so that we could look into it later on.

Hotch called and requested that we come to the station to tell them what we learned, and what they had learned also.

So we made our way there as night was slowly creeping down on the town. This would be the fourth day since the last killing, and if we were right, tonight their will be another body if we don't catch the Unsub.

I hope we have time on our side.

Let me know what you think! This is the first time I've left the supernatural aspect of writing, into something more human and present. Hope you guys like it.