Chapter 1
Scars remind us where we've been. They don't dictate where we're going." -David Rossi
Guinevere was never expected to be found alive by her parents. When she was eleven, she was taken from a public park, and held for over two days. It was the Behavioral Analysis Unit or BAU of the FBI that found her. She was so happy to get back to her parents, siblings, and her animals. One thing still reminded her of her kidnapping, and that was the long dark burn scar that was up her entire arm, and the burn scar that she had on both her thighs. At the time she was found, 13.5% of her body was covered in second degree burns. The people who found her were Aaron Hotchner, who was a trainee, and his supervisor, David Rossi. This was in !995.
Guinevere's POV
I walked into the FBI headquarters, I had just passed top of my class at the academy, and I was due to start my probationary period with the top unit in the FBI, the BAU. Ever since Hotchner and Rossi saved my life back when I was eleven, I have wanted to be a FBI agent, but I also wanted to be able to heal people, so I got my M.D. after enlisting in the Navy, and have been home for two years before I went to the academy.
I put my gun up on the conveyor belt, and went through the metal detector. "Hello, do you have a permit to take this weapon into a government building?" the guard asked me.
"Yes I do, I am a probationary agent," I answered. The guard just nodded, and gave me a FBI identification badge. As I entered the elevator, a guy shouted, "Hold the elevator, please," automatically my arm shot out to hold the door.
"What floor are you on?" I asked.
"Floor nine, BAU," The man answered. I smiled, this was a future co-worker. I looked him up and down.
"Oh, you are Dr. Spencer Reid," I stated. "I'm Dr. Guinevere White." Reid looked shocked that I didn't hold my hand out to shake. I just waved at him.
"You didn't expect me to shake your hand," he stated.
"I don't shake hands, it comes from looking after patients in the Navy, where I didn't always have gloves, so my hands had to stay as clean as possible, which meant, no handshakes, plus, according to your body language, you aren't that comfortable with human contact, you are kinda like a cat in that way, sorry I'm rambling," I murmured. Reid looked both shocked and happy. When the elevator got to floor 9, I got out and walked to Hotch's door, took a deep breath and knocked.
Hotch's POV
I heard a knock on the door. "Come in," I lightly responded, even though almost no one could hear when I did that, but amazingly the door opened. A young woman stood in the doorway, her black hair cascading down her back, emerald eyes looked around wonderingly from behind pale skin and dark eyelashes. She was wearing an emerald blouse, with a pair of black slacks and a black blazer over her arm.
"Hello, I am Captain Flight Surgeon Dr. Guinevere White, but you might remember me as Gwen White," the woman stated. A flashback to a small eleven year-old, who was covered in burns, appeared in my mind. This was the little girl that Rossi and I saved when I was only a trainee, her case was my first case.
" Excuse me for a moment, I have to go get some one, you are welcome to have a seat, and make yourself comfortable, it is great to see you," Aaron spoke quickly, and he almost ran out and to Rossi's door, where he knocked excitedly.
"What do you need Aaron?" Rossi asked.
"Come into my office," I answered. Rossi nodded, he probably hasn't seen me like this since I called him about Jack's birth. We walked back into my office, where Gwen was waiting. She turned around, and smiled.
"Ah, David Rossi, I did not expect you to still be here working," she smirked. Rossi's face went through a series of emotions from confusion to joy.
"Gwen White, what are you doing here, kiddo?" Rossi asked as he hugged Gwen, and Gwen hugged me before she responded.
"I am a probationary agent, assigned to the BAU, by orders of Erin Strauss. I think she is trying to get you guys back on her good side."
"Okay, academy transcript?" I asked and she passed it over. Not a single class not passed, in fact, top in every class, even hand-to-hand combat, which was not split, both girls and boys had an equal shot at getting first. "All of your scores are perfect," I commented, and I passed the transcript to Rossi, who whistled.
"Well, I kinda have had combat training in the Navy," Gwen remarked, and smirked at me, just like she did when she told me why she got the burn on her left thigh, she got it for kicking and kneeing her kidnapper in the balls during one of her escape attempts, that is actually how we found her, she got to call 911, and say the address, before her kidnapper got to her. I smiled back.
"Do you have recommendations?" I asked, as was protocol, Gwen passed me three, three page long letters of recommendation. One from her commanding officer, one from her supervising doctor, and one for the head of the academy. All the letters said she was dedicated, trustworthy, fun-loving, and she knew when to be funny, and when to be serious. One letter said she quit caffeine while in the Navy, and that she had to have constant access to sugar and water. Overall, three good, solid recommendations. "Alright, one more item of business, who do you want to be your supervisor? Anyone on the team is a Supervisory Special Agent, so you have six amazing options about who to learn from, who do you pick?" I asked.
"Aaron, can you be my supervisor?" she asked. I was Reid's, Elle's, and Emily's supervisors, so I just nodded and smiled. Gwen smiled back.
"Let's go introduce you to the team," we walked out, to see the whole team, including Garcia, in a semicircle. I stood in front of the team, Gwen between Rossi and I, just like when we returned her to her parents. "Team, this is Captain Flight Surgeon Dr. Guinevere White of the US Navy, she is a probationary agent assigned to the BAU, I'll be her supervisor, but she knows she can go to any of you for assistance. Let's make her comfortable."
"Hi, I'm Derek Morgan," Morgan greeted, holding out his hand. Gwen looked kinda uncomfortable. She clasped his forearm, kinda like a medieval knight would greet another.
"Sorry, shaking hands is very unsanitary, sorry, it comes from my days as a Navy doctor," she apologized, Morgan just smiled at her.
"I'm Penelope Garcia," Garcia greeted her, and hugged her. Gwen gladly accepted the hug.
"I love huggs so much," She informed the group.
"I've already met Dr. Reid," she smiled at Reid and they waved at each other.
"I'm JJ," JJ hugged her.
"I'm Alex Blake," Blake greeted, with a forearm shake.
"And, I already know Rossi and Hotchner," she said, as she just smiled at us.
"How do you know our fearless leaders?" Garcia asked.
"You can tell them on the jet, Gwen, do you have a go bag?" I asked her.
"Yes sir," she answered, the seriousness kicking in.
"We will talk on the jet. Wheels up in thirty," I stated.