A/N: Alright so this is the first part of this chapter. The bloody thing got too long and I had to split it up. But don't worry the next chapter will be up soon. I promise. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my OC.

Takes place during episode five, season one

Evelyn slung her messenger bag over her head, giving a small friendly smile to the security guard as she picked up her phone from the small basket she had dropped it in before passing through the metal detector. She always showed the security guard her pass but this was just a cautionary step. Walking into the bullpen she smiled catching sight of Morgan and Spencer as they walked by, the latter holding several files in his arms. Walking up behind them she noticed one of the female agents talk to Morgan before heading her way. She frowned, curious as to know what they were talking about. She walked up to Morgan's side, peering around his taller frame to see her two companions look at a couple of agents glance at Morgan, give a little laugh, a wave and a wink and then head their way. The red head shook her head.

"Ever the ladies man, Derek Morgan, ladies and gentlemen." She commented, finally catching the attention of her two team members. Morgan smiled, not at all phased by Evelyn's sudden appearance. She had a tendency to pop up out of nowhere. It was a gift, she had once told him, to be small and unnoticeable. The young doctor meanwhile had been slightly startled by her appearance but he quickly recovered giving his own input to the situation.

"Must be tough man." He muttered as the three of them rounded the corner, entering the bullpen.

Morgan chuckled. "Not really." He commented, his tone as carefree as his gait. Spencer turned to look at him, frowning slightly.

"Wh-what do you mean?" He asked, confused over the lack of reaction. "You don't do anything and these girls are just throwing themselves at you." Evelyn grinned as she waved at Elle passing by.

"Strictly off limits Reid." Morgan said in a slightly serious tone.

Reid's frown only deepened. "Theres no code of conduct that agents can't socialize.

"Yeah! Well my code of survival is: 'Never mess with a woman carrying a gun.'" The dark skinned man explained, patting Reid lightly on the back.

"Or those who know how to choke a man using her thighs." Evelyn commented, dropping her messenger bag on her desk.

Morgan nodded in agreement, as he sat down on his desk. "That is a life lesson my friend." He said, his comment directed towards Reid who was looking slightly bewildered yet fascinated at the same time. Evelyn smiled one last time before turning towards her desk and pulling her latest project towards her.

Evelyn had two desks. One was in the Tech office, while the other, more messier part of her desk, was in the bullpen, located directly across from Reid. While the desk inside the Tech Heaven was neat and tidy this one was cluttered in what could only be categorized as organized chaos through which only the red head could navigate. She was currently working on pulling apart a walkie talkie trying to put in a more sophisticated speaker, which would allow the user to cover more area without any detection. Her goal was at least ten miles. When she started on a project Evelyn would get so lost in it that she wouldn't even notice the time let alone the people around her. So when someone placed a hand on her shoulder she jumped, almost stabbing herself with the small screwdriver she had been using. As she heaved deep breaths to calm herself she heard Hotch's voice.

"Evelyn! You're coming with us for this case. We're gonna need you to set up all the equipment." The red head looked up, watching Hotch march away, confusion written all over her face.

"W-what case?" She asked Spencer as he slung her shoulder bag over her head and pulled her out of her chair. He gripped her wrist pulling her towards the exit.

"I'll explain in the car." He offered.

Having a father who was in the military meant that she moved around a lot so flying was second nature for her. After getting over the initial shock of being taken to a case and after being briefed on what the case was Evelyn sat in a chair by the window, feet pulled up, case file resting in her lap, her eyes skimming the page, her lips moving as she read.

"Everyone familiar with the father?" Hotch asked, turning everyone's attention to him. Reid, of course, took charge in telling who he was.

"Evan Davenport, U.S. Attorney, executive assistant southern district, New York. Widower. Assigned U.S. Marshals 3 times in the past 10 years due to death threats."

"Is the protective detail still current?" Morgan asked as Evelyn sat up and frowned.

"With all that security howcome his daughter was kidnapped?" She asked, confusion lacing her voice.

"Around the clock, but Trish declined protection when she turned 18." Hotch clarified, turning to look at the youngest member of his team who nodded in understanding.

"Too bad for the boyfriend." Morgan muttered under his breath.

"But why kill him?" Reid inquired. Evelyn knew this was where their profiling abilities came into play.

"Well, if I'm gonna kidnap someone I know I have to take out whoever's with them." Morgan quickly replied, his eyes scanning the file he was going through. Noticing something he frowned as he asked.

"It says here she's got a sister."

"Cheryl." Hotch said not even looking up from his file.

"Any problems? Were they close?" Morgan asked, getting straight into the case.

"Yeah. They're identical twins." Spencer commented showing a photo of twin girls on cheerleader uniforms, smiling at the camera, striking the same pose.

Evelyn frowned in thought as she walked into the Davenport house, taking everything in. As a technician she always looked around to see how up to date the family or the occupants of the house was simply by looking at their television or sometimes lack thereof and even the alarm systems at times. She was hardly listening to what the man of the house, Davenport, was saying but she did manage to catch the last bit of his little speech.

"Sorry." The poor man looked so tired. Evelyn's heart went out to the worried father. As a daughter she had an idea on how worried a father could get when his child was in danger. "I just feel like I'm suffocating here. I just want somebody to tell me that she's okay."

"Doctor?" Gideon called out, catching said man's attention. "Reid! What do the statistics tell us?" He asked, knowing the young doctor would already know he was talking about the kidnapping.

"If you follow their instructions and give them the money your daughter will be returned." Spencer said. Even though he didn't show it, Evelyn knew he was trying to ease the man's mind. She doubted it would work but her friend got points for trying at least, in her books.

"Done!" A voice called out. Evelyn looked up to see an FBI Agent looking towards their little group. "This house is bug free."

"Alright!" A man in a suit, whose name Evelyn had already forgotten called out, motioning for people to come into the house. She knew he was in charge of security. "Bring it in!" A couple of men walked in carrying the equipment they would be needing for the case. Evelyn frowned lightly. She had asked Gideon and Hotch if she could bring her own equipment but had been told not to. The red head felt most comfortable with her own equipment but in her case she never really had a choice. Nodding, as she saw all the equipment pass by her she turned to Gideon.

"I'm gonna go set everything up then." She said, before walking off into the living room where all the equipment would be set up.

It only took her a little while to set up the entire station. She picked up a pair of headphones testing them by calling the phone with her cellphone. Everything seemed to be in order and there was still time to spare before the kidnapper called. She watched as Gideon, Spencer and Davenport approached her little work area.

"Mr. Davenport? This is Agent Evelyn Richardson. She will be handling all the calls and will be trying to locate the signal from where the phone call is coming in from as well." Evelyn gave a slight nod in the older man's direction before removing the headphones she had on and handing them over to Spencer, who was standing right next to her.

"Alright, Mr. Davenport. I'll just be giving you the main instructions on how everything works." She said, moving to stand next to him and her fellow agent.

"This button answers the call." She said, pointing to a button, before pointing to another one.

"While this button makes everyone in the room silent. When it does it'll flash red. You'll be able to hear his side of the conversation. He won't be able to hear us." She turned her head to look at the older man.

"Is that alright?" The man nodded, not taking his eyes off the two buttons.

It was a few minutes before the kidnapper could call. Evelyn walked into the kitchen, grabbing a clean glass pouring herself a drink from the faucet. She turned just in time to see Morgan and Elle enter the kitchen.

"You think Cheryl's a whack job because she claims she can feel her sister's anxiety?" Elle asked Morgan who quickly denied her statement, while Evelyn gave a small snort, earning herself a glance from the taller agent.

"Actually there may be a physiological basis for it." Spencer said, having heard the conversation, as he walked in the kitchen. Evelyn shook her head as she moved forward a fond smile on her face as she prepared herself for her friend to start talking.

Morgan on the other hand gave a mock sigh. "Don't ask." He muttered under his breath, his comment directed towards Elle.

"Reversed asymmetry monozygotic eggs split late between 9 to 12 days. The DNA matches right down to the very last stranded code and there's sporadic documentation of shared physiological pain."

Elle and Evelyn shared smiles when the young doctor finished with his little explanation while Morgan sighed exasperated.

"And you believe it?" He asked, slight challenge in his tone.

"No, I'm just saying it's possible. I don't know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think that I do." Spencer commented, giving a small smile.

"I never said that." Morgan denies. He turned to look at his two other team members. "When have I ever said that?"

"Every day since I met you." Spencer commented.

"This morning at breakfast." Elle reminded him.

"While we were on the plane." Evelyn shrugged.

"Yesterday when he beat you at cards." Even Hotch could not keep from putting in his own input. "Um...we've got one minute." He reminded checking his watch, before walking back to the living room. Evelyn patted Morgan's shoulder in a soothing manner as she walked by him.

"Anybody ever heard of sarcasm?" Morgan asked, trying to gain back a bit of face with his team.

The rest of the team made sounds of agreement which sounded more like sounds of disagreement to Morgan.

The sound of the clock striking was loud and clear. Each chime seemed to bring about more and more tension and nervousness into the room. Evelyn was sitting down next to Mr. Davenport, her screen opened in front of her, her hands poised over the keyboard so that she would start a trace for the phone signal as soon as the call came through. She really hoped the kidnapper wouldn't be using a disposable cells. Those were hard to trace.

Everyone was waiting and sitting patiently as Gideon and Hotch coached the father what to say when the phone started ringing. Everyone from the B.A.U. Team grabbed a set of headphones. With one last piece of instruction Gideon nodded in her direction and she flipped the switch, picking up the call.

The situation had quickly gone from bad to worse.

The man had called and made his demands but he had wanted to talk to Cheryl and not the father. He had even asked her to drop the money off at the location. Of course Hotch and Morgan had gone after her to make sure she would be safe. And it was there that they figured out that this was just an effort to kidnap Cheryl as well. They had rescued her and brought her back safely. As soon as they had gotten back the phone had started to ring. Evelyn was right beside the accept button and when Morgan gave her the indication she pressed it.

"That was fun, wasn't it? A little running around, getting our pulses racing." Everyone in the room kept quite. Evelyn could feel her disgust rising each passing second at the man. He was sick.

"Are you there, Cheryl?"

Silence.

"Are you there?!" He asked once again, a little more forcefully then the last time.

Cheryl looked like she was about to reply but Morgan gave her the signal to not to. Nobody in the room spoke so the kidnapper decided to start speaking again.

"Tell me you didn't feel a slight tingle, a thrill run up your spine. Huh?" Evelyn glanced in Morgan's direction to see him meet her eyes. She quickly pointed towards the record button silently asking if she should turn it off. Morgan shook his head only slightly. She nodded.

"But those clever and cunning FBI agents deduced my little plan just in time." The kidnapper continued. "They figured it out. If they hadn't, I would have had you both. The whole set. The matching pair."

Evelyn heard movement beside her and felt herself being pushed aside when Cheryl lunged to answer the man, even though Morgan indicated her not to.

"Why are you doing this?" She demanded, her tone laced with anger.

"Because you asked me to, Cheryl." This man was crazy!

"You asked me with your glances. The way you talk. Those little gestures." Alright. This man had officially earned a place in the looney bin. He was mad!

"You asked for this! You asked for it, Cheryl!" The man clarified as if the point was not getting across.

"Cheryl." Morgan warned his tone low. Yet it did not have any effect on the young woman.

"What do you want?" The distressed twin sister demanded once again.

"What do I want?!" His tone had gotten angry, which was not good. Evelyn may not have been a profiler but she was getting nervous by the minute. "You! It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow but I promise you, we will be together."

The line clicked and the call ended.

A/N: Alright, so this chapter, and the next, merely covers how Evelyn handles cases and such. It follows the episode more then anything.

Sue1313: Actually no. She doesn't have a crush on Reid. Evelyn is just easily embarrassed and shy when it comes to people, even those who are her friends. But don't worry. I have a lot of things stored for the two of them. Everything will be explained in the Fifth chapter. :)

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Till next time.(Probably in a couple of hours :P)-Hestia28