A/N: The only reason I am uploading so fast is because the inspiration is fresh and I don't wanna loose it. :) Hope you enjoy!

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Takes place during and after episode six season one

Evelyn was pacing the length of the room, in front of Penelope and Morgan, wringing her hands and biting down on her lip so heard it was a miracle she wasn't drawing blood, although she could taste the metallic tinge rising to the surface.

"Sweetie, would you relax! You're gonna do fine." Penelope's voice rang out but it didn't have the desired effect since the young woman only shook her head.

"No. I'm not gonna do fine! I'm gonna fail I know it." She said, her voice high pitched. Her hand lifted off its own accord towards her lips as she started her nervous habit of biting her nails, making Penelope roll her eyes.

"And stop doing that." She scolded. Evelyn nodded absentmindedly not stopping her nail biting. Morgan decided to step in when Garcia looked in his direction in a helpless way.

"Come on Ginger. You've always done great when you and I spar." He said, thinking of all the times the shorter red head and pinned him to the ground. Evelyn threw her hands out, turning towards her friends.

"I know, but thats only because I know how you move and I can see where the next blow is gonna be coming from. Which I certainly won't know with the Instructor!" Her voice got higher and higher until she was almost shouting at the end. That and with the added effect of stomping her foot at the end made her look like a little kid.

Sometimes Penelope would forget that her protege was only in her early twenties. She would act so mature and serious while working that she couldn't picture Evelyn doing anything like stomping her foot, pouting or even throwing a tantrum and yet here she was doing just that. Maybe these were the aftereffects from being a daddy's girl? But she didn't really know much about profiling so she simply made a mental note to ask Morgan later.

It was rare that Evelyn would be acting like she was now. Usually she was calm and quite, with a level head, going about her day. Fixing all the different gadgets that would come her way. From microchips to be inserted into a person to computers and even tracers. The red head would try to talk as little as possible but treat all her associates politely and with respect yet when she was around her Team it was as if she was a completely different person. Sure she was shy and easily embarrassed whatever the situation maybe but she was more cheerful and more happy while around them. Respectful, towards Hotch and Gideon since she saw them both as her superiors. Playful and happy with Penelope and Morgan. Laughing with JJ. Having serious discussions with Elle whenever she had the chance. And arguing, or rather debating as the two of them (Spencer and Evelyn) called it, with Reid.

Even after three years of attending the FBI Training Academy she didn't seem to have changed much.

Evelyn turned to her friends. "I don't know why I have to take this exam! I hardly ever go into the field." Morgan shrugged.

"But you do go out sometime don't you? The FBI tries to prepare its Agents as much as they can." He said, trying to calm the younger girl. He stood up, placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Look just calm down. I'm sure you will do great." Evelyn looked up at him for a few seconds before sighing and nodding silently. Morgan squeezed her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"Alright." She muttered under her breath.

Hotch shook his head once again when Reid missed his mark by a few inches. He had been coaching the young genius for the past half hour but they didn't seem to be making any progress. It was a good thing he was a very patient man or else he would've given up fifteen minutes into the lesson. The older agent was coaching Reid with using a gun. His exam was tomorrow and so far he had not been able to get one bullet through the mark. His student had already admitted that he wouldn't be passing the exam.

And he wasn't the only one.

Evelyn had a physical exam tomorrow as well. It was more of a sparing match between two agents-in-training to see how they would hold against an unknown opponent. It was mandatory for every agent to take a sparring exam. Even those who didn't have to go out in the field that often, like Evelyn. She was a technician and a hacker. She herself had told him that she didn't belong out in the field. She felt more comfortable with working to bring down the bad guys from inside the confines of her little Tech Heaven with Garcia and making new gadgets and such that would help other Agents in bringing down the criminals and such.

"Agent Hotch!"

Speak of the devil.

The older agent turned, just as Reid made another shot, this one a bit closer to the target, just in time to see Evelyn cover her ears at the sound of the gun going off. He placed a hand on Reid's shoulder, indicating him to stop and turned towards the youngest member of his Team.

"What is it Evelyn?" He asked, his tone gaining the inquiring lilt it always did when he talked to her, removing the ear protectors as she approached them.

"I just wanted to ask if they have submitted the time for my exam sir?" She was nervous about it, he could tell, by the way she kept biting her lip and playing with her hair.

"Tomorrow at 12 in the afternoon. You know the location?" He added, to which she nodded, before gesturing towards the gun he was holding.

"How's he lesson going?" Reid sighed in a dejected manner, removing his ear protectors from where they were resting on his shoulders.

"Horrible." He mumbled. Evelyn sighed sympathetically.

"I know what you mean." She muttered, which made Hotch shake his head, as he controlled the overwhelming need to roll his eyes.

"Just relax. You both will do fine." He tried to reassure them, patting them on the shoulder. The two of them only fixed him with a pathetic and lost look which very nearly made him sigh.

Youngsters these days.

He knew that Reid was afraid he would fail like he did the previous times. And considering Reid was someone who succeeded in everything that he did, it was going to be hard for him if he failed again. And Evelyn's problem was that she didn't think herself capable of defeating anyone. The fear stemmed from her insecurity about her height. She was shorter then the average FBI recruit and it made her loose her confidence, what little she had, more and more.

Hotch sighed inwardly. It was like dealing with two insecure teenagers. His own son wasn't even born yet and he was going to get grey hair between the two youngest members of his Team.

Elle looked up from her desk just in time to see Evelyn's head connect with the surface of her own desk with a thump, making her wince. The agent smiled sympathetically as the younger woman sat up straight, pushing her glasses up to rub her eyes.

"When was the last time you slept?"

Evelyn groaned as she readjusted her glasses.

"The day before yesterday? Last night?" She tried to recall, yawning widely.

"Don't remember." She mumbled. Elle closed the file she had been reading, making sure to mark it, before turning her attention towards the red head.

"Your exam is still a couple of hours away. Why don't you take a nap and I'll wake you up." Elle prepared herself for an argument. Evelyn would never give into anything without an argument. She had learned as much from the debates she had with Reid. But the red head only nodded her eyelids already drooping, as she placed her arms on top of her desk, placing her head on them, and closing her eyes. Elle smiled sympathetically as she stood up from her chair and walked out of the bullpen. She passed Reid's desk as she did. Quickly tapping the back of the book he was reading to gain his attention she motioned with her head towards the sleeping red head.

"Make sure no one wakes her up. And if they ask why she is sleeping, tell them she has an exam in a few hours." Reid nodded, glancing in Evelyn's direction and frowning when he saw that she still had her glasses on, which were now sitting crookedly on her nose. As Elle disappeared around the corner, Reid stood up from his desk, covering the distance of the few steps that were between his and Evelyn's desk. Gently and as cautiously as he could he pulled off her glasses and set them aside. The red head didn't even stir, her breathing even and deep, a tendril of her naturally curly wavy hair falling over her face. Without even missing a beat Reid turned back to his desk and began to read his book again, completely missing the look JJ was giving him from her desk.

Evelyn winced as she checked her reflection in the side mirror of her car. She readjusted her glasses, making sure they were in place before straightening the front of her shirt and the shrug she was wearing that day before starting to walk towards the glass doors of the FBI building. Trying to remain unnoticed was hard when you were wearing a pair of dark glasses inside the building. She was so used to people walking past, barely even giving her a glance that she was shifting nervously as she tried not to stare back at the people who were staring at her. She would just have to spend the entire day inside her office with Garcia.

Penelope wouldn't stare or ask why she was wearing dark glasses. It would be safe in there. Except the bad thing was, to get to the office she had to walk the length of the bullpen.

Keep your head down and hope that no one would notice you.

Stuffing her hands in the pockets of the jeans she was wearing that day, Evelyn ducked her head and started to walk across the bullpen, dodging and avoiding as much as she could. She couldn't believe how lucky she was being with not being spotted by anyone. Even her team.

But of course her luck ran out when, in her haste, she collided with somebody.

"Hey! Are y-Evelyn?"

And with somebody she knew.

She looked up to see JJ staring at her. Her lips pulled into a smile.

"Hi JJ!" She said, trying to sound as she normally would. But of course the glasses she was wearing didn't help in the least. Evelyn gulped as JJ raised an eyebrow at her.

"Evelyn? Why are you wearing sun glasses inside?"

Lie. She had to lie.

"My eyes get really sensitive to light sometimes and I have to wear sunglasses even when I'm inside."

That was believable right? Please let it be believable.

The blonde nodded, frowning slightly. "Alright then." She began to walk past her, looking over her shoulder as she said. "Just take care of yourself."

Evelyn nodded. As soon as JJ had disappeared she ket out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Pursing her lips she quickly started to make her way towards her office, making a mental note to tell everyone the exact same excuse when and if anyone asked.

"You what?!"

Except maybe Penelope.

Evelyn hung her head, as her mentor stood in front of her. Penelope couldn't help but notice how she looked like a kid who was in trouble.

Which she kind of was.

"Evelyn. Why would you lie about this?" Her voice was soft and her face kind. She would never scold the red head. That wasn't who she was and anyway Evelyn was too sweet and cute to be yelled at in her opinion.

"Because I don't want to have the Team feel as if they have to protect me everywhere they go." Evelyn muttered under her breath, her fingers playing with the hem of her shrug, her converse clad foot making incoherent patterns in the carpet.

"Oh sugar." The blonde patted the younger girl on the back, pulling her chair closer towards her.

"I know you think you can handle everything but sometimes its good to ask for help." Penelope frowned in confusion as the red head shook her head.

"No, Penelope. Its not about asking help. Its more about protecting them. What if we're in the field and I-we get overwhelmed and I can't fight back and because of that the others might get hurt trying to make sure I don't get hurt."

Her voice and face were so full of fright that Penelope threw her arms around her, holding her close as Evelyn finally let loose the few tears that had welled up in her eyes.

"Oh sweetie! Shh...Its alright." She said, her voice low, rubbing her protege's back in smooth circular soothing motions, trying to get her to calm down.

"You know you don't have to feel like that in front of anyone on the Team." She whispered, trying to calm her friend.

"They all think of you as a very strong person." Evelyn pulled back, her face blotchy and streaked with tear tracks.

"They do?" She asked, her voice cracking in places, as she tried to calm herself. Penelope nodded, smiling.

"Morgan told me that you are the spunkiest girl he had ever met. And knowing the amount of girls he has met I would say he is right." She winked at the red head, earning a small laugh, as she sniffed one last time and nodded.

"Yea, alright. I can go with that." She said, smiling and looking as if a load had been lifted from her shoulders.

"Thanks Penelope." The blonde waved her hand, patting the red head's cheek lightly.

"I'll always be around for you Sugar." She said, smiling.

The Team had gotten back from their case where a Sniper or rather an L.D.S.K. (Long Distance Serial Killer) had been on the loose. It had been a close call since both Hotch and Reid had been taken hostage by the suspect and Hotch had his firearms taken from him. But luckily he had been able to give Reid the gun he always carried around as an extra and Reid shot the killer dead. They had gotten back about fifteen minutes ago and Morgan had told her how Hotch had to hit Reid, and keep hitting him, or rather kicking him so that he could get the gun that was strapped on the side of his leg.

"And so the war hero returns."

Reid looked up from where he had just collapsed into his desk chair to see Evelyn sitting across from him, wearing her sunglasses. He shifted slightly, his smile turning into a wince at the movement, turning so that he could see her properly.

"What this?" He asked, gesturing towards the wound at the side of his cheek where the bruise was already turning purple and blue.

"This is nothing. You should've seen the ones I got from the Jocks back in High School." He said, grinning slightly. "Hotch kicks like a little girl."

Evelyn chuckled at the face her friend pulled, before she tilted her head.

"How are you feeling though?" She asked, her voice soft. "I know it wouldn't have been easy shooting the man." She deliberately didn't use the word killing. Somehow the word 'Killing' made everything sound so inhumane. The red head had never liked the word. Spencer gave a small nod.

"I'm alright." He said in a low voice. His eyes were honest, his face open as he looked back at her and she gave a small smile.

"Good." She said, before biting down on her lip her smile widening slightly as she pulled off her sunglasses.

"I guess we both have similar war wounds now."

Spencer stared at her.

Evelyn's right eye was puffy and swollen an ugly shade of blue, purple, black and yellow in some places. Anger boiled up inside him as he frowned darkly. He opened his mouth to inquire who had hurt her when a shrill whistle rang out.

"Woah! Thats a shiner." The two of them turned to see Morgan approaching them, holding a cup of coffee. He stood next to Evelyn's desk, nodding towards her eye.

"So who gave you that?" He asked. His tone was calm and low, but Spencer could read his body and saw how tense he was. Clearly Morgan was as mad as he was at seeing their friend hurt.

Evelyn bit down on her lip for a brief second before looking at the two of them in turn.

"Well I had my physical exam yesterday and I got paired with am FBI recruit whose physique was...well slightly larger then me." Morgan frowned at the slight hesitation.

"How larger?"

Evelyn pursed her lips, looking up at him with a mix of sheepishness and nervousness.

"Almost as tall as Spencer and as bulky as two of you." Spencer's eyes widened at the description, while Morgan looked furious.

"Are they insane?" The young doctor asked, almost getting out of his seat but his injuries held him back. The red head quickly shook her head.

"No. No. Spencer. Its alright. See it was a good thing." Spencer frowned.

"And how is you getting hurt a good thing?" He demanded, frowning darkly. To both their surprises Evelyn gave a small smile.

"Well he did land a hit." She gestured towards her eyes. "And a couple other." The red head lifted the sleeve of her shrug to show the bruise where he had gripped her from, before continuing. "But because of my 'physique'," She made air quotes with her fingers. "I was faster and more agile then he was and I managed to bring him down by the simplest trick in the book." Her lips pulled into a grin at the end, a giggle escaping her, making Spencer raise an eyebrow.

"And what exactly did you do?" Morgan asked, clearly confused and curious as to what the red head would've done. Evelyn shrugged, her cheeks reddening as she did.

"Kicked him in the nuts." She mumbled, hoping none of them would hear her.

But of course they did.

Morgan let out a laugh that had other Agents look over in their direction in confusion.

On the other hand Spencer learned that laughing when your ribs were slightly cracked hurt a lot. But he couldn't help it. He chuckled and exclaimed from the pain at the same time, prompting Evelyn to lean down beside pressing a comforting hand on his shoulder while Morgan stood next to them.

"You okay there kid?" He asked, his voice laced with concern, but he was laughing slightly at what Evelyn had done. Reid nodded, heaving a slow and deep sigh to calm himself.

"I'm alright. I'm alright." He mumbled, sitting up in his chair. Evelyn's eyes shone with concern.

"I'm sorry, Spence! I didn't mean to-" But he only shook his head.

"Evelyn, it wasn't your fault. Actually I'm glad you told us this little story." Morgan nodded, ruffling her hair as she stood up.

"Yeah. Good job Ginger." He said before walking over to his desk, which was on Evelyn's opposite side.

"Seems like you two are growing up." He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee as he did. Evelyn smiled at him, her cheeks still burning with her blush.

"Well they had to sometime." Gideon commented, having heard the whole conversation from where he was standing near Elle's desk, not even looking up from the file he was reading.

Evelyn smiled as she walked back to her desk.

"Hey Evelyn?"

The red head looked up to see her friend smiling at her. "Yes, Spencer?"

"Point that guy out to me when you see him next time." He requested.

She grinned. "I will."

A/N: I hope this chapter gave you guys an insight on how exactly Evelyn is like! And thank you so much for following, favouriting and reviewing his story. It really means a lot to me. :D

And again I still want you guys to tell me your favorite part from this chapter, and those who still haven't told me, from the previous chapters as well.

Sue1313: She's just being a good friend love. Given the fact that they are both such idiots it'll take awhile till they get together. Although JJ might be having some suspicions. -winkwink-

gossamermouse101: I'm glad to hear that you like them as friends at the moment. :) Thank you for the review!

Till next time!-Hestia28