Old People, New Friends

Harita's POV

I ran to the edge of the building, running away from the FBI agents chasing me. I stopped and looked down. It was a long way to go. Cars were passing by each other on the streets, pedestrians were walking. I had two options. Get caught and go to jail, or jump. It was obvious in which one I would choose.

"Harita!" One of the agents screamed. I turned around.

"Put your hands up where we can see them." Another one of them yelled. I put my hands up, but saluted off. I fell back, off the building, accepting my fate.

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*CUE INTRO*

(For one of the 'pictures' in the intro, imagine Harita fidgeting with a pen, looking at a map with her left eyebrow raised.)

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"Someone said, 'Every child deserves a parent, but not every parent deserves a child.'"- Dr. Harita

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I landed onto the crash-pads. I layed there for a few seconds, trying to regain my full consciousness. I got up and looked at Hotch, who had a disappointed look on his face. I don't blame him, I was also disappointed in the team.

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"You forgot one major detail. Your unsub was suicidal!" I yelled at the team. Earlier today, I was training one of the new FBI, BAU teams. They didn't do so great. "There were many key signs of it, how there were no food wrappers in her trash can but there were bags of food, how there was a razor on her bathtub, with only her DNA, if you checked it. You knew the murder weapon was a gun, but why didn't you check if the razor belonged to her. Sure, she wasn't using it on the victims, but maybe she was her own victim! If she was suicidal, would you corner her on top of a building, O'Malley?"

"Err… no?" O'Malley answered, hesitantly.

"Dam right no. You had, what 3-4 years of training, especially 1 year of how to identify if they're suicidal or not, and you still miss this part in today's training?! Next week, I expect you to pass."

"Yes Agent Harita." All the agents said.

"Good, also, you forgot to profile that your unsub was a woman. I will let this one slide, only because women are hard to predict. Next time I won't." I checked the time on my watch, it was 8:45. "You may leave, but I expect you to do better next time, or else you won't be walking through those doors again." All the agents got up and left. I sighed, shaking my head at my sudden outburst. This 'drama' is probably going to spread through the Bureau just like a fly. Normally, I'm nice to my students, even letting them go with a few small mistakes. But this time, I couldn't just let this slide. The signs were obvious, and I need to hold them accountable for their ignorance. I walked out of the room, and saw Hotch and Gideon standing outside the door.

"The news about you yelling at your students is already spreading, almost everyone on this floor knows about it." Gidoen acknowledged. I sighed.

"I don't regret my actions. They should have paid more attention to the obvious details."

"And I'm not saying you shouldn't," Gideon said, as we started walking towards the elevators.

"You did the right thing." Hotch added.

"I just want them to get it right the next time, I don't want to jump off of a building again, even though it was fun." I chuckled, as we got into the elevator, pressing the '6' button.

"I don't think our budget will support the cushion again. Next time, we might just have to catch you." Gideon joked. The elevator dinged, announcing its arrival at the sixth floor. The doors opened and we got out. Everyone's eyes glanced at me, and to be honest, I didn't care. I got to my desk, while Hotch and Gideon went to their offices, and took off my 'FBI' Jacket and placed it on the back of my chair. I sat down and looked at Morgan, who was staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You yelled." Morgan said.

"They deserved it." I replied.

"I know, that just means you're becoming a better teacher. I'm so proud of you, my baby is growing up." Morgan whipped a fake tear from his check.

"I swear to god, I will not hesitate to shoot you." I warned.

"But Morgan is right." Reid interjected. "Before, if something like this happened, you would be afraid to yell at them. Now look at you. You are growing up." I groaned.

"Reid, as much as I love you, I will shoot you too." Reid, widened his eyes and went back to his paperwork. I looked over at the stack of files, dreading to be done. I have to start now, or else the pile will grow bigger, or Strauss yells at me. "It's time to do my paperwork, it's time to be productive." I announced, getting looks from Morgan and Reid.

"I doubt anything good will come from this." Morgan mutters to Reid, as I open the first file and scan through it.

"What the fuck is this shit." I exclaimed as Morgan tried to hold his laughter in.

"Are you looking at the right file?" Reid asked.

"Yes I am." I responded, flipping through the pages. "We didn't do this case." I sighed, rubbing a hand down my face. "My paycheck is going to be slipping."

"Told you." Morgan breathed out from laughing too much.

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After 3 hours of doing paperwork, I finally finished. I was coming back from Hotch's office, after putting the files on his desk, when something flew past my ear. I looked up and saw Morgan, holding a nerf gun. I turned around to see the nerf bullet rolling right under Strauss' closed door. The door to her office. I looked at him and winced. I went and sat near my desk, and looked at Morgan straight in the eyes.

"I'm going to be honest with you, I thought you passed your shooting exam." I said, Morgan rolling his eyes. "But seriously, we have a problem."

"No shit sherlock." Morgan mumbled. Hotch was walking toward our desks.

"Is there a problem here?" Hotch asked. Morgan covered my mouth so I wouldn't talk and raised his voice.

"Oh no no no no no no there isn't. There isn't, right Harita?"

"I'm smelling a bit of a problem." I professed

"No, no. Harita, just vouch for me, just tell him there isn't a problem. Just say 'Hotch there is no problem here." Morgan whispered the last part to me.

"Aaron Hotchner, problem there no is not." I said, purposely mixing up the words. Morgan was angry.

"There's a problem. What is it?" Hotch asked. Morgan and I stayed silent, not daring to say a word. "Tell. Me. Now."

"Okay, fine." I admitted. "When I was coming out of your office, Morgan shot me with a nerf gun. Problem is that he missed, and the bullet went under Strauss' door to her office." I winced. Hotch pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, clearly disappointed in us.

"Alright, I'll go and get it, you two kids be quiet and behave." Hotch went up the stairs, and turned to face Morgan.

"What the fuck was that?" Morgan asked.

"Hey, it's not like you're gonna get fired. Besides, if Strauss gets the bullet first, you will get fired. If Hotch gets it, you won't." I defended myself. Morgan shrugged his shoulders.

"But if Strauss finds out what Hotch is doing, he is going to get fired."

"Oh come on, who would fire someone hot like that?" I turned around and saw Hotch knocking on the door, then opening it and going inside. It felt like an hour, but it only was a minute before Hotch came back outside. He looked at the two of us, and held up the bullet. Morgan and I silently cheered. Hotch threw the bullet at us, and I caught it before Hotch went back into his office.

"I'm pretty sure you're gonna have to take your gun test again." I said to Morgan, who groaned and shook his head.

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"I swear, I've been gone for 2 hours, and you're already causing trouble." Gideon said, as he got to our desks.

"Why do you think that, sir?" Garcia asked. Earlier, she came out to help us with our little plan. Only because I needed help finding phone numbers.

"Why don't you tell me what you kids are… scheming over there." Gideon said as Reid went to pick up the phone and dial the number.

"Harita made us call people and tell them that she was dead." Reid confessed, as he went to speak on the phone. "Excuse me ma'am, are you Sally Hempson, Harita's best friend?" Reid asked. If I have to be honest, Sally was not my best friend, she was my high school bully. "Uh huh, yeah I'm sorry to report, but Harita has been murdered."

"Is she crying, is she crying?" I whispered as Spencer shook his head. I snatched the phone from him.

"You should be wailing you stone cold bastard." I said into the phone, hanging up. Derek, Spencer, Garcia, and I laughed. Gideon just shook his head and headed into his office. "Now call my other bully."

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"The stuff should be on your doorstep right now Garcia." I announced to her, after finishing my phone call. Garcia gasped and squealed.

"All of it?"

"Yep, the clown costume, the power drill, and 12 gallons of blood." I read from my sticky-note.

"Wow! Where do you find 12 gallons of fake blood?" Garcia asked, clearly impressed.

"You wanted fake blood?" I whispered, leaning closer to her.

"Yeah, what did you do Harita." Garcia whisper-yelled, leaning closer to me.

"Help me hide the bodies." I pleaded. Garcia nodded.

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"I can't believe it!" Spencer yelled as he ran to mine and Morgan's desk. Well, more like speed walked, that kid can't run for the life of him.

"What's going on Spencer?" Morgan asked. Spencer started rambling pretty fast, too fast to comprehend.

"English, Spencer." I said.

"San Nathan is coming here, to the FBI! So is the old director, Marke Goodman!" I froze. My heart started beating faster, my anxiety boiling. Oh I wished I took my anxiety pills today. "Oh, I am so excited to meet them. The famous lawyer and director!"

"Wasn't he in jail though?" Morgan asked, as I tried to look for my spare bottle of my meds in my drawers.

"No, apparently that was a rumor." I felt like the air was thinning. None was coming into my lungs and I couldn't breathe. My chest was getting heavy and heavier by the second. I found the bottle, but once I shook it, no sound came out.

"Hey, is Gidoen in his office." I spirted out as best as I could without sounding like I was having a panic attack.

"Yeah he should be, why?" Spencer questioned.

"Just gotta ask him something." I said, trying my best to calmly walk to his door. I didn't even bother knocking. I barged in, making Gideon look up from his files.

"What's up, Harita?"

"Do- do you have… do you have, er, my-"

"You're having a panic attack." Gideon profiled. I nodded to the best I could. Gideon got up, guided me to his swivel chair, and opened one of his drawers. Swivel chairs helped me concentrate on the spin and motion of it, and they also helped me relax. I was thankful that the blinds were closed, or else I would be the center of attention than the director and Nathan. Thinking of that made my chest feel even more heavier. Everything started to get blurrier, and I couldn't see well, despite my contacts. Suddenly, I felt a stress ball in my hand. I started squeezing the stress ball, feeling the beads inside it. It was handmade, I made it to be exact. It's literally just a balloon filled with beads. Soon, my breathing slowed and I could see clearly. My leg was still shaking, but that's because I also forgot to take my ADHD meds too. I looked down and saw that the file that Gidoen was working on was the one in North Mammon. I turned to look at Gideon and saw that he was holding my meds, all three of them. They were the chewable types too. Pink was my Anti-depressants, white was my ADHD, and the pale blue was my anxiety. I took the meds and started to chew on them. Once I finished, Gideon crouched down in front of me.

"What's going on?" Gideon calmly asked.

"He's coming." I answered.

"Just him?"

"No, both. Marke and Nathan." I gasped out, starting to feel that it was becoming harder to breathe, and Gideon also noticed. He placed his hand on top of mine, and helped me squeeze it.

"It's going to be alright, okay. Aaron and I have a plan." Gideon reassured. That was when Hotch bursted in.

"Gideon! Have you seen Harita? He's coming." Hotch warned. I turned around and looked at Hotch, straight into his eyes. Instead of panic, they turned into worry and concern. He was about to open his mouth to explain, but I beat him to it.

"I know." I said, giving a half smile.

"He's supposed to come around 1:30, and then leave around 2. You can stay in Gideon's office with Gideon, and if he asks where you are, I'll just say you're out at lunch." I nodded.

"Why are they coming in the first place? Isn't Marke supposed to be in jail?"

"Yeah, but his trial is tomorrow, and Nathan is his lawyer. Marke is resigning, so he is coming to gather his stuff."

"And am I one of his stuff?" I laughed at my own joke, though Gideon and Hotch didn't find it funny. "Sorry." Hotch's phone pinged, and he looked at it.

"They're here. I'm supposed to give them a tour, and I'll make sure they stay away from here."

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If I have to be honest, it went pretty smoothly. Nathan and Marke didn't come near Gideon's office, and I had fun with Gideon. Well sorta. Gideon tried to teach me how to crochet, and mind you, he also taught me to knit, and I love it. I hate crocheting. I don't get how to do loops with literally one fucking stick. Besides that, I painted my nails, only so I could stop biting them since I was still a bit anxious. Once Hotch gave the 'all clear sign' I left Gideon office. Right now, I was near the elevator, talking to JJ about, well, girl stuff. That's when everything took a turn.

"Harita! I've been looking for you!" I turned around and saw it was him. Nathan. My eyes widened and I tried to stay calm.

"Don't come any closer!" I yelled at him. But he didn't listen. Instead he grabbed my arm, tight. I was having flashbacks, but I had to suppress them at this time.

"Oh, come on! I just want to-"

"Don't touch me." I gritted my teeth and pulled my arm out of his grasp. "I have a gun, and I am not afraid to use it."

"Really, why you gotta make things-"

"Nathan! What are you doing here?" I turned around and saw Hotch. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, I just wanted to-" Hotch cut him off.

"Marke is downstairs waiting for you. Here, I'll go with you." Nathan was hesitant, but still nodded.

"Alright." The two of them walked to the elevator, and the doors closed.

"What was that all about?" JJ asked.

"Nothing, JJ. Don't worry about it." At first, she didn't believe me, but I gave a smile, signaling everything was truly fine.

"Alright, but if something is wrong, you better come to me first." JJ stated.

"I'll add you to the list of 16 other agents." I said, as we both laughed.

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"I swear, once I finish this, I am done for the day. I'm going home and forcing myself to sleep a coma. Don't wake me up for the next 10 years, no matter what." I ordered Morgan and Reid.

"Nah, don't listen to her." A voice said. I looked up and saw that it was from my good friend, Samantha. She was standing near the glass doors, a box of her stuff in her hands. I gasped.

"Did you get in?" I asked. She nodded, a huge smile appearing on her lips. I got up from my chair and ran towards her, wrapping my arms around her. For a long time she's been trying to get into the Domestic Trafficking Task Force, or the DTTF. I've been helping her study for such a long time, I could easily transfer there. "Let me show you around. First, I'll introduce you to my colleges." I led her over to where Morgan and Reid were sitting. "This is Dr. Spencer Reid, the genius I told you about, and Derek Morgan, the muscle man I also told you about. This is my best friend Samantha Jean."

"Nice to meet you." Spencer said.

"Ahh, so Harita told you about us." Derek shook her hand.

"Yes, she has indeed, just so I could know a few familiar faces when I finally join." Sam replied.

"Has she also told you I'm single." Morgan flirted. I glared at him.

"Sorry buddy, but I'm taken." Sam holds up her hand with her ring on it. "Besides, even if I wasn't I would much rather date a cow than you, and I hate cows." Reid and I burst out laughing, while Morgan looks away, to hide his embarrassment.

"I'm gonna take Sam around for a tour, I'll catch up with you guys later." I announced as Sam temporarily put her stuff on my desk.

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So, I know I haven't posted for the past few weeks, but I have been quite busy. I decided to post this 'short' (Well, shorter than the rest of the chapters) filler until I can actually get a real chapter in.

Toodles,

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