Chapter 10: Are You Unit Chief Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner?

Quantico, Virginia, United States of America.

Finishing his coffee, Harrison bites the bullet and heads towards the FBI building, helmet held under his arm. Tapping his feet waiting for the crosswalk to let him across the road, nerves start to settle in his stomach.

He had driven one of his bikes this morning and parked it across the road in the parking building. Of his team he brought along with him, he was the only one with a driver's license but he asked Draco to pick out a couple of cars for them to use while they're here. Really, he only had himself to blame for the types of cars Draco picked. Surprisingly for a pureblood, he seemed to have a fair bit of knowledge of muggle automobiles and that paired with his general taste in ostentatious material objects, Harry truly regretted leaving the car choice to him.

Using Harry's money, of course, Draco picked out three cars and a motorbike. His first choice was a black 2006 Lincoln Aviator which of the four vehicles he bought, Harry liked this one the most. It's big enough to carry his team plus Teddy if he comes for a visit. Harry could tell it would have cost a fair bit, but he wasn't too fussed over price. The second car was a blue 2006 Aston Martin V12 Vanquish. Ok, this one Harry was both impressed and annoyed at. Harry knew that this was practically James Bond's car and what British-bred boy didn't fantasize being James Bond? Draco of course didn't know this, he just liked the car. The final car was actually a request from Harry himself. He had sent Draco to pick up the chrome 1968 Ford Mustang Fastback that he managed to track down and he had asked the seller to put it aside for him. This one Harry chose for himself - it would be his baby. For the motorbike Draco chose for him, it was a Slytherin green 2005 Suzuki GSXR1000 and this is sat next to Sirius' 1969 Triumph Bonneville that Harry brought along, minus the sidecar. For today's trip to work, he chose to drive his Triumph in.

After passing through security, he asked for directions to the BAU and was directed to the 6th floor. Alone in the elevator, he started to center himself to calm his nerves and pulled on his Agent Potter persona. He knows this team is very good at their jobs and as Harry told Kingsley, they'll profile him in less than a second and will be able to sniff out lies just as fast. Before he left, Kingsley said if he felt that he needed to, he could break the Statute and bring in the team. He would, though, have to travel to MACUSA and speak to the President to give them a heads up. Perks of being who he is and not just as the Vanquisher but as the renowned Agent that he became. They trusted his decisions and would more than likely approve of the move if it meant getting these murderers off their soil.

Reaching the 6th floor, his mask comes down and he steps out of the elevator.

Meanwhile, the BAU team settled back into the bullpen, waiting for their new teammate but trying to be nonchalant about it. They were curious about him, that much is certain. His file painted an amazing picture about him and it sounded too good to be true. Hotch was talking with JJ, leaning on the banister overlooking the bullpen. They had been looking to the elevator every time they heard the ding and so far Agent Potter hadn't been in it.

Finally, when they looked over at the elevator, their new Agent had arrived. They were very surprised at what they saw. Of course, his file had a picture of the young man, but somehow he looked different too. They were expecting Agent Potter to have a pale complexion like his photo, but actually had darker skin than what was expected. They had guessed he was Caucasian, however he is probably a mix, maybe tied to India. Not that it mattered really. It actually made him look even more handsome, his emerald green eyes stood out like a beacon. He was also short, maybe 5 foot 5. It amused them to no end that he would be the shortest on the team. He had dark brown hair that was long and curly on top, short underneath and a light stubble on his face. The team noticed a tattoo peeking out from his shirt collar, running up his neck but they couldn't tell what it was.

He was dressed well in what looked like expensive clothing. He was wearing a smart, tailored blue 3-piece suit set, white button down with the top button undone and brown leather shoes. Black Ray Bans occupy his shirt pocket and he's carrying a black motorcycle helmet. Slung over one arm was a leather satchel that matched his shoes. Needless to say, the entire team, male and female were taken aback by how good looking he was in person. The girls thought he looked like a bad-boy with the tattoo and helmet.

He held himself with an air of confidence, but not arrogance and as he asked security where he could find Agent Hotchner, they watched him stalk through the ballpen and up the stairs to Hotch's office.

"Hello, are you Unit Chief, Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner?"

"Agent Potter-Black? Yes, I am SSA Hotchner, this is SSA Jennifer Jareau, it's nice to meet you." Hotch held out his hand and was impressed that Potter held his eye contact and that he had a firm handshake too. Most people were intimidated by the BAU and especially by the presence Hotch held. But Potter remained steadfast and Hotch was impressed. And attracted to his new agent. Which he stamped down fast.

"Pleasure to meet you both too." and boy did his accent do something to the entire team who were unsubtle with their eavesdropping.

"Right, well. We have a new case, we will introduce you to the rest of the team in the conference room. Follow me."

Harrison followed both agents to their conference room, followed by the rest of the BAU team. He waited for the team to find their seats and the only free seat was directly next to his new attractive boss.

"Alright, before we get started we'll take a minute to introduce our new agent. This is our team, SSA's Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau, Dr Spencer Reid and our Technical Analyst Special Agent Penelope Garcia." Each agent nodded politely as their name was called. "Team, this is Special Agent Harrison Potter-Black."

Harrison nodded back at them. "A pleasure and an honor to meet you all. You know, this team is famous in my neck of the woods. We don't have a team quite like yours in MI6, I hope to learn from you just as much as I am hopefully able to help you as well." Harrison was amused that they all blushed with his praise. Which was weird considering these people were supposed to be top notch profilers who are usually very good and tempering their emotions. "Feel free to call me Harrison, or just Potter, either are fine."

"Well, we're glad to have you on board. JJ, over to you."

"Ok, so for the last few months, there have been a series of homicides spread across the country. The latest one is where we will be heading to; Portland, Oregon,"

"How many victims and how come we are only just being called in now?" Asked Morgan.

"Local authorities were not overly concerned as they were only reporting one homicide in their state at any one time. No one was drawing any similarities between them because they didn't know there was one until now. There's been at least 30 victims with similar wounds."

"What changed? Something must have stood out if the case had been given to us?" Prentiss pondered.

Harrison was content to just listen for now. He would need to prove that he would be an asset to the team however he figured he would wait for now. He had a feeling this is the case that he was here to help solve initially anyway. He's going to have to perform some fancy footwork with this one. He was told he could share the files he had from his team back home. It's just a muggle friendly version.

"Yes, a note was found next to the body." Here Jareau pulled up a picture of the note the unsub left behind.

"How rude, I did this all for you and you're not even looking at them. What will it take to get your attention? 01/09/1991" Reid rattled off. "I wonder what the significance is with that date."

"Or, who the unsub is trying to get to." Responded Hotch.

"What about the victim? What happened to them?" Asked Garcia.

"ME's are stumped. The problem with all of these cases is that the cause of death is uncertain."

"How can that be?"

"All victims had shown some kind of torture however nothing indicates that the injuries sustained could have caused any deaths. The toxicology reports did not reveal any drug use or poisons at all. It's like their hearts just stopped."

Harrison decided it was here that he could start weaving in some truths and some….lies to help move the case along.

"I assume Section Chief Strauss didn't explain to you why she put me on your team in the first place?"

"No, she just said you were highly commended by your higher ups."

"Damnit," sighed Potter as he ran his hand through his hair nervously. "What she didn't tell you is that MI6 had been trying to catch this unsub before they crossed international borders. Every time we got close, they slipped through our fingers. We couldn't touch them once they left the UK. Strauss personally asked for me as the previous team leader that was tasked to bring this person down."

The rest of the team looked at him in disbelief. "You let this person get away? You and your team are supposed to be the experts in MI6 and the unsub got the best of you?" grilled Morgan.

Harrison, while understanding the frustration especially as they now know that the unsub would be an ex-convict from the UK, he was still incredibly insulted by the line of questioning. Especially since they didn't know the whole story.

Narrowing his eyes at Morgan and attempting to keep his temper in check, he replied. "Look, I get it. I do. We didn't LET the unsub go as you so aptly put it. I have the files of everything we gathered with me and I'll share them in a minute. But this is not the work of one person. This group is large and we were outnumbered in our last altercation. We were so close in identifying who these people are but before we could keep working on a profile, we were ambushed. I lost half my team that day and I nearly lost my life that day so excuse me if I'm a little pissed off that you are questioning MY team, MY integrity when you have no idea what these people are capable of."

Harrison grabbed his bag before pulling out the muggle friendly files. He dumped them in the middle of the table. "This is everything we had."

"I apologize for Morgan's less than stellar comment and my condolences for those you have lost." Hotchner said softly. Harrison nodded in reply while Morgan looked appropriately chastised. Hotch made a mental note to talk to Strauss though, it would have been nice to know that Agent Potter was here for a reason.

"We'll go over your files on the jet. Are you here just for this mission?"

"I'll be here for as long as you need me. When I said Strauss selected me for this case in particular, she did say I was welcome to transfer here permanently if you think I'm the right fit for the team."

"Alright, do you have a go bag? Wheels up in 30. Potter, with me." ordered Hotch.

The team trooped out to grab their things while Harrison followed his new boss to his office.

Handing over Potter's new FBI ID and standard issue gun and a permit to park in the FBI building, Hotch also pointed out an empty desk Harrison could use as his own.

"Thanks Agent Hotchner."

"Call me Hotch. Again, I apologize for the insensitivity shown by Morgan, but I should probably give you a heads up now that there will be other intrusive questions. You're probably going to be the most helpful person in this case."

"Look, Hotch. I get it. I do. I will share what I can with you and I hope we can bring these guys in. But there are some things with this case that I still struggle with, every day. All pertinent details are in the files. Including the last altercation we had with the group."

"Ok, thanks. Also we have another Agent starting next week. He's returning from a brief break while he was writing books, Agent David Rossi. Do you know the way to the airfield?"

"Yes, I'll meet you there."

"Alright, see you soon."

Harrison grabbed his helmet and put it on as he headed back downstairs and over the road to his bike. He recognized a few of the FBI's SUV's and could see Hotch, Morgan and Reid driving one each. Harrison pulled out of the parking building just before the other three pulled out into the traffic. The three in the SUV's recognized the well-dressed rider and followed behind, curious at the vintage bike he was riding. Harrison was careful riding this time, he's usually one to weave in and out of traffic at questionable speeds but with the FBI following him, he figured he'd play it safe. One of the SUV's pulled up next to him, he turned towards the driver, Morgan, who seemed to try and goad him into a race. Harrison shook his head and continued on to the airfield.