Chapter 1: Transfer

Oh, you're a loaded gun, oh

There's nowhere to run

No one can save me

The damage is done

In the indoor workout facility within the walls of the FBI's Chicago Field Office I was attempting to release all of my stress and anxiety completely almost completely unaware that someone had just entered the room.

"Davidson," someone yelled over Bon Jovi trying to get my attention. "Sam."

I recognized the voice almost instantly, even over the blaring music, it was my closest friend and fellow FBI agent Michael Andrews who knew exactly where to find me when I got stressed out. He knew that I would need to hit something.

It had been fifteen years since I made the promise to my mother that I would stay away from the FBI; five years ago I broke my word.

My mother was still was fuming about my decision to follow in my father's footsteps but deep down she had to realize that I was his little girl; I needed that rush of adrenaline. Granted I wasn't a member of the same unit he had worked for, which probably made me working for the bureau a little less nerve wracking.

Yet I wasn't about to tell my mother that I had recently put in for a transfer to join the BAU and sometime this week I was going to find out if my transfer had gone through.

"Sam," Michael continued to yell as he inched closer to the stereo so he could turn off the music.

I shot Mike a dirty look almost telling him that if he were to touch the stereo he would be my new punching bag, though it did nothing because he still ended up shutting off the music.

"What are you trying to do Sam, go deaf?" Mike asked.

I let out a small laugh as I untapped my hands. "Yeah, something like that."

"Really? I figured you just did this so you wouldn't have to listen to us rag on you."

I was almost done with my fifth year in the FBI's Chicago Field Office's Organized Crime Unit and was the only woman on the team so a certain level of smack talking was a given, it just annoyed the guys when I gave it right back to them. "Aw, come on Mike you know they don't rag on me as much as they do to you."

"Ha ha," he pretended to laugh. "You're so funny Davidson. Are you ready to go?"

"I don't think that I should go today."

Once a week a couple of the guys on the team and I would go out and grab lunch, or in some cases dinner, together but with the possibility of getting a response about my transfer I really didn't want to leave even for just a little while.

"Alright," Mike shrugged without starting an argument with me, "I'll just hang out with you."

"What? No go out with the rest of the guys."

"And leave my best friend here with all her stress and frustration?" He grinned at me. "I don't think so."

Mike headed out of the gym towards the locker room leaving me alone again; only this time I must have had a grin plastered on my face.

Special Agent Michael Andrews was constantly turning every females head in the office, all except for me since I viewed him as a brother. His charming smile and calming drew people to him, he was a people magnet, but it never became an issue with his work where he became locked in when it came to business.

When he reentered the room he was dressed in a pair of black, baggy athletic shorts and dark blue t-shirt so he could show off his muscular arms, the soft fabric stretched across his chiseled chest. Mike ran his hands through his dark blond hair making it look windblown instead of looking neat and professional.

"Did you plan on having me showing you up today?" I asked with a hint of sarcasm as she took a step closer to Mike.

"You wish Davidson, anyways what did you have in mind?"

I was just about to shoot back another sarcastic remark when someone cleared their throat behind us, it was our section chief's new receptionist, I think her name was Alyssa or something, which was poking her head in.

"Agent Davidson," the young woman started before her eyes drifted across the room and landed on Mike making it hard to keep from laughing.

"Yeah," I pressed knowing that I needed to keep the secretary on track, "What's going on?"

"The Agent McLaren wants to see you."

Slowly I looked down at my sweat stained clothes and let out a discouraged groan. "Alright, I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

Mike gave me an encouraging smile and a nod towards the locker rooms. "Go get 'um and I'll see you later. Maybe we'll have a celebratory drink with the guys."

I flung her arms around Mike's neck giving him a quick hug before running towards the locker room. "Thanks Mike," I yelled from over my shoulder.

In the locker room I threw off my work out clothes and changed back into the black dress pants and pale blue blouse I had been wearing earlier, knowing that I wouldn't have time to shower I threw my long brown hair into a lose ponytail. With the help of a little make up I was able to head to McLaren's office without looking like I just went a couple rounds with a punching bag.

Section Chief Ron McLaren was a fair yet intimidating man in his mid-fifties, his aged but defined features made him seem much more serious than he really was so long as the job was getting done. He has been in the bureau for over twenty years and he seemed to really be content where he was.

I gently tapped on my supervisor's door and peaked around the corner. "Sir?" I asked, deep down in the pit of my stomach I was terrified that my transfer had been denied, not that I would have minded staying in Chicago but this was my dream on the line.

"Come on in Davidson," he instructed while motioning towards an empty seat in front of his desk. "Please take a seat."

Slowly I took the seat he offered me and prepared to hold my breath. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

"I just got off the phone with SSA Aaron Hotchner up in Quantico," McLaren began as he flipped through my personnel file, "He informed me that he received your transfer and had a chance to look over your file-"

"And," I cut him off only to recoil back in my chair as McLaren raised an eyebrow at me. "Sorry."

"I really hope they can handle you." McLaren laughed and shook his head at me. "I should have warned Hotchner how much of a spark you have, hopefully I don't get an earful from him soon."

"What?" I gasped as I put the pieces together, "Does that mean?"

"You're transfer went through Davidson," he said as he glanced over the paper work again to make sure this wasn't some kind of mistake. "You're heading to the Behavioral Analysis Unit, pack your bags. You'll report to Agent Hotchner in a week."

I rose out of her chair along with Agent McLaren; the two of us shook hands good-bye. "Thank you, sir."

"I'll miss having you around, Sam," McLaren said with a glint in his eyes. "I hope those profilers realize how lucky they are to have you joining their team."

There was only one thing going through my mind as I got up and left Agent McLaren's office.

I hope I make you proud, Daddy.

"Hey," Mike greeted me as I pulled the door shut behind me. "So, how'd your meeting go?"

I glanced around and realized that he was the only one standing in the hallway, out of his workout clothes and back in his suit, making me think that he had been waiting for me to finish my meeting.

"Were you waiting here this whole time?" I asked with a faint smile on my face.

"I may have."

Mike and I headed back towards the bullpen so I could start packing up my things. "You know that is kind of creepy, almost borderline stalkerish."

"Ooh," he teased, waving his arms around. "Are you profiling me now Davidson?"

"Looks like I'm going to have to start doing more of it starting next week."

"Shut up," he yelled while grabbing a hold of my arm, spinning me around so I would be facing him. "You got it?"

"Yeah, I'm due at Quantico in a week."

"Really? So soon?"

We walked into the team offices together; I took a good look around. "Yeah, they want me to make the transition pretty fast."

Mike pulled me into a tight hug in front of everyone, which was not going to help the rumors that we had a thing for each other. "I'm going to miss you so much Sam, you'll make a great profiler and they're lucky to have you."

"Thanks," I mumbled into his shoulder before I headed to my desk to start packing and say my good-byes to the team.

././

With all my good-byes said and the contents of my desk packed away I headed out to the parking garage, I knew I had one more thing to take care of before I could make the move back to Virginia. So I shoved the boxes in the trunk of my car and slammed the door.

When I pulled out my phone to make the one phone call I was dreading to make my stomach twisted into knots, at this point I would have given anything to be in the field instead of taking on this case.

"Mom," I began mumbling into the phone as I slid behind the wheel, "I'm on my way over, there's something we've got to talk about."

Alright everyone next chapter we are going to be seeing so many familiar face (like the entire BAU team) plus some interesting introductions. What will Rossi think of having Sam as a member of the team? How will Sam and Hotch's first meeting go?

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