~-~ .P.R.E.T.T.Y. P.R.E.T.T.Y. P.L.E.A.S.E. ~-~

X x . Chapter 1 . x X

.: Classified Information :.

It was like any other day at the BAU headquarters. Rossi was looking through files at his desk. Hotch was busy in his office, talking away on the phone with a serious face, nodding every now and again. JJ was with him, waiting for him to finish so she could discuss something. Penelope was busy in her own office, hands flying over the keys as she surveyed the computer monitor. Emily was leaning agents the doorframe to Penelope's office, awaiting her answer to a question on one of the case files. Morgan was carrying a file box, saying a quick "Hey baby girl" and "Good morning Prentiss" to the two women as he passed.

JJ suddenly appeared beside Emily, a mischievous smirk planted on her face. Both Emily and Penelope looked up at her with questioning eyes. Emily sipped at the coffee in her hands, eyeing the blonde women. "Alright, what is it?" she finally asked. Penelope stopped typing, swiveling around in her chair to fully face the other two women.

JJ smirked even larger if that was possible. Keeping the two in suspense, she made sure to take an extra-long sip of her own coffee before she opened her mouth. "We may be getting an addition to the team." she finally droned out.

Emily and Penelope exchanged glances, still not exactly getting the bug picture. Emily spoke up first. "So? I guess it makes sense, what with Gibeon gone. What do you know about the new guy?" she questioned, crossing her arms.

JJ grinned at them both, shaking her head. "That's where you made a mistake!" she cried, sitting on one of the chairs in Penelope's office. "Well? Tell us!" Penelope finally said, losing patience with this classified information.

JJ took another long sip of coffee. Emily stepped fully into the office as well, waiting for the big news. "Okay. First of all, it would be 'new girl.'" Emily opened her mouth to say something, but JJ quickly held up her hand and stopped her. "She's young, fresh out of school, but smart." she continued, leaned back in her chair. "Don't know what made Hotch even consider her, but he is. Says her skills would be of some use, along with her training. Heard she's pretty nifty with a gun, too."

Emily nodded approvingly, and Penelope looked about ready to burst with excitement. "Well, do you have a name?" she piped up, fixing her glasses.

JJ laughed, nodding. "I think it was an Elizabeth Enningberg?" she mused, toying with the cup of coffee in her hands.

Emily thought this through for a moment. "So, when will we know the boss' decision for sure?"

"One thing, this is top secret. You know nothing at all about her. He just showed me her profile quickly and was wondering what I thought." she quickly explained, meaning lips sealed. "Anyway, I'm sure he'll call in a meeting in a few hours to tell us all. He's been on the phone with various sources all morning, asking around. Background check, the likes." JJ explained, glancing at her watch. It read only eleven-thirty in the morning.

Penelope had a wicked smile on her face as she faced her computer screen again, hands readily placed at the keys. JJ and Emily both shook their heads but didn't try to stop her. "You know it's not right to profile other team members," Emily warned half-heartedly. They were just as curious as the techie.

Penelope only shrugged as her figures flew across the keys, scanning the scores of information that popped up. "But she's not officially on the team yet, is she? No harm." she reasoned. And there wasn't really anything Emily or JJ could say to that.

"What have you got?" JJ asked curiously, getting up to glance over the red-headed women's shoulder. Curiously soon got the best of Emily and she followed suit, too scanning the screen before them.

"Hmmm, Elizabeth Autumn Enningberg. Twenty-two years old. Born in Poland, moved to the US as a kid. Resided and attended school in Cold Spring, New York. Graduated high school a year early and was accepted to Stanford University at seventeen. Has a Master's degree in Psychology and a Ph.D. in both Toxicology and Psychology." Penelope quickly relayed the information she found to the two women behind her, glancing at them from the corner of her eye.

"Damn. Sounds like we may end up with another genius in our midst." Emily observed. JJ and Penelope only nodded.

"Hey, were is Reid, anyway?" Penelope observed, having not seen the young genius around the office all morning. It was far to quiet to consider he was anywhere within hearing range.

"He took a personal day. I think he said something about visiting his mom." JJ explained, adding that he'd be out for a few days. Penelope continued her search, coming up with something that seemed of interest.

"Hey guys, look at this. Her dad's got a criminal record. We actually worked with this case, a few years back." she said, color draining from her face. This information caught Emily and JJ's attention, and they exchanged looks.

"Well, which case?" JJ finally asked slowly. Something about that information was not resting with her well.

"Uh, File 0210. The man was a suspect in the killing of his wife and a score of other women in the area. Brutally murdered, all drowned in a nearby lake. He was found, guilty... Gosh, poor girl." Penelope said with a sigh, leaning back in her chair.

"Do you think that Hotch knows about that?" Emily wondered, looking between the two.

JJ shook her head, holding up her hands. "If he doesn't, I don't think we need to bring it up. Besides, you know children of UnSub's often grow up perfectly normal," she said. "We need to leave this be. If she ends up with our team, we can take things from there. No reason to penalize her for something she had no part in." JJ reasoned this all to Emily and Penelope. Sure, it wasn't very reassuring, but what she said was true.

"I actually remember it, vaguely. It was only about two or three years back, wasn't it, Garcia?" Emily said, snapping her fingers as she recalled the entire case. The young women had been at the trial, she'd testified against her father. She couldn't be someone thinking of following in his footsteps.

Before anyone could get another word in, Morgan stuck his head into the office, rapping on the open door. "Hey guys, meeting in the conference room, now," he said, and Emily and JJ made their way towards the door. "You too, baby girl," he added to Penelope, who looked up from her computer monitor still slightly pale, but quickly got up and followed the group out of her office. This would surely be an interesting meeting.

X x . Author's Note . x X

Okay, first off let me just warn you I'm by no means completely up to speed with Criminal Minds. Some things might be and probably are, off.

Before I start, this is centered around Spencer Reid, who is about 25-ish in this story. Yes, I know Gideon should technically still be part of the team. I just don't know his character well enough to bother with completely screwing him up, plus he's not my favorite guy. So pretend he's already left in this story, yes?

Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or any of the characters, and am writing this for entertainment purposes only. This is simply for enjoyment.