TC Stark: Much thanks to my first reviewer, I know it wasn't a great first chapter, but I promise better things.
Disclaimer: I don't own any character from Criminal Minds, but I own Bonnie Deville.
Chapter Two: Hell on High Heels
Morgan looked at the girl, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Sure she was hot as hell, but that didn't cover the fact that she probably was in the wrong place. She looked like a girl who was trying to dress professional but wore herself all in the wrong way. The glint in her eyes and the way she stood, like she was the devil on her black stiletto heels, but he wasn't one to judge.
Nodding, he stuck out his hand to shake, "I'm Derek Morgan."
"Bonnie Deville," She smirked, "Now if you'll show me to the main office?"
He nodded, forgetting himself and leading the girl through the office. He didn't know what to think of her, but she knew what to think of him. She was on guards, looking around constantly, seeing stares her way. She was hoping to God no one recognized her, besides the fact she knew her resume wasn't good. She was surprised she got the job she did, this department must have been desperate.
Being lead into a room, she came face to face with two older looking men, one older looking then the other. One man she recognized as Jason Gideon, the famous man who had a melt down a few ages ago. She smirked, this was going to be fun working with him, the other though she did not know. He seemed like a married man, had a wife, a few kids, the safe kind of man, though it was probably hard for him to keep with the job he had.
Morgan cleared his throat, "This is Bonnie Deville?"
Hotch quickly nodded, letting the girl sit down, "So pleased for you to make it, I'm Aaron Hotchner and this is Jason Gideon."
"I know who you are," She smiled, looking back at Hotch, "Sorry it took me a while, traffic."
They all nodded as Hotch started, "Now, what makes you want to get this job? I mean, there's hardly anything on your resume."
Bonnie sighed, she knew she would have this problem, "I'm good with computers, I have never had a job like this before, but I reassure you I am educated and fully capable of this job."
That day Bonnie went home with a hand shake and a fit schedule for practically everyday. This was a full time job, no little part time job a teenager someone had for about two days a week. The BAU needed her each day and that is what they agreed with, she would be in the night shift where they needed people the most, though agreeing some days a week she could work both day and night shifts.
Tuesday; two in the afternoon and not one sign of anything exciting. Dr. Spencer Reid sat in his cubicle where he did his work apart from the "adventures" of his FBI job. He had not been introduced to the assistant last night, being sent home before he collapsed from exhaustion. Even though working for the BAU for a while now, the hours were still weary on the young one, he needed sleep.
"Can you tell me where Spencer Reid is?"
Looking up, his eyes widened at the sight before him. Before him was a woman, curvy and lean, today she wore tight black pants, the same shoes on she had yesterday. Though for a top she wore a white long sleeved blouse, the first three buttons undone. Her hair was up, only letting s few strands hang to the side. Her hips leaned to one side, staring at him as if she expected him to start drooling or something.
Regaining his posture, the boy simply answer, "I am Dr. Spencer Reid."
Bonnie had to smile, "Excuse me, doctor, aren't you a tad young?"
He blushed, "I graduated high school when I was 12."
"Holy shit," The girl coughed a little, amazed, "Well, here are your papers, I need you to do a report on the last 'mission' you guys went on."
He nodded, looking over his papers, events like these were so boring he couldn't stand it, it was probably the only downside of his job. Looking up, he caught her before she walked away, "And you are?"
"Bonnie Deville."
"Oh, like the villain in that Disney movie?"
She smirked, pointing at him, "Right, but it's not my real last name, I just recently changed it."
Reid sat there, blinking as she walked back to her desk. He wondered why she would want to change her last name and what was it before? Either way, her records would be transmitted from one name to another. But he could never understand why someone would change a name, sure his wasn't the best, but his parents gave him that name and it would be disrespectful to change it.
Shaking his head, his desk was suddenly sat on once more, looking up to see Garcia smirking, "So, my love, what's on the agenda today?"
"Paperwork."
He was so dull, "Oh, paperwork is boring, c'mon, Morgan, Elle, and I are going out for lunch, join us."
Smiling slightly, he stated, "Well, I've been behind on this for a few weeks now, I really should hand it, besides I ate a full breakfast this morning, enough to sustain me until dinner tonight."
Garcia sighed, shoving him slightly, "You can't stay locked up in here the whole day, nothing exciting is going on."
"Oh, I'll be fine, Garcia, don't worry." He smiled.
"Yea, Reid's in the natural habitat for geniuses." Morgan suddenly came up behind Reid, laughing and ruffling up his hair.
"Even though you tell me everyday," Reid looked over his shoulder, "I'm not a genius."
Morgan rolled his eyes, "What's your IQ again?" Seeing that this shut him up, Morgan went on, "Have you seen the fine piece of ass that we just hired?"
Garcia leaned forward, "I thought you and Elle had something going on?"
Shrugging, he shook his head, "We decided to just be friends, it wouldn't work out between co-workers."
"Then what makes you think it'll work with her?" Garcia laughed.
"Cause she looks bad and I am bad," He smirked, "Reid over here should try and get with her."
"Oh, me?" Spencer blinked, "No, no, I don't do that, besides-"
"C'mon, Reid, ever since that girl you've been so hesitant to be with other woman."
The chubby woman laughed, about to say something as Bonnie once more came over with two folders, "For Garcia and Morgan, both late on paperwork, just trying to do my job."
Morgan smirked, licking his lips, "How about you coming with us to lunch, Bonnie? Get to know the force."
Bonnie rolled her eyes, though smirking at the same time, "Sorry, Morgan, it's my first day on the job."
"Which is why you should come with us, I have a new red sports car."
"Sorry, the only men I go for are those in a leather jacket and ride a motorcycle, besides I don't do dating."
They watched her one more time walk away, everyone blinking as Gideon came up behind them, telling them all to get to work. Dr. Spencer Reid was once again left alone, sighing as he went on his computer, looking up certain things. IT wasn't always fun surfing the net if he could read quickly, it took away the fun and not much time past. He sighed, sometimes having the intelligence he had was hard.
He was the youngest of the whole force, they really treated him like a baby even though he had a higher degree then any of them. He even thought Jen was older then he was. Besides that, he hated when the victims or the witnesses didn't take him seriously, telling him he was too young and had years to go before he knew what he was talking about. If he hadn't known what he was talking about, he would have never been hired to the FBI.
Looking over, he was probably the only one who didn't think of the new girl as just something to look at. She seemed nice, she also seemed young. He thought perhaps they were the same age, but she really wasn't on the force, just an assistant. Looking at his papers, he fixed his tie while standing up, walking over to her, seeing her type away of the computer.
Coughing, he spoke, "Um, Bonnie, I-"
She smiled, "Nice work, I've never seen anyone fill out a report that fast before."
"Well, I'm just quick."
Smiling again, Bonnie sighed, "So, is it always this dull?"
Reid shrugged, going to lean on her desk, "Not really, especially since it's around Christmas, I'm surprised there's nothing going on."
"Maybe all the killers took a break this year," She smiled, "How come you didn't go? You don't have an excuse like being the new girl."
Reid blinked, "Well, I guess they're just a different breed then me, what about you? You got invited."
"If I would have left then there'd be no one to entertain you," Bonnie smiled, "By the way, I like the name Spencer, you should demand people call you that from no one."
The young doctor smiled, deciding to change the subject, "You should have never told Morgan what you did, now he'll be after you even more."
Bonnie smirked, cooing, "Let him, see when I said that, I didn't mean I was a whore and slept around, I meant what's the use in dating if you aren't going to marry him? When you've found the 'one' you'll know and you'll marry, dating is just a waste of time."
Before another word was spoken, Jason Gideon stepped in, "We've got a situation."
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