The FBI Files:

A Personal Touch

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'Sarah, are you sure you're ok?' Morgan asked.

The black woman; Sarah Morgan, Derek's sister, nodded and stared out of the car window. Her straight black hair fluttered in the wind and she closed her eyes. A younger, spitting image of Derek, Sarah was by far his favourite sister. Not that he didn't love his other sister; he just got along better with Sarah that's all. She had followed in his footsteps in terms of career paths, becoming an agent for the CIA. However all that had changed.

'Why did the new head fire you?' Morgan asked for the umpteenth time.

There was a pause then Sarah spoke. 'Because I'm black' she whispered.

Morgan slammed on the brakes; bringing the car to a screeching halt. He clenched the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles began to change colour. Sarah looked as though she might burst into tears at any moment.

'Because you're black? Because you're black!' Morgan hissed angrily.

'Derek please! Just keep driving' Sarah pleaded.

Angrily, and against his better judgement (he was debating whether or not to turn the car around and drive back to the CIA and give them a piece of his mind), Morgan restarted the car, muttering under his breath. Sarah stared at her brother and let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding in. It had been two months since the two had last spoke, her being on CIA work and him on FBI. But the fact remained that she was still very much in awe of him now, as she was then.

Derek's phone started buzzing and he pressed a hand to his hands free.

'Agent Morgan' he said 'Yeah . . . What? She said that? Bitch! . . . Mmm I may have someone in mind. Don't freak out Hotch. Yeah I'll bring her in . . . Yes now. Ok bye' he hung up and flashed a weary smile at Sarah.

'What's the look for?' she demanded

'I think I may have found you a job'

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Rossi took a sip from his coffee and walked down the stairs into the bull pen. Morgan was waiting at the bottom reading through a file. He looked up and grinned at Rossi.

'You drink too much coffee' he stated.

'You don't drink enough, keeps you awake' Rossi smiled.

'Where's Hotch?' Emily asked as she came up behind them, reading through a file of her own.

'Interview' Morgan said absently.

Rossi choked on his coffee and Emily stared at Morgan.

'With whom?' she demanded.

'My sister, she may be joining the team' Morgan said, reading through a file again.

Anger flashed across Emily's face. Not Morgan too?! It was bad enough that the Director was already replacing JJ but Morgan? JJ hadn't even been gone that long. No one could replace JJ, not in a million years!

'Emily . . .' Rossi warned.

'Morgan! How could you . . . how could you even contemplate replacing JJ!' Emily cried.

'You think this is easy for me Prentiss?' Morgan snapped 'I'm gonna miss her too you know!'

'Then why?'

'Look my sister needs a job; she got fired from the CIA for being black. We need a new agent and, as much as I'd rather hold off replacing JJ, we can't save any lives without a complete team. Don't you think that JJ would have wanted us to do the right thing?'

Emily opened her mouth to retaliate but then changed her mind and just gave Morgan an extremely dirty look. Rossi put a hand on her shoulder and pulled her away, whispering in her ear. Morgan ran a hand over his shaved and head, shutting the file and sighed.

What had he got himself into? The best he could hope for was that Sarah would fit right in with the team and Emily would warm to her slowly.

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Reid dashed into the BAU bullpen and paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath. His long brown hair fell into his eyes, hiding the sadness and despair that had recently become fixed in his brown orbs. He had been keeping a vigil outside JJ's old house, trying to make sense of everything in his head. He missed JJ already, how could he not? They had been on a date once, even though nothing had come of it.

He chucked his bag under his desk, marveling at the fact that he was the only one at his desk. Emily was a short way away whispering to Rossi. Morgan was standing in the middle of the bull pen, engrossed in a file he was "reading". Reid looked down and spotted the report he had been meaning to give to Hotch.

Reid snatched it up and dashed up the stairs and knocked on Hotch's door. Hearing a "come in" he abruptly opened the door and walked straight in. Now Reid being Reid had not been watching where he was going and therefore had not seen the young black woman leaving Hotch's office. She was a head shorter than him and therefore the two smacked into each other.

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'I am so, so sorry!' Sarah gushed, wringing her hands nervously.

Reid was holding a handful of tissues to his now bloody nose. Sarah being a head shorter than Reid and knocked her forehead on Reid's nose when they had collided.

Derek laughed heartily and clapped Reid on the back.

'Stop stressing sis, Reid's a big boy. He can handle a bit of pain'

'It's fine . . .' Reid trailed off, at a loss for her name.

'Sarah' she said breathlessly.

Rossi laughed and shook his head and Garcia nudged him.

'You made a cracking impression sugar' Garcia informed Sarah.

This remark sent the whole room into a fit of giggles and made Sarah blush prettily. Garcia however soon stopped laughing and put her head on the side, as if trying to figure something out.

'She looks so familiar' Garcia said.

Morgan put a hand on Sarah's shoulder and grinned.

'That's because she's my awesome sister' he explained.

'Oh-my-God! Really!'

'You look so alike!' Emily breathed.

Sarah laughed. 'Pity he's not as smart' she said.

'Oh really? I'm the FBI agent not you'

'I'm an agent now!'

Morgan's eyes widened and he looked at Hotch.

'Yes Sarah has been hired' Hotch said and gave a rare smile.

Derek whooped and pulled his sister into a bone crushing hug.

'My sister kicks ARSE!' he shouted.

Emily felt numb. JJ had been replaced, things would never be the same. She excused herself and took the stairs two at a time, unaware that she was being followed.

'Prentiss'

Emily jumped and spun around. 'Hotch!' she cried 'Don't do that! You shocked me!'

'Sorry'

'It's fine uh… I don't mean to be rude but can I help you at all' Prentiss asked uneasily.

'To warn you'

'Of what?!'

'Prentiss please try and be nice to Sarah; for Morgan's sake. She has come from the ugliest job firing I've seen in awhile. I know as well as you do that she will never replace JJ. Sarah is well aware of the circumstances and she has no intention of replacing JJ. Cut her a bit of slack'

Prentiss looked at the floor. 'I'll be nice but I still miss JJ' she whispered.

'So do I Emily, so do I' Hotch said.

Prentiss' head shot up at the use of her first name. But Hotch was already walking away, hands in his pockets. Prentiss sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Everything had gone totally whack lately.

I need a nap, she thought.

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Old Mrs. Danword parked her rusty old car and eased herself put of it. Hitting the big 8-0 last year was certainly beginning to take its toll on her bones. She was sure she'd be contracting the arthritis that was common in her family soon. This was not a fact she welcomed but what could she do?

She glanced at the house next to her a sad look emblazoning on her old face. It had been a week since their 19 year old daughter went missing. Theresa was a truly beautiful girl and always offered her out. Mrs. Danword smiled and shook her head slowly.

As she put the key in the lock the silence was shattered by an ear-piercing scream. Mrs. Danword almost jumped out of her skin, dropping her key. Lights flicked on in windows up and down the street. Mrs. Danword turned towards next door that was where the scream had come from.

She rushed over next door, as fast as her legs could carry her. The porch light was on, and Mrs. Alderman was crying over a garbage bag. But it was what was inside the garbage bag that had triggered the ear-piercing scream from before.

Mrs. Danword's chest heaved. A gruesome site. Theresa was no longer missing she was found. But not in the way that Mrs. Danword suspected. With a trembling hand she reached for her asthma inhaler.

To Be Continued . . .

A/N: Please Review. I hope none of the characters are OTT!