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EMBREONNA'S POV
"We lift off in twenty. Make sure you have everything taken care of." Hotch said as we all stood up. "Embreonna, I'll show you to your space." He said motioning for me to follow.
I did just that, but not before flashing another quick smile to the team, following closely behind him as he led me to my space.
"This is your space." Hotch said stopping in front of an empty desk in the bullpen, "Do you have everything you need to leave?" He asked.
"Yes, everything is in my car." I replied. Because there was no way I was going to show up on my first day on the job, at the FBI, unprepared.
Hotch smiled weakly, "It's good to see you again." He said before walking back to his office.
I sighed and took a look around; I remember having to come here for them to make sure they had everything taken down that happened to me in case they had to go after someone else who was like that man, to have something to compare it to, everything was the same now as it was then. I'm pretty sure even the piles of folders on people's desks were stacked in the same way.
I was overcome with a comforting feeling, one that told me I was going to be okay…the same one I had when I saw Spencer. He didn't say anything during the briefing, which had me a bit worried. Could he be mad I didn't tell him? Did he even have the ability to get mad? Was he simply shocked speechless? So many questions…not enough time.
"Embreonna…"
…Even less time than I thought.
I turned and faced the voice that called for my attention. That voice, how on earth did I possibly allow myself to forget that voice?
"Spencer." I said locking my eyes with his.
Which happened to be a mistake…
I know what I said in my letter to him, about the coffee and how I would take it away from him forever, but there was nothing that could stop me from liking his hair. Without his long hair, I could see every detail of his face. The light rings under his eyes from his sleepless nights, how the brown in his eyes were darker than usual, how his lips pressed to a line as he would be thinking of something to say. Everything brought together in the most perfect way that melted my heart by a single look. In a few simple words…I got lost by him.
I somehow found my composure, smiled, and held my arms up; wordlessly asking for a hug. Spencer smiled widely stepping forward to hug me. I got lost in his embrace. It hit me like a brick wall as he held me close against him, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist; with my arms wrapped around his neck.
"I knew writing you wasn't enough…" Spencer weakly whispered while hugging me tightly.
I'm not sure if I was supposed to hear that or not, so I just smiled and hugged him a smidge tighter, just in case I was supposed to.
Fighting how much I wanted to stay in this moment and hug him for the rest of forever, I needed to go and get my things from my car to put in the jet, "Spencer I got to go to my car. I'll be right back." I said pulling away from him.
"Y-yeah, of course." He smiled. I matched his smile and headed to the parking garage.
Nothing was going to rip this smile off of my face for anything today and possibly for the rest of the year. I couldn't stop myself from thinking about him all the way to the parking garage, no matter how hard I tried to change the topic in my mind or even think of nothing, somehow my mind found its way to Spencer and a smile would creep to my face.
What am I doing? I can't focus on this now…maybe when we get back from the case, but not right now. Now I have to focus on catching the bad guy; the un-sub; the criminal…not the handsome, smart coffee addict.
Oh Dr. Spencer Reid…what are you doing to me?
SPENCER'S POV
I watched as Embreonna left the bullpen. Then, and only then, was I able to find my ability to breathe on my own.
"Woo-hoo hoo!" I heard Morgan hoot from behind me as I felt a hand come down on my shoulder; he took a deep breath in, "Spencer and Embreonna sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…" He began to quietly sing to me, but trailed off into light laughing fit.
It's not true, but I couldn't resist, "Jealous?" I asked looking to him raising an eyebrow.
Every muscle in his face dropped as he realized the situation. He narrowed his eyes at me and grinned, "Well played, Reid." He finally said before walking off to get his things ready.
I smiled as my eyes found their way back to looking at the glass doors to the bullpen. I slowly let out a sigh, trying not to think about Embreonna, as I went to follow the teams' actions and got my things ready for the case.
These first dew days with her on the team were going to be hard for me to focus. I just hope that it doesn't get the best of me. I had to keep reminding myself the getting the job done was first on the list of things to get done.
We all boarded the jet and got situated for lift off. I was sitting by Printess; Embreonna was sitting with Rossi, JJ, Morgan and Hotch in the four seats that faced each other with a laptop on the table between them so we could talk to Penelope Garcia.
"Before take off," Garcia started, "I would like to say welcome to Embreonna." Garcia smiled warmly.
"How did you even know I was here?" Embreonna laughed looking to the screen.
"Oh honey, nothing happens in the FBI that I don't know about. For you see I am the book keeper, and you are a character in my infinite supply of knowledge, the novel I call my computer system." Garcia replied causing Embreonna to smile widely.
"I loved that speech." Embreonna stated.
"What can I say it's what I do." Garcia smiled as the jet started moving.
That's when Embreonna tensed up, clutching the arm rests of her seat.
"Fear of flying?" Rossi asked with an amused grin.
Embreonna nodded her head slightly.
"A fear of flying usually comes from the lack of control one has on the plane…" I said looking down to the file in my hand and back up to Embreonna. I hoped she wasn't annoyed by my random fact spewing ways. I couldn't help but to say the facts when it came up in conversation.
Embreonna looked to me with a smile, "It's not the control I have a problem with…it's the falling from the sky if the engine fails…" She forced a nervous laugh.
I was glad she didn't give me the "please stop/ not now/ nobody cares" look that I normally get from people, or interrupt with some sarcastic remark.
Once we were up in the air, Embreonna relaxed and we started to discuss the case.
"This un-sub didn't take anything from the offices or from the building in general. The only thing the un-sub did outside of the murders was erasing the security tapes of that day and put them back." Hotch stated.
"Meaning the un-sub went there strictly to kill these men." Embreonna said looking at the photos that were sent with the files.
"It cold be an assassin?" Printess suggested.
"That wouldn't explain the brand though." JJ replied.
I had one of the pictures of that. I looked down to it. The brand was on the right side of the body, where the heart was. All I could see from the picture was that it was four pronged…that's all.
"Were you able to find anything on the symbol, Garcia?" I asked looking to the screen.
"Not a thing, handsome." She replied with a sorry expression.
"Are there gang problems in the areas of the victims?" Embreonna asked.
"Barley…and the gangs that are there do mostly nothing, but vandalize…nothing close to murder." I replied.
"And these men weren't connected in any way?" Morgan asked finishing up the first round of questions.
"The only connection is that they were all successful family men." Garcia said as he sound of her typing was heard faintly in the background.
Embreonna got a confused look on her face, "They all look similar…" She said quietly.
"She's right…" Rossi said looking to a few of the photos, "they all have brown hair, brown eyes and are all at least 6'2." He finished setting down a picture still looking to it.
"So if it is an assassin…the initiator has a very specific enemy type." Morgan said.
I sighed and looked down to the file I had, this alone was going to be a long day…
