"Your head feel alright?" Morgan asked as they made their way towards the parking. He couldn't help but notice from the corner of his eye that she was rubbing the side of her head.
"Yea, yea." She said waving her hand next to her head in a dismissive manner. When she saw, him giving her a questioning a disbelieving look she said whilst holding up her hand. "fine, it hurts a little."
"Well then it's a good thing, I'm bringing you home," Morgan noted and she started shaking her head. "No.," she told him. "I'll be just fine taking my own car. It's only 50 minutes from here." She told him with a stubborn look.
"You're not driving, come on," Morgan said with authority as he slung his arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards his own car.
"Morgan, I appreciate it, really I do. But as far as I know, you could be living on an entirely different side of the city." Kate tried, she hated being dependent on others and having to rely on others.
"Where's your place?" he asked, stopping in front of his car. "Q Street in the district, near Vermont Avenue" Kate told him, hoping to be smart and try to be as far away from him.
But luck wasn't on her side when he said: "Great, I don't live too far away, only three streets away." Morgan told her with a smirk on his face, rolling her eyes she decided to give up and go along with it. She wanted to go home and not keep fighting about how she was about to get home.
"Well, in that case, I'm happy to take a ride with you." She told him with a yawn in her voice. "Hop in," Morgan said
"Is anybody else riding with us?" she asked him as she got in the passenger's seat of his car.
"No, JJ is riding with Reid." He informed her. "You carpool a lot?" Kate questioned him, she had come to know that this bunch was a close-knit one, so it shouldn't surprise her that they would carpool into work.
"Yes, we all live relatively close. We carpool quite a bit coming into work. I think you should know that we're all pretty close by now." Derek told her with a chuckle.
"How will my car get home?" Kate asked, passing her Range Rover on the parking lot as Morgan drove through the parking lot "that's your car?" he asked surprised to see that she drove that type of car. "Yes, something wrong with that?" she asked him with a snicker "No, it's not what I expected." He admitted sheepishly and Kate just raised her eyebrow at him. "there's a lot more things you wouldn't expect from me." She told him with a smirk and she watched him do a double take from the corner of her eye.
"If you want I could drive in with JJ tomorrow and bring it back tomorrow after work," Derek suggested, leaving Quantico behind them. "If you'd do that," she asked him a bit sheepishly. Just arriving here, she would need her car to get settled around here.
"At least with a week off now, I can start assembling my stuff and get settled in," Kate muttered, looking out the window, watching the scenery fly by.
"You haven't assembled anything?" Derek asked her. "No, I arrived three hours before I showed up at the BAU. I just dropped off my luggage I have with me, prepared a go bag and left." She admitted with a small shrug of her shoulders.
"I had asked the people that delivered the stuff to assemble it, but they didn't." she added as an explanation and a shake of her head.
"A little. Hey, if you want I could always help you." He suggested, looking at her for a split second.
"I appreciate your help and eagerness to help. But I'll manage, I've got a couple of days off." She declined in a friendly manner, it was nice of him to suggest helping her, but Kate and accepting help was like a sentence that never made sense.
"Hey, I own three houses that I'm renovating, so it would just be another project. And you can't be alone. I'm assuming you haven't got any family here like the doctor recommended. It'll be a win-win situation." He tried, trying to break down the seemingly high walls she had around her. It was something the team had noticed as well, only slightly in comparison to him
"Fine, I give up. But I'm thinking that you should stop somewhere along the way. I think we need some food and booze, or soda in my place." She told him with a small chuckle and he couldn't help but chuckle along with her.
"Agreed." He grinned as they made their way into DC. "So when did all your stuff get here if you only arrived the day before yesterday? Strangers didn't come and go did they?" Morgan asked.
"I shipped my stuff here during the last month. My sister friend moved here to work at the Embassy of United Kingdom. I asked her to let the movers and such in. I know her, but yes the movers were strangers." She admitted with a sheepish look on her face.
"What does your sister do? How old is she?" Morgan asked, intrigued to hear that she had a sister, so far she hadn't talked about her family and previous life in London.
"She's a lawyer, sort of the British DA office," Kate explained, tilting her head to the side. "I'm the oldest of five, my sister is only 14 months younger than I. she's turning 30 in December, she has plans to join her friend here in the US as well." She elaborated moving her hands.
"So you're all successful women." He snickered. "Nope, I have three brothers, the youngest is studying Geology, I sort of got him into it when I was still travelling the world, My middle brother is a screw-up, I suppose every family had that one member of the family. And my second youngest brother is graduating this year in Literature." She told him, smiling as she thought about her siblings and family.
"We've all managed to change a lot during the years." She added in a quite muttered as she turned her attention back to the scenery again.
"How so?" he inquired, having heard the change in her voice and seen it in her posture.
"We didn't have much as kids, we were mostly raised by our grandparents. We were and still very grateful for they have done for us. My sister and I we now provide for them. They aren't happy about the fact that I moved here, neither about sister moving here. But we both hope that we can convince them to move here to the US. They're incredible people." Kate informed him with a huge smile on her face. Her grandparents meant everything to her.
"so you grew up in London?" he asked her, wanting to know more about this woman sitting next to him.
"No, we lived in Berkshire. West of London on a big farm." She told him, looking back at Derek.
"Did you live there, when you worked at Mi5?" he asked, steering the car down the motorway. "No, I lived in Kensington, near Hyde Park." She told him.
"Won't you miss it, being in London?" he asked her, it was a bit step to just moving across the country.
"Of course, but it's a new chapter in my life. The move was something I had to do." She told him an 'I don't want to talk about this any more than I already have.'
"Any preference for food?" he asked, driving into DC. "I don't, you tell me which one is closest. Maybe stop at a store, I'll cook something. Cause I don't think you're the type who eats lots of home cooked meal." She told him with a smirk on her face.
They stopped at a local store near her place and they went to the store. It was great to have someone showing her around. She wasn't aware of DC yet, it would be nice to have some people willing to show her around, get her familiar with the place.
It didn't take them long to finish the shopping and Morgan drove them to her house. "Nice Crib Gainsborough," Derek smirked parking the car at the garage by the side of the building.
"thanks." She chuckled, pulling her keys from her handbag. Derek was right behind her with the grocery bags and her bags she'd taken with her to Utah. Opening the door she let out a bothered sighed as she noticed the three mattresses put against the wall. Walking ahead she noticed all the boxes she'd sent from London and the furniture.
"Thank Derek, the kitchen is through there." She told him motioning towards the kitchen in her new house.
Walking into what should be her living room, she felt disheartened by the work that still needed to be done. Piles and piles of boxes on top of each other; nothing had been assembled at all; she could kill the one's having delivered her furniture.
"Great." She muttered, rubbing her hands against her thighs, she was not looking forward to doing all of this.
"I'll help you," Morgan assured her, placing his hand on her shoulder. "I can't thank you enough for this Derek. But why would you help me?" she asked him, she was only his colleague why would he want to help her?
"You're my colleague, you're new here. You don't know anyone yet and I see you as a friend. Friends help each other." He told her in a reassuring tone. Kate had always been apprehensive about men, it was hard for her to trust them.
" This team is a family, the others headed home, they didn't know you hadn't settled in if they did. They would be here helping you as well. And by the way, I'd rather help you, instead of you spending your money on someone you don't know." he added as an explanation on everything.
"Thank Derek, I really appreciate what you're doing," Kate told him, giving him a small smile. "And secondly the doctor ordered rest, not the assembling of furniture and this looks like a weeks' worth of work. It'll be faster if I help you." He told her with a smile.
"Morgan, believe it or not. I'm used to a lot more than this, believe me." She told him with a small chuckle as she gazed around the mess that should be her house.
"Okay, if you say so. But the moment you start feeling unwell. You tell me. Deal?" he asked her and she nodded her head in agreement.
"So what needs the be done?" he asked her, he felt stupid for asking, seeing as nothing had been done yet but he was sure that she had a plan of how she wanted things to look like.
"It's only morning so we could do some stuff and be done by the evening, with a lot of stuff." He told her with a small smile on his face.
"I can always paint things later, I just want to get settled first. But first let me make you breakfast, we haven't eaten anything since returning yet." She told him, moving past the boxes, what should be the dining room and into the kitchen.
In there she discovered boxes with pottery and kitchen utensils and the just done groceries. Unpacking the stuff that she would need, she started on making a breakfast.
He could hear Kate muttering under her breath at the work that still needed to be done. Looking around the place he could see it was an amazing place. He knew that she had just bought it and still had to make it her own. But the style of the place seemed so like her. His brain started working in profiler mode, but he also realised that he would get to know her a lot better, by going through all of her stuff, by unpacking.
All of a sudden he heard a clattering sound from the kitchen and he rushed over to where Kate had disappeared to earlier. "what happened?" he asked, pausing at the kitchen island.
"Well, I wanted to unpack all of this. I need the pottery and the box just opened on the underside. Damn stupid box." She said, kicking the now empty box away and started picking up the pottery off the floor.
"Well, I wanted to unpack this box, so I could make some eggs. Damn Box." She basically screamed at the box and kicked it away and I just laughed at her antics.
Crouching down he helped her pick up all of the stuff before standing back up and asking her. "I just need to make a call, can I go out on the deck?" he asked her, looking at the small deck she had running by the side of the kitchen. "Sure, the key should be on the door." She told him, nodding her head back to the back door.
Walking onto the deck he gazed back into the house where he could see Kate working at the stove. With a shake of his head, he turned and watched onto the stretch of the garden she had and dialled a familiar phone number. "Hey, baby girl?" You got something planned today?" he asked her.
"No, My hot chocolate sweetness. What do you need my help for?" she asked him in her usual cheery voice.
"I'm at Kate's. You should see her place baby girl, nothing has been assembled, everything is still in boxes and plastic. Would you mind swinging by and helping us out? I'm going to call the bunch as well." He told her, hoping the team would come over and help, he knew that if everyone came over everything would be finished a lot sooner.
"Sure, just let me get changes, I'll be there in a bit. But shouldn't she be resting?" Garcia asked him, having heard about the injury she had sustained in Utah.
"She should, but there is no way she can. Her bed isn't even assembled." Derek told her with a small shake of his head.
"Okay, I'm on my way. You've got a weak spot for her don't you Hotness?" she asked Derek, 'damn that women know me to good for my own good.' He thought to himself.
"Yes, I do. Can you blame me?" he retorted.
"No, I can't." she told him.
"Where do I need to be?" she asked me. "Q street north-west 1311." He told her. "Good. I'll be on my way."
Next, he made a call to JJ, she told him she would bring lunch and inform Reid and Hotch, that only left him with Rossi and he went back inside.
"I'm sorry, but you'll have to eat standing up. I don't know where the two chairs are for here or anything else for that matter." She rambled on, looking around the mess.
'It's okay. Don't worry." He reassured her as he started eating his breakfast she'd made him at the kitchen island.
"God your British people really know how to make meals." He chuckled, looking at his food filled plate. It was a typical British breakfast as far as he could see, but the healthy variation.
"Old habit, I guess." She shrugged her shoulder.
They ate their breakfast at an easy pace, the both of them getting to know each other a little bit more. By the time they were finished and put away the two used plates, a knock could be heard on the front door.
Who could that be?" she said, walking towards the front door, opening the door she saw Garcia and Rossi standing on her porch. "What are you guys doing here?" she asked them with a chuckle, they were the last one's she had expected to come over, they didn't even know her address.
"Well, we got a call from somebody, telling us you needed some help getting settled in," Rossi said, looking over her shoulder, following his line of sight she saw a grinning Derek Morgan standing behind her.
"Come in. it's pouring." She said, moving to the side to let them in. "Be careful not to break anything, it's a huge mess." She told them with a warning. "Nice place, girl," Penelope said with a grin, looking around the place. "So when's the housewarming party?" she asked with a grin as she kissed Kate's cheek.
"I have no idea, yet?" Kate told her a bit thrown off, Garcia sure was something in a good and overwhelming manner.
"Shouldn't you be resting?" Rossi asked, taking off his jacket. "I'm used to more than this, I'll be fine." She told them with a wave of her hand. Before she could even close her front door, Reid and Hotch walked in and she couldn't help but shake her head lightly.
She told them where everything should go as they started unpacking her furniture boxes and started putting it together. It seemed surreal, she had expected to be all alone for a while after arriving in DC. She expected to have no support or no friends for a while. This seemed like a whole other thing than what she had expected, but it was a very nice surprise.
Twenty minutes later JJ arrived holding a box filled with sandwiches and food for them to eat at lunch. "JJ, you shouldn't have done that. I could easily have walked towards the store around the corner." She told her as she greeted her and led her to the kitchen further into the house.
Derek heard Kate ask JJ and Garcia if they wanted to check the place out, seeing as the men were doing the hard work. He heard them head up the stairs but was pulled out of his focus my Rossi opposite of him. "Man you've got it bad. You got some dribble right here." He motioned to the corner of his mouth in a teasing tone. Much to the amusement of Hotch and Reid.
"Oh shut it." He told them, continued to assemble the desk and office furniture.
"Kate. Could you come down for a second?" Rossi yelled, looking in the direction of the stairs. "Coming." Came the reply, before they heard three pairs of feet rushing down the stairs.
"Where should these go?" Reid asked her, motioning towards some stuff.
"Let me see." She replied, walking over to him. She looked through them all and started separating them and telling where they should go.
"Okay Morgan, you heard her." Reid chuckled, picking up the stuff she was handing him from the box she was crouched beside.
"Thanks, guys. I really appreciate you guys doing this." She told them, looking up from where she had now sat down next to the box, her headache was slowly coming back and that was the last thing she needed at the moment.
"Don't worry about it." They all said, with a wave of their hands. "What are you guys doing upstairs?" Hotch asked them with a suspicious look on his face.
"We're hanging my clothes up and in the closet, "she said with a small shrug of her shoulders. "Well, maybe you should let Morgan help with your underwear." Reid teased Morgan with a devious smirk and it earned him a slap up the head by said person.
Kate chuckled when she saw Derek giving Reid a death glare, if his eyes had been bullets, he'd be dead right now. "oh I'm not sure he could handle that box." Kate joined in the teasing chuckling at the shocked faces of the men in front of her.
It was the last thing she said before she got up and headed back up the stairs. Reid's chin nearly hit the ground and his face got so red he could resemble a tomato.
Morgan finished hanging lamps and he noticed it was already 1 in the afternoon. They still had to a lot of work before tonight. With that thought, he headed upstairs and into what he assumed was Kate's bedroom. He couldn't help but laugh, seeing Kate, JJ and Penelope lying on the bed just the frame rifle attached to one another, but the mattress hadn't been added to the bed yet.
"What are you ladies doing?" he asked, leaning against the side of the doorway.
"making a bed." JJ pointed out with a tone that said it was the most obvious thing in the entire world.
"Yea I can see that and why isn't there a mattress?" Derek asked with a chuckle and shake of his head, it certainly made a funny sight to have the three women a part of the BAU lying on the rifle of an assembled bed.
"She's downstairs, we can't get them upstairs without some strong manpower from my Sweet Hotness," Garcia said, lifting her head up to look at Derek but put it back down, the two women next to her chuckling softly.
"well, I'll help you guys after lunch." He told them with a nod behind him for them to follow after him and eat lunch. "Come on Ladies." He said when none of them moved off the bed, he walked over to them and clapped his hands together to get them moving.
With grumbling and sighs, they got up and headed down. Following after them they settled down at the now assembled dining table.
A lot more stuff had been assembled since the last time Kate had been down, he could see the surprised look on her face as she gazed around, the entire dining room was ready and assembled, he saw her gaze into the living room where the bookcase had been assembled.
"Thank guys." Whispered, turning to the men of her new team. "I can't thank you guys enough for dropping everything and coming to help here." She added with a small disbelieving shake of her head. These people really were one of the nicest people she had ever met, they were incredible.
She gave them an apologetic smile as she picked up her ringing phone and noticed it was her sister Elizabeth. "Hey sis, how's London?" she asked with their usual greeting.
"Great, cold." She pointed out and Kate shook her head. "Well, it's London, what did you expect?" she stated with a small roll of her eyes. "How are gran and gramps?" Kate asked, hoping that they were doing better; They hadn't really been happy about her decision to move to the United States.
The team around her could only hear the one side of the conversation, but none of them could deny the love they saw in her expression. "yes, they're good, they'll
We sat down at her dining table which could fit us all easily. A cell went off and Liz got up and walked to the kitchen where her phone was.
"Hey, sis. How's London?" she said, coming back to the dining room.
"Yea, that's great. How's gramps and grams?" she asked, we could only hear the one side of the conversation, but you could see the smile on her face that she was happy.
"No I haven't yet, but I'm sure they'll be okay soon. Let them adjust to you moving to the states. You know how Gran is." Her sister pointed out. "But there is one thing though." She started and Kate's face fell a bit, whenever her sister used that tone, it didn't mean anything good.
"What is it?" She ordered. "William he showed up and gran and gramps two days ago. He demanded to know where you were. Apparently, no one had answered at the apartment. Yesterday evening he showed up banging on the door. Travis opened it and he stormed inside. When he noticed all of your stuff was gone as well, he got pretty mad, he hit Travis and pushed Autumn aside." Her sister informed her and Kate let out an angry and pissed of breath.
The team had noticed as well, something had happened and it made their new team member more than pissed off.
"did you call the police?" Kate asked her sister. "yes, they took him away, but Liv checked it this morning and he was already let go. What if he comes back?" her sister asked her in a worried tone. "Elizabeth, you're a damn lawyer at CPS, Liv works at Mi5, get a damn TRO and if he gets back to use your contacts," Kate told her, really she had to tell her sister who was a lawyer, her best friend who was an intelligence agent at Mi5 how to handle her pissed off ex-boyfriend.
"William has no business at the place anymore. I'm not there anymore and he certainly has no business with where I am." She told her sister, leaving no room open for any discussion. Her sister was more than aware that if her older sister had to take care of it, he would be very sorry.
"I'll file the TRO tomorrow morning first thing." Her sister said and Kate hummed her agreement.
"Don't make me come back to take care of him. He won't like it." Kate warned. "Look I have to go and call me when he makes any more trouble," Kate told her before saying goodbye to her. "
"Sorry, it's my sister." She told them
"Anything, we can help you with.?" Hotch asked her, seeing that whatever had gone down back in London had pissed her off a lot. "No you guys are doing enough by helping me get settled. I'll handle this myself." She told them, giving them a small reassuring smile.
When she noticed that they weren't very satisfied with the provided answer she sighed and explained some of it.: "He's my ex, he can't get over the fact that things ended, we broke up last year and he still can't take the hint. He still believes we can get back together."
"he showed up at my grandparents and my old place in the last two days, I'll contact my old colleagues let them look into it." She told them.
"Well, why don't you do it now? That way they can do something about it. Was he a colleague, they can do something about it, whether you still work there or not and even if he isn't." Rossi informed her.
"He isn't a colleague. He's a curator at the British Museum. We met each other at Oxford. I'll call now." She explained, picking up her phone again and dialling the number of her old colleague.
"Hey, James. How is it?" she asked, hearing him pick up;
"Good, great even. I'm with my team now. But that's not the reason I'm calling. You remember William Hitchley, my ex?" she asked him, tilting her head to the side and rubbing the sides of her temples. Her head was killing her and she really wanted to go and take a nap.
"Is he annoying you again?" James asked her. "No, but he is with my grandparents and housemates. Could you and George look into it for me? You know what type of narcissist he is. He doesn't understand the word no." She told him, hoping her old team would look into it
"we will, we'll make sure he leaves your friends and family alone. He is stalking a federal agent and an intelligence agent. I'm sure that is punishable somehow. Just let us take care of it." James reassured her and she could hear his smile in his voice.
"I'm sure we could always lock him in the Tower for a night." He suggested and she could hear his amusement and she couldn't help but laugh, thinking back to the night they had followed an unsub into the tower of London.
"Maybe we should, you known what they say, it's a haunted place, the ghosts of the beheaded." She told him with a chuckle and a shake of her head. "yes, well a night in there would do him good." James explained and she rolled her eyes.
"probably. Thanks, J. I owe you one." She told him with a smile of her own. "don't worry about it, miss FBI." He chuckled before the line went dead. "Idiot." She muttered under her breath.
"What is this story of you and the Tower. Is it the Tower of London you are talking about?" Reid asked her, intrigued to know what had happened to gather that response of their new teammate.
"Yea, it is." She said, shrugging it off with a small shake of her head.
"Well, tell the story," JJ said, her elbows leaning on the table, waiting for the story to be told.
"No, I don't want to hear," Garcia said, covering her ears and we all laughed at her.
"Okay then. I think it was last year." Kate started, trying to remember the right date and she realised it had been a year last week.
"We were following this guy who saw himself as the beheader of the tower. All victims could be found around the tower of London or what used to be a secret entryway into it. Above every victim, there was this message. How should I explain this?" she paused to think of what the best way was to explain all of this. It used to be her job, to explain the things of history.
"Okay. It is said that the Tower is haunted, many ghosts spoke around the tower. Some have said they saw them. With every ghost, there's a story. Above every victim, there was this quote that always led back to one of the people killed at the tower. When we finally found him, he went into the tunnels of London, there are countless tunnels underground and he took one of the secret passageways in the tower." She kept on explaining, a smile on her face thinking back to it.
"That must of have been creepy as hell," Reid said and they all agreed with that statement. Everyone around the world knew the history of the Tower. How many people had been killed there, so it was spooky to think about going int here at night?
"It was." She confirmed with a small nod of her head.
"they used to be river back in history so they're all calf deep water. There's this chilly breeze all through it, it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Some homeless people live there, all kinds of noises can be heard, believe me, it's creepy as hell. Once we realised we were on the territory of the Tower, we had to get permission to enter the house of Chamberlain and the Queen to enter. When we got it, we entered it and started looking for him and only our team could enter." Kate continued in her voice that she used to use when she still worked at the travel agency. Kate had always been great at story telling, she had to as a past tour guide. Looking around the table, she could see that everyone had their full attention on her.
"Meaning?" Rossi asked.
"Only my team could go in. a team of four people. No FFU, MOD." She told them with a chuckle. "What are those?" Hotch asked. "The FFU is basically the US's SWAT team, they're called the Force Firearms Unit. The MOD is the ministry of the defence police, basically a part of the army with the biggest guns." She told them, trying to explain it as simple as possible. As far as she knew the US had nothing similar to the MOD.
"Well, studying history and having been a guide for seven years, I knew the reputation better than the other. We entered the tower and started sweeping floor by floor. My partner James and I we went one way and George and Phillip went another way. The longer we stayed there, the more freaked we all got. Every crack and noise made us jump. At one point, we thought we were seeing the ghosts ourselves." She continued with what had happened that particular night.
"We'd been searching for about an hour, he had to be there, they had locked off all the other exits. And then we heard this shouting and rattling of chains. That got our attention and we headed there. I think we all could have used a diaper at that point." She told with a small chuckle and even her team couldn't help but laugh.
"The genius locked himself in one of the century-old prisons, it had locked behind him and none of us could open it. So we had to wait until the tower opened, which was four hours later. I was the only women on the team and the men decided that I should stay behind with him until they could get him out at the opening of the tower. I stayed there for four hours and the three wuss's left me alone in there. By the time they came to get him out I was ready to kill all three of them." She finished the story with a shake of her head. She really could have killed them that night.
Everybody chuckled at the end. "I wouldn't have wanted to be in your place," JJ said.
"Neither was I, but I suck it up and dealt with it." She replied with a small chuckle. "Don't worry I got them back a month later." She laughed, rubbing her hands together in amusement.
"How so?" Derek asked, intrigued to hear what she had done in the past. "
A month later we were called to Edinburgh, there is an underground city, it's a place of interest for tourists. Anyway, the killer lived in there, we got separated and that town is huge. I caught the guy near the exit of the town and got him out of there. But I realised that it was my time for my payback. I went back in there and made all sorts of noises. We left them in there for two hours. When they came out they were screaming about the haunted place it was and they would never go in there ever again. I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe." She finished and her current team couldn't help but laugh.
"Remind me, to never piss you off," Rossi said. And everybody agreed with a nod of her head.
When they finished eating lunch, the guys dragged the matrasses upstairs so the women could assemble the beds and keep unpacking things there.
Downstairs the guys had managed to assemble every piece of furniture not much later and had started unpacking the boxes as well. Everyone could see that she loved being British, the small touches were in everything she had in her possession. They were pulling out pictures of her and what they assumed were her best friends and sister, the resemblance between them was incredible.
There were pictures of her with what seemed to be her other sibling, her grandparents, her days in university, the rowing team of the University. They could see the happiness in the pictures from when she appeared to be a tour guide. There were pictures of her everywhere in the world. She really had seen the world, they realised.
Pulling out a black velvet rectangular box, he opened it, intrigued to know what was in it and he couldn't help but gasp when he saw the cross medal in it. "Rossi?" he called, knowing that Rossi would know what it would be.
"Where did you get that?" he asked, pulling the box from Derek's hands and looking at it. "What is it?" Derek asked, wanting to know what type of medal this was, seeing as she hadn't been in the army or anything.
"It's a George Cross," Rossi explained, by now Hotch and Reid were next to him as well, wanting to know what had gathered the attention of the other two members of the team.
"What is it for?" Hotch asked, surprised to see his new team member had a medal. He was aware that some blacked out areas in her file, but what could that have been for.
"It's a medal for Gallantry, it's awarded to those who performed acts of the greatest heroism or of the most conspicuous courage in circumstances of extreme danger," Rossi said, impressed that the young women had this medal at her age. Whatever she did to get this must have been incredibly brave. He was aware that the Queen of England didn't hand these out lightly.
"You've got a medal?" Reid's voice asked, turning around they noticed Kate looking at them with a small worried expression on her face.
"It was undeserved." She told them. "I never should have had it." She added, walking up to Rossi and snatching the box from him and walking off with it. They all realised that a story was somewhere along that.
Okay, so this is the next chapter. I hope you like. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue.