The day had gone by rather quickly after Briana Parker had formally introduced herself to the team. After that, Agent Hotchner took her to her office and further explained the duties of her job. And in her office she stayed for the rest of the day. With the morning she had, she really hadn't wanted to push fate. She knew she wouldn't be able to handle it.

If there was one thing Briana hated about herself, it was her unmatched ability to be extremely over-emotional. Any time she got disciplined, she had to hold back tears. Is that not sad? And even then, she couldn't keep them at bay for more than a few months.

This never really posed a problem in her childhood. She was never disciplined at home, hell, if anything she was the one doing the disciplining. And somehow- in between all of the responsibilities she dealt with in home life- she had managed to maintain around a 3.94 GPA throughout in school career, so she rarely ever had trouble in school. But there were those occasions, and eventually they would just build up until she couldn't push them down any further.

And to this day, her automatic response to being yelled at and disappointing people is to cry. This morning at the elevator she kept worrying about what everyone thought of her, like how she even thought she could make it anywhere in the FBI if she couldn't even get on a damned elevator. And then there was Agent Morgan. God, she hated that. Sure, he wasn't yelling at her directly, but it was essentially the same thing. She just hoped that no one saw her lips swell or her eyes start to water before she could gain control of her emotions.

Well, after that little show, Bri knew controlling her emotions in anymore 'high-stress' situations was nothing short of a pipe dream, so she did all she could to avoid any and all of them.

And now she was home. Ah, home. Such a wonderful place. No one there to bother her. No one there to yell at her. And no one there to judge her. Except her mirror. But who cares about that bitch? Oh, right, just about every living person on the face of the planet. With such stupid things so high on the general list of priorities, who the hell are we- as a race- to look for 'intelligent' life. We don't deserve anymore great discoveries until we stop being so self conscious.

"What?" She heard a voice ask. Oh yeah, she wasn't in her apartment. She was at the in-house laundromat, sitting on the dryer that was currently heating and tossing her dark clothes.

She turned around and saw Dr. Spencer Reid, one of her new co-workers, standing in the door, holding a full laundry-basket, giving her an odd look.
She looked back at him, confused.

"You were talking to yourself, something about intelligent live and self consciousness." He told her as he walked to an empty washer and started loading his clothes.

Oh, she thought, Oops.

"I know," She defended sarcastically, "I just can't believe you interrupted my conversation. Garcia was right, you are rude." She finished with an over-exaggerated scoff, hoping he caught on to the fact that she was just messing with him.

He didn't.

"I'm... sorry?" He asked nervously as he punched in his commands for the machine.

Deciding to throw the guy a bone, and quench the unbelievable thirst she hadn't noticed until just now, Briana pulled out a dollar from her sweatpants pocket, held out to him and said, "Go get me a Cola and we're good."

Much to her surprise, he actually took the dollar out of her hand, walked out of the room -probably to the soda machine down the hall- and back with a bottle of Coca-Cola.

She sat up instantly, smiled and took the soda with an enthusiastic 'Thank you!'.

"So I take you're the new tenant on the third floor?" Spencer asked her after she took a huge chug of the soda.

She smiled again. "So I'm the focus of building gossip, ooh, fun."

To this she was gifted with a chuckle from the young doctor currently leaning against a dryer next to the one she was sitting on.

"I heard one of the teenage girls telling her older brother how much she loved the 'new chick', and, considering that there was only one open apartment and I've never seen you here before, basic reasoning would lead me to believe that you were the 'insanely epic new chick.'" He finished with a smile.

By the time he had finished quoting the teenage girl, Bri was falling back onto the dryer in laughter. "I know her!"

"How'd you meet?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

"Well, uh," She tried to explain, her dying laughter slightly hindering her ability to do so, "The day I moved in, I was going up and down three flights of stairs- cuz you know, I hate elevators- for like, hours. And her parents snapped at me for it, and I just kinda, sorta might have told them off to hell and back."

"Nice." Was all Reid said in response as he shook his head, still chuckling. The sounds of his laughing was over powered be the obnoxiously loud beep of the dryer, apparently letting everyone in the tri-city area know that Briana Parker's laundry was done.

"I know right?" She replied, hoping off of the machine and re-filling her plastic laundry basket. "I'm great at first impressions."

With that, she knocked the dryer door closed with her hip, grabbed her soda bottle and walked out of the room and to stairwell, feeling eyes on her the entire time.

Why did she have to look so good at 10 o'clock at night? It wasn't fair. She shouldn't be able to have her eyeliner almost completely wiped off, her hair pulled back into a terribly messy bun with random strands falling out here and there, and be in baggy sweatpants and a worn out white, razor-back tank top and still look like a model.

And why did her laughter have to be infectious? And why did her fear of elevators or the way she seemed to unknowingly voice her random thoughts have to be so adorable? And why the hell was she all Spencer could think about as he walked down the fifth floor hallway to his apartment.

None of this was fair. He wasn't suppose to feel this way about the person replacing someone he cared so much about. He didn't want to be like Morgan and act like- as was so delicately stated this morning- 'a fourth grader', but he didn't want to have such affectionate feelings towards her. And why so soon?

Maybe this was just a silly crush. Like with JJ. That's all it is. A crush.

Definitely. Probably. Maybe. It's possible. Sort of...

A/N: Been cleaning all night and thought 'Hmmmm, why not update a story?'

So here you go. I don't know when I'll update Chess in Vegas, but it'll be soon enough.

And there's a picture of someone who looks very similar to how I imagine Bri on my profile. It's right before the bold face paragraph.