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Currently Untitled (come on guys, help me out): A Criminal Minds Fic

Chapter Seven: Where Stories Begin

The rain striking the sidewalk and dancing over Esmee's shoes was a comforting sound. She'd always been a lover of rain and thunderstorms, but for some reason hated clouds and wind. But the wind today wasn't enough to keep Esmee indoors as she made her way to her classroom to teach a room full of college students once again on the art of writing.

It had been a two weeks since walking in the team talking in hushed tones. She would bet her entire fortune they were talking about her. And after hearing how incredible Penelope Garcia was with a computer, she doubted there was anything they couldn't find.

Which meant they were still either unsure about her and her past, or they were really good at smiling and playing nice. At least Spencer Reid was. She hadn't really talked with any of the other agents, save for Garcia who called occasionally with "a number I obtained legally" to talk about Aaron. His likes, dislikes, and so on. Apparently, Garcia had taken her new found knowledge and threw a surprise party for Hotch to celebrate him being a fabulous team leader.

Esmee really wished she could have seen it.

"Good afternoon Ms. Doe," called a stunning blonde girl as she passed by Esmee, who was masquerading as Jaye Doe today. Even though her face was on the occasional tabloid and the television, it was as if the world knew about all her different aliases and when to use them. On campus she was Jaye Doe. In New York she was Essie. Anywhere else in the world she was Esmee Richard. Having so many different identities was good for her, she imagined. She could compartmentalize and fall back into a comfortable place when something traumatic happened.

Like today for instance. The conversation with Hotch was still fresh in Esmee's mind, so she had fallen into the identity of Jaye Doe. Jaye was perfect, casual, calm, and a hit with anyone she met. She was charming and teasing and real. Essie was the more flamboyant and social one who could command the attention of a room full of millionaires and celebrities. Which is why she opened many a runway show for her friends. She had the presence and the style to pull it off.

And then there was Esmee who had her casual and fun moments as well as her high fashion and ice queen days. She was a combination of the two, or they were a split of her. Whatever the case may be, she was able to shed one skin for another when things were too hard for her to handle.

Which is why tough-skinned Essie took the reigns when the cellphone in her purse read, "Aaron" across the screen.

"What?" she barked into the phone, a typical Essie greeting to everyone and anyone.

"Hey Essie," Hotch replied calmly, knowing like the rest of the world who was who, "can I talk to Esmee?"

"She's busy," Essie shot back and Hotch sighed.

"Well, I have a case in Louisiana and I don't know how long I'll be-"

"She's a big girl Aaron," Essie spat, "she can take care of herself you know. Besides, she has Jaye and me, she'll be good."

"Jaye I'm alright with," Hotch admitted, "it's you I'm not thrilled about."

"Well she needs me," came the typical retort.

"Alright, then take care of her," he sighed.

"We will, and make sure to wear some sunscreen," came Jaye's reply as Essie was tossed into the backseat for a moment.

"Thanks Jaye," he said with a bit more comfort into the phone. If Jaye could keep the reigns until he came back, maybe there was some hope Essie wouldn't disrupt the fragile peace Esmee had created.

"Bye," Jaye crooned into the phone before closing it. She tucked it neatly away and continued walking towards her classroom where students were already waiting and ready.

"Good morning my lovelies," she called to the crowd, "are you ready to bare your soul before the entire known universe and have me grade it with my ultimate red pen of doom?" There were more than a few horrified stares and Jaye grinned.

"Kidding," she assured, "except the part about my pen. It is the ultimate red pen of doom." At this a loud chuckle ran like a wave through the crowd.

Making sure Essie was firmly tucked away and Esmee was comfortable, Jaye flipped open her messenger bag and pulled out a giant red pen.

"Let's get started. Harrison, you're first."

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an: so it's short I know, but I'm doing it just to get to the next step. Anyone want to take any guesses as to what's wrong with my "Mary-Sue"? I use the " " quotes because she may seem like a MS to you guys, but I know what she's like that. So yeah.

Anyways, last nights episode was good. There was a lack of Reid, but that's understandable. Next week looks good.

Could someone help me with a title? I'm drawing blanks.

Cheers.

Changer.