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Bella whipped around and was face to face with Andrew, who was sitting in the back row. His eyes were wide and his hand was still clasped onto her shoulder.

"Are you alright, Miss Morgan? I heard you scream." Asked an alarmed Michael from the front seat.

"Y-yes." She stammered. "I was just surprised."

He nodded but kept an eye on her using his mirror.

"Sorry I scared you." Andrew apologized, flushing pink.

"You didn't scare me, I just…wasn't expecting you there." Bella claimed. "But where the heck did you come from and why are you here?"

"I go to Summit, too. Remember? Michael drives me there, as well. I thought you knew that. And I was by my bag, under the seat. I guess you didn't see me. I had to grab something. Something for you, actually…" He explained.

"Something for me?" Bella asked, surprised.

"Yeah. Here, lemme show you." He said, excited. He quickly unbuckled his belt and leapt over the middle row of seats, landing next to Bella.

"Buckle up, Andrew or I will stop the car!" Scolded Michael from the front seat.

"Sorry, Mike." Andrew called before strapping in and turning to Bella. He held out a laminated sheet of paper to her.

She took it and studied it. It was a map of the school. Only Andrew had written in little side notes, like the best way to get to the cafeteria while avoiding "traffic" and which classroom had the coolest teachers.

"Wow. This is great." Bella said, meaning it.

"Thanks. I was alone on my first day and it was hell, so I figured you could use a little guide." He said shrugging.

The more Bella looked at the map, the more she loved it. She began to pick up on the tiny details he threw in, like where the coldest water fountain was and to which areas had the best phone service.

"Thank you so much." She said, looking up at him.

"Nah, it's no big deal." He answered, modestly.

"No, really." She insisted. "This is brilliant. It makes today much less terrifying."

"You? Terrified? I have to say, I'd never thought I hear you admit that." He teased.

She smiled lightly then looked at her lap.

"Hey." He said softly. "Don't worry about it. Now, I'm not going to lie, not everyone in school is nice, so just be careful with who you associate with. And a few tips… Don't listen to people when they tell you to go the 600s. The 600s are being redone and are off-limits. Sit near the back when possible in class, the front is always cold. Don't sit on the red rows on bleachers in the gym during assemblies. Seniors only, and they will torture you if you sit there. Ummm, I think that's all the basics… "

Bella smiled. "Okay, I'll keep those in mind." She said, feeling a bit more confident.

"We're here." Michael announced, walking around the car to let them out. Bella looked out the window, saw all the kids milling around, and all of the confidence she gained dissolved. She couldn't do it.

Michael clicked open the door and waited patiently for Bella to get out, but she didn't move.

"Bella?" Andrew called from the other side of her. He got no response. Sighing, he picked up her bag, hoisting it up onto his shoulder along with his own and grabbed her wrist. He squeezed in front of her and exited the car, dragging her along. He pulled her out of the car and onto the sidewalk, yelling "Thanks, Michael!" as he made his way across the manicured front lawn of the school. He gently led her all the way up to the building, but instead of walking up the steps that led to the entrance, he pulled her around the side of the building. He stopped by a small flight of side stairs. He let go of her and set down the bags.

"I'll tell you what, Bella." He started, taking the map from her hands and retrieving a Sharpie from his bag. He drew a little circle on the map and pointed to it. "We are right here. If you for any reason need to get away for a little bit, text me, and we can meet right here. I can't say we can stay for long, but I guarantee you won't get in trouble. Okay?" He promised.

"How won't we get in trouble?" She asked, her nerves still overwhelming her.

"Leave that to me. I know it's not much, but hey, it's the best I can do. And really, just say the word, and I'm there." Andrew stated, hoping it would help.

"I can't." Bella replied flatly,

"WHY?" He yelled, out of ideas to calm her down.

"Because I don't have your number!" She answered, laughing.

"Oh." He said, embarrassed. "Gimme your phone then!"

She smiled and handed him her phone.e g He handed her back the map. He sat down on the steps and clicked away. Bella watched him entering his number for a second before plopping down next to him. Morgan was right, knowing Andrew did really help.

They spent the next ten minutes talking and playing tic-tac-toe on the steps with the Sharpie. Suddenly, the bell rang. Bella paled, and Andrew pulled her up into a hug.

"Don't worry." He whispered into her ear.

"I won't." Bella said quietly, trying to believe it.

Andrew pulled away and began to walk off to his first class when Bella caught his hand. He turned to face her.

"Thank you. You're amazing. For a dork." She admitted, squeezing his hand.

He smiled, really pleased at how good of a morning he had.

-:-

"DEREK!" Penelope shouted, snapping Derek out of his reverie.

He looked up at her. "What?"

"Oh, I've just been recapping my terrible morning for you for the past ten minutes, and you aren't even listening! You know I love you, Hot Stuff, but don't bother asking if you aren't going to listen!" She complained.

Derek sighed. "I'm sorry, Pen. It's just I'm-"

"Worried about Baby Morgan on her first day of school?" She finished for him, knowingly. "I figured. I'm just giving you a hard time."

Derek half-smiled. "Yes. Exactly that."

"Well, let me tell you, if anyone can charm a whole school in six hours, I'd be our Bella. That girl has something about her that just draws people to her like flies to honey. I wouldn't worry." Penelope pointed out.

"I know. I'm just being paranoid. She had a hard time a her old school and I just hope it's not the same here." He explained, worry still occupying his mind. "Thanks though, baby girl. You really are a goddess."

"I know." She replied happily. All of a sudden, her terrible morning didn't feel so terrible.

Just as she turned to leave, Derek said "Hey. Why don't you come over for dinner tonight? If Bella had a bad day, that'll cheer her up and if she had a good one, I'm sure she'd love to tell you all about it."

Penelope felt a grin spread across her face. This morning was just getting better and better. "Yes. I'd love to."

Morgan smirked, forgetting all his Bella-stress for a second. "Good."

-:-

Ugh! Again? Bella thought to herself as the 5th teacher that day had asked her to get up and introduce herself to the class. Today had been pretty normal and uneventful. She talked to a few kids and made it though without dying, but she absolutely hated how her teachers made her stand up and introduce herself. Not only was it embarrassing, but she also had a lot of the same kids in her classes, and it was last period, so the majority already knew her name.

"Isabella?" Asked her teacher, Mr. Squires. "Did you not hear me?"

Bella sighed and stood up. "Yes, I heard you. Hey everyone. My name is Bella." She said, giving the class a little wave, then sitting back down quickly.

"Isabella! That is hardly an introduction. Here at Summit, we expect everyone to try their hardest and give their best and it would be a pity to think that I was having issues with you about trying 100% after just 5 minutes in my class. Try again." Mr. Squires lectured.

CALL ME BELLA! Bella screamed in her head before standing up. She put the biggest, most sweet smile she had and said "Hello everybody. My name is Isabella Morgan. Call me Bella." She looked at Mr. Squires for some sort of signal that she could sit down.

He just looked at her and asked, "Where did your family move here from?"

Why won't he just let me sit down?

"Um, my family didn't move with me. I moved Chicago and I live with my uncle."

Mr. Squires just nodded.

"Is that all, sir?" She asked, irritated.

"Yes, that's all. You may sit now, Isabella." He responded.

She clenched her fists underneath her desk, trying her best not to rip off Mr. Squire's head.

Then, it came to her. Andrew.

She quickly reached into her bag and retrieved her phone. She held it under her desk and scrolled through her contacts, while keeping her head up. Oddly enough, Andrew's name wasn't under the A's. She kept scrolling down. She knew he put it in there…Not in the B's...not in the C's. Under D's however, she found the contact "Dork". She smiled. He would do that.

Still keeping her eyes on the board, she shot him a speedy text. Hey. I hate this class. Save me?

Almost immediately, she got a response. Room number?

She glanced at her schedule. She texted back. 508.

Again, within a minute, her phone buzzed. Be there soon.

Sighing and praying he was right, she silently slipped her phone back into her bag. She glanced around to see if anyone noticed. A cute brunette boy to her right smirked at her. She shrugged. She winked and she knew he wouldn't tell. Then, she saw him write rip out a page from his spiral and write frantically on it. She decided she should probably focus on the lesson now. Just as she began to take some notes, Andrew walked in. Mr. Squires had a fit of euphoria.

"Andrew!" He bellowed, grinning ear to ear. "What brings you in here?"

Andrew smiled modestly as the class stared up at him, every child silently hoping that in some way, Andrew's visit would put the learning on hold.

"Oh, I was just wondering if I could borrow Bella for the rest of class." He said, in a Splenda (too sweet to be real) voice. "However, if you don't want her to miss the lesson, that's alright. I'll come later."

"No, no. That's quite alright. Bella, you may go." Mr. Squires announced cheerily. Bella grabbed her bag and started to make her way out when she heard a voice behind her.

"Hey, you forgot your notebook." Said a boy's voice. She turned to see the cute brunette holding out her yellow spiral.

She took it from him and smiled. "Thanks!"

"My pleasure." He responded.

"Come on, Bells!" Andrew said, impatiently.

"Okay!" She said, following him out in a hurry.

As soon as they were in the hallway, Bella high-fived Andrew.

"I totally owe you." She said happily.

"That you do." He responded smugly.

Since there was only 20 minutes of school left the two raided the vending machines and sat outside on the side steps eating and conversing. At first, things were normal and fun. Bella found out that Andrew fixed Mr. Squire's computer on multiple occasions, making Andrew a favorite of his, even though he wasn't in his class. Andrew found out how every teacher had forced Bella to get up and introduce herself. They talked about random things like favorite movies and food, having a good time. Soon, however, curiosity got the best of Bella and she asked Andrew about the cute brunette boy.

"Hey, that boy who handed me back my notebook…Do you know him?" She asked him, trying to be subtle.

"Oh, him. Yeah, I know him." Andrew mumbled.

"What's his name?" She questioned.

"Why do you care?" Andrew retorted.

"Why does it matter why I care?" She answered, confused as to why he wouldn't just tell her.

"Why do you need to know?" Andrew asked, furrowing his brow.

"Can you just tell me?" Bella said, exasperated. "And don't answer with a question!"

"I just don't like him, okay?" Andrew said a little angrily. "His name's Justin."

Bella nodded. "He's cute. Why don't you like him?"

"What? Justin is the furthest thing from cute…I mean, um…" He trailed off, at a loss of words. "You remember how I said 'Not all kids at school are nice'? He's one of the kids who aren't nice."

"Oh." Bella said, a little disappointed. "How isn't he nice?"

Andrew crumpled up a candy bar wrapped in his hand. "He just isn't. Trust me."

"Hmm, well, he seems nice to me." Bella stated quietly.

"Just because he's cute doesn't mean he's nice." Andrew said forcefully, throwing the wrapper on the ground.

"I never said that. I just said he seems nice. And since you don't wanna tell me, why he isn't, then I guess I'll just trust my instinct." Bella responded.

"Well, I don't want to talk about it, but I'm telling you, he's not." Andrew deadpanned.

"How do you know? Have you even talked to him?" Bella snapped, defensively.

"Have you? You're just sticking up for him because you think he's cute!" Andrew shot back, a bit loudly.

"Yes, I have talked to him. Once. And I'm not sticking up for him. From experience, I've gathered that he's nice. That's all I'm saying." She exclaimed.

"Ha. Experience. You don't know anything." Andrew scoffed under his breath, obviously peeved off.

"Excuse me?" Bella asked, standing up. "I heard that. I'm not an idiot."

"Well, if you think talking to a guy once means you know him, then I'm not so sure that's true." Andrew quipped, staring into his eyes. Bella stared right back; not believing she thought her and Andrew would ever get along.

The bell rang. "Let's go." Mumbled Andrew.

They collected their stuff and made their way to the curb where Michael and all the other cars were waiting. The got in and strapped up silently. It was a short drive to the BAU, but the stubborn kids spent them soundlessly clicking away on their phones, doing nothing productive. When they arrived, Michael let them out and they hurried up to the entrance, passes at the ready. They were let in easily and both headed off to go find some poor victims to complain to. Bella saw Andrew make his way toward Reid, who was with Morgan, Rossi and Hotch on break so, she stormed off to Garcia's office.

She walked down the hall to the Techie's office, pausing to knock. As soon as she got the OK to come in, she ripped open the door and dropped her bag in the corner. Inside, was JJ, Emily, and Penelope, all holding coffee cups and looking a bit surprised.

'Hey girly. How was your first day?" Penelope asked Bella, hoping for the best.

"Hey. How was school?" Reid asked Andrew in the bullpen where he was on break with the guys.

"Terrible." Both teens answered to their respective askers.

"I got into a fight with Andrew…" Bella admitted to the girls.

"Bella and I…sort of….quarreled." Andrew told all the men.

Both of the kids got questioning looks from their crowds so, they took a breath and recapped the fight for the groups.

-:-

"Who is this guy that Bella said was cute?" Derek asked, after hearing Andrew's story.

"His names Justin, but I…" Andrew started.

"Wait, Andrew is this the Justin that…?" Reid questioned, but Andrew cut him off.

"Yes, but I want to know what you guys think as far as right and wrong. Was I wrong?" Andrew asked.

Rossi walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "If there's one thing I've learned about women, it's that you should always apologize first. Even if you're wrong. It makes everything easier." He stated before, finishing off his coffee and leaving the room, possibly to get more.

Andrew just looked at Hotch and Reid pleadingly, as Rossi wasn't much help and Morgan was still trying to figure out how Isabella could possibly think some guy is cute.

"Reid? Hotch?" He said. "Any advice?"

"I'm not particularly good with, um, females, but Rossi has a point. Apologizing first would probably make her happy."

"And then she'd probably apologize as well." Hotch added.

"How old is this guy, Andrew?" Morgan asked, still stuck on the fact that Bella liked some guy.

Andrew sighed. I guess I'm going to apologize… He thought before walking off to Garcia's office, where he saw Bella go.

-:-

"So, he said you knew nothing?" Emily asked Bella, after she had explained the fight. "That doesn't sound like Andrew…"

"Yeah. That's what I thought too. I must've really made him angry." Bella said, feeling like this was her fault. "Maybe I should apologize…I was being a little bit defensive for no reason…"

"But he still shouldn't have said that! A guy should never tell a girl she knows nothing. " Penelope explained.

"Yeah, but still, I kinda egged him on…" Bella tried to explain.

"No buts! It's his fault." Penelope said.

JJ cut in. "I think it's a bit of both of their faults…I mean, from what I've heard. Maybe you should apologize."

"He'd probably apologize, too." Emily added.

"That's what I was thinking! I was kind of a jerk. And he's been so sweet today. Look at what he made me!" Bella exclaimed, reaching into her bag and looking for her map. She pulled out the yellow spiral, so she could search easier and out fell a tiny folded piece of paper.

"What's that?" Prentiss asked, pointing at the paper.

"I don't know. Lemme see…" Bella said, unfolding it. It was a note from Justin.

It read: Hey Bella. your new right? And dereks your uncle? Yea, I know him. Kinda. He sometimes helps the bball coach with bball tryouts…im on the team. Anyways, you seem cool. Here's my number 503-124-4000. Your cute we should hang sometime. Though why are you leaving with the nerd? do you know him? Just wondering…..

Oh I saw you texting, I wont tell. Itll be our secret.

-justin

"Hey, look!" She said as she finished reading. She knew Andrew thought he was mean, but she was still excited. The cute guy thought SHE was cute! She handed the note to JJ and Emily as Penelope was opening the door for someone. "It's from Justin!"

"The cute guy?" JJ asked.

"Yeah!" Bella confirmed. She heard someone clear their throat behind her. She turned to see Andrew at the door with an unreadable expression.

"Oh, hi." Bella said. It was obvious he had heard her still talking about cute guy.

"I came to say sorry…so, sorry." He mumbled quickly, sounding the furthest thing from apologetic. He then turned and darted down the hall.

"Andrew!" Bella called. But he was already gone.

Sighing, Bella turned and plopped down onto Emily's lap. "This sucks."

"Oh, honey. I'm sorry." Emily said, playing with the ends of Bella's hair.

"You know what really sucks? This kids grammar!" Penelope said, waving the note from Justin in the air.

Bella laughed lightly. "You know what sucks even more?" She asked.

"What?" Penelope replied.

"Little geniuses that are sweet and adorable one second, but SO CONFUSING at the same time." Bella whispered.

"Amen." JJ agreed, placing a hand on Bella's shoulder.

"Why couldn't he just tell me why he hates him?" Bella wondered aloud. "But then again, why did I have to go and open my big mouth right as he was going to apologize. I officially have the worst timing ever. But really, why do I even care? It's not like I…like him or anything."

"Because he's your closest friend, maybe." JJ said.

"And because he made your first day the best he could." Penelope added.

"Because he was there when you just needed to get away." Emily threw in.

Bella sighed. It was true. "I screwed up big-time, huh?"

"Just a little." JJ admitted.

"I need to fix this." Bella decided, standing up.

"And great timing because, we need to get back to work ladies." Penelope announced, turning back to her computer. "Oh, and Baby Bells, I'm coming over for dinner tonight. Derek invited me."

"Sweet! At least I have something to look forward to, now." Bella said, relived.

Bella had her suspicions about in-BAU-love-interests and Penelope and her uncle were the biggest. She was glad to see that they were making progress. Then, she got an idea. It would hopefully help another BAU-potential-couple and give her the perfect opportunity to apologize to Andrew.

"Hey, Jayje. What are you doing tonight?" Bella asked, out of the blue.

"Nothing big, I might stop at…" JJ began, but Bella interrupted.

"Perfect!" Bella grabbed her bag off the floor and raced from the room, leaving three very confused SSA Agents in her wake.

She raced through the bullpen, looking for her Spencer. As soon as she saw her target, she "casually" went over to him and leaned on his desk.

"Hey Bella." He said, looking up from his paperwork.

"Hey Spence. How 'bout you ask JJ over to your place for dinner tonight?" She asked, surprising the poor genius.

"Um, I…I don't think she's…um…" He began.

"Yes, she's free and I'm sure she'd love to. In fact, I'll make it easy for you. I'll even have Andrew stay at our house for dinner. Penelope is coming over for dinner so he can come, too." She proposed, hopeful. When she saw the look of confusion on his face, she decided it would be easier to just explain.

"Listen, I really screwed things over with Andrew and since he's like my closest friend, I'd really like to fix things. Tonight would be the perfect opportunity because Derek and Penelope will most likely be busy and so I'll have time to make it up to him. But, he's really upset right now and he probably wouldn't come over willingly. That's where you come in. If you ask out JJ, you have the perfect reasoning for needing him out of the house, so when Derek and I graciously offer, you can't decline. Plus, I know you really want to ask out JJ and I'm pretty sure she wants you to, as well."

"Who's asking out JJ?" Questioned Derek, walking up to Reid's desk.

"This amazing, wonderful guy right here?" Bella asked Spencer, give him the most puppy dog-ish face she had.

Spencer gave in. "Fine." He agreed, causing Bella to throw her arms around him. "She's devious. You know that, right?" He asked Morgan.

"Oh, I know." Morgan replied, chucking.

Bella pulled away from the hug and turned to her uncle. "Now, you. You invited Penelope over, correct?" Morgan nodded. "Well, we need to train you up fast, so we won't have you burning up the kitchen again."

Morgan winced and Spencer let out a laugh. "He lit the kitchen on fire? How?"

"Okay, it barely caught." Morgan defended. "And shouldn't you be over there asking out JJ, lover boy?"

Spencer just stared. "He's right!" Bella exclaimed. "Get going."

Spencer opened his mouth to protest, but Bella just grabbed his shoulders and said, "Good luck!"

Derek turned to Bella as Spencer walked away. "What's all this about?"

"Can Andrew come over tonight? I need to find some way to apologize." She pleaded.

"Of course, kiddo. Get your stuff. We need to head home. Looks like we've got a busy night." Morgan said, reaching over and grabbing his bags.

"Yeah." Bella murmured, looking around the BAU. Andrew sat in the empty conference room, doing homework. Spencer stood by the door to JJ's office, talking to JJ while fiddling his thumbs. Garcia was carrying her bags and about to leave. "It's going to be a busy night, indeed."

I kind of hate how I wrote this chapter. It was the product of one of my late-night-writing-session. Eh, whatever. Virtual cookies for the lovely people who review!