It was a long and quiet flight home. Nothing of the UnSub had turned up, and according to his recent pattern, he had probably moved on to another state and another victim.

Reid was restless at the fact that they were going back without success. It didn't feel right. His mind was racing from one thought to the next, trying to keep his mind off of his assumed failure.

Then he remembered Holly Wilkins.

He had spoken to Garcia, and she had mentioned that Wilkins was there. She was apparently helping Garcia until the team returned. Garcia said she was nice, and reminded her of him. He had rolled his eyes at that. The way she and Hotch made it sound, Wilkins was Reid's twin sister. I seriously doubt that, he thought.

He didn't want to brag on himself, but it was just unbelievable that she would be that much like him.

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There it was; that familiar blast of noise when he walked into the BAU. He hadn't been there but ten minutes before J.J. called.

Another rape, another murder, another state; same UnSub.

When they'd all gathered in the conference room J.J. began to explain.

"Ok. So, back to our ol' buddy S.D.," she said. Rossi sighed. "North Carolina," J.J. continued, in a robot-like, sick-and-tired-of-this kind of voice. "A girl was found in a hotel room – you guys know his trade – lady in the hotel lobby said nobody signed into that room, same as before. The victim's name -"

Just then the door opened. All eyes turned towards the girl that walked in; Holly Wilkins. Well, thought Reid. She's not what I expected - although he didn't know what he expected.

She was small. That wasn't really saying much as far as Reid went, because it was normal for him to be taller than most girls; even some men. But she was a little shorter than Prentiss, J.J., and Garcia. She was wearing a short, green-plaid tank dress, with a tan cardigan under it; there was a pair of black, horn-rimmed reading glasses in the pocket. Her knee high socks and Mary Jane flats made her look like a schoolgirl, and her long, curly, chocolaty-brown hair was pushed back with a scarf as a headband. All in all she looked as though she'd danced her way out of a 70s' movie. She is cute though, Reid admitted to himself.

She blinked nervously, her hazel-eyed gaze lingering on Reid.

"S-sorry I'm late," she said, clutching the book in her arms.

Hotch was the first to speak.

"Everyone, this is Dr. Holly Wilkins, the newest member of our team. Holly, these are Agents Emily Prentiss, Derik Morgan, David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau, and Dr. Spencer Reid."

Wilkins nodded and smiled at everyone, whispering a faint, "Nice to meet you."

She's sat down beside Reid laying her book, "Criminal Minds", on the table, and placing her tan 'messenger bag' on the floor. Reid just hoped it didn't get mixed up with his.

"As I was saying," continued J.J., "the victim's name is Marrissa Rankin."

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"You're not going to lunch?" Rossi asked, as everyone but Reid left the room. Wilkins glanced toward Reid and stopped in the doorway.

"No, I'm not hungry. I'm gonna work on his pattern…"

"Reid, you've been working at that for weeks. He's just a disgusting pervert with no method to his madness." Reid didn't answer. "Well, suit yourself." Rossi walked out, but Wilkins hesitated, and finally decided to stay behind as well.

"So," she said, wringing her hands and walking towards Reid who was busy scrutinizing his notes. "You, uh… You've been here a while?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Reid replied, absentmindedly.

"Well, I…" she wanted to say something, but she didn't know what. Gosh, he's cute, she thought. He seemed nice. Maybe misunderstood. Multiple times during the conference he had interrupted giving long descriptions of his theories. Everyone had stared at him, and she was surprised that no one told him to shut up. She knew how he felt. It happened to her every day.

Reid glanced up at the lost-puppy look on Wilkins' face, and realized he was being rude. He put down his notepad.

"You… You're pretty young for this job." Why had he said that? Wilkins looked taken aback, and replied in a defensive voice,

"Not much younger than you, Dr. Reid."

Reid cleared his throat and leaned his chin on his fist. "So, what made you want this job?"

"I just wanted a change."

"That's all?"
"Well, it's just… I was – misunderstood – back in Illinois."

He motioned for her to sit beside him. "How do you mean?"

She sat down. "It's hard to have friends when you'd rather discuss Nanoscale science than fashion."

Reid laughed, knowing exactly how she felt. Maybe Hotch and Garcia were right; maybe she was more like him than he liked to think.

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Yay! Now we've met her! Still no epic-ness. XD We're getting there, so just keep your "I love Spencer Reid" panties on. Heehee… I tried to point out that she's a little shorter than ordinary chicks, because let's face it: Tall guy + short girl = cuuuuuuuuuute! ^^

lol at Holly's book, right? XD

Anyway, much as it can get cumbersome (oooo, big word…) to have my female main characters have the same features (like brown hair, and hazel eyes), I have a compulsion. If I don't make their features look like mine they are inferior. That doesn't apply to real life, mind you, I mean I don't think blondes, or redheads are inferior, just characters I create. :(