AN: Hey! So in this chapter Jenna will meet the team. I know it's a bit early, but I have some plans for Jenna and the members of the team. Also, thank you for the reviews! To answer your questions, yes, she will find a boy, but not for a little while. I have HUGE ideas for the future. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 8

I followed Spencer into the main lobby of the BAU. We approached a less-than-thrilled man behind a partition, who seemed to know Spencer, but didn't seem thrilled to see him at 7:30pm on a Monday night.

"Hey Charlie, I have to run upstairs to grabbed some work. My sister is staying with me so I brought her to meet the team, can she have a visitors pass by any chance?"

Wait. Meet the team? I have to interact with his colleagues? I barely know Spencer at all and now I'm getting to know the people he works with? I did not sign up for this. Well- technically I did, but under false pretenses.

"Yeah yeah, she doesn't look like she has any weapons. Go on up" Grumbled the middle aged receptionist. I trailed next to Spencer, leading into an elevator. I take it the staircase was for emergencies only, or else we wouldn't be in the large metal box. He seemed to get rather antsy while we ascended up the building. He gave a slight jump when the elevator dinged and came to a stop at the seventh floor. The doors opened to reveal a hallway leading two big glass doors with the FBI emblem etched into them. I marched behind Spencer, looking at my feet cross in front of each other. On the other side of the glass doors was a large room with dozens of desks cramped together. They weren't exactly cubicles, but they weren't roomy either. There was a short flight of stairs that led to another level, consisting of various offices. Spencer referred to the room as 'the bull pen', of which was not as busy as I assumed.

Spencer turned to me and was about to say something, when we were approached by a rather striking dark skinned man.

"Hey pretty boy! Come to pick up your extra files?" His teeth were pearly white, it sounds cliché but it's true. They were captivating to say the least. I take it that he didn't see me at first, because when he looked at me he got this puzzled look on him face. "Reid, what are you doing with a teenage girl dressed like she came from a dance class on a Monday night?" He pointed his finger at me and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Oh- um, Derek, this is my uh, sister, J-Jenna. She'll be staying with me from now on" Spencer stuttered, but didn't slow down his word pace.

I looked up and gave the man a smile. He was about 6 feet tall, and in immaculate shape. His deep brown eyes were quite intimidating, but had a kind tone to them. He was young- mid 30's at least, yet already balding. It wasn't a bad look; after all he was rather attractive.

He looked back and forth from me to Spencer, mystified at his findings. Something told me Spencer hadn't informed his team about my current 'situation'.

Just as Derek was about to open his mouth, a stern voice interrupted

"Reid!" We both whipped our heads around, looking up to a different man starring down at us from the second level of offices. He looked as if he was in his late 40's, and hadn't cracked a smile in years. He had a very serious look on his face, a look that seemed permanent.

Spencer nodded his head and began to walk up the stairs, but not before whispering something in Derek's ear. I panicked a little bit as Spencer stepped further and further away, even though we still hadn't exactly gotten to know each other he was my only sense of human comfort.

"Rossi, Prentiss, JJ, conference room, now" The older man called. He shot Derek a look, and the two exchanged expressions. Three agents I was unfamiliar with (yet again I was unfamiliar with everyone here) stood up and headed up the stairs and into what I assume was the conference room.

"Hey mini Reid, I'm Derek." The dark man said with a bright smile and his right hand out. I could instantly tell he was a ladies' man, something about the smile and the charm. Mini Reid? I guess that was a nickname I had to get use to. At least he was trying.

"Jenna, although Spencer already cleared that up" I said, shaking his hand.

"Here come with me" He put his hand my shoulder and guided me to a door that had the sign "Break Room" on it. I sat down on the nearest couch as Derek poured a cup of coffee, adding nothing but a single packet of Splenda.

He leaned against the counter and took a sip of the hot liquid. "So, mini Reid, you must be pretty damn smart if you're related to Spencer" he grinned, but I knew he was serious. I was smart, but not nearly as smart as Spencer.

"I'm roughly an A student. I take all honors and AP classes, as well as chorus and studio art. It's a lot of work, but it's nothing I can't breeze through" The moment those words left my mouth I realized how conceded I sounded. It was true, I was intelligent, just not that intelligent.

"Well well, looks like you really are a mini Reid! With the exception of the fine arts part. That boy can't carry a tune or draw a stick figure if his life depended on it" Derek giggled. He was doing a good job at making me feel comfortable, I had known him for five minutes and I felt more relaxed with him than with Spencer.

"I'm definitely not anywhere close to a genius, but I'll take your words on the whole fine arts aspect" I was at ease for the first time in months. It was strange, really, that a total stranger could make me feel more welcome than my own brother.

"Kid, I can tell you're going to get along with the rest of the team just fine" He never stopped smiling, part of the charm I guess.

"So what's it like living with Boy Genius?" I began to pick up on the various nicknames assigned to Spencer.

"Uneventful and awkward to be honest. I'm not sure he knows what do to with me. He got me back into dance, as you could probably already tell given my appearance, but we don't interact much. I stay in my room, he goes to work, then sits on the couch and does more work or reads. We haven't gotten to know each other very much" I felt guilty being so blunt about it. Derek looked at me with an understanding expression, making the guilt a little less apparent.

"That boy is absolutely clueless. He graduated high school at age twelve, and went right off to college. He didn't get the chance to be a teenager. Give him time, he'll come around. And if he doesn't do it soon, let me know and I'll beat some sense into him" He smiled and shot me a wink. I laughed, but was interrupted by the older man who called Spencer and the other agents into the conference room.

"Hey Hotch, I was just talking to mini Reid over here about school." Derek flashed me a smile.

"That's fine. I'd like the both of you to come into the conference room" The man, apparently names 'Hotch' then turned to me, his face a bit more relaxed than I had seen before.

"Hi Jenna, I'm Aaron Hotchner, but you can call me Hotch. Nice to meet you" He stuck out his hand, insinuating a shake.

"Hi, nice to meet you too" His hand shake was stern, and his grip tight. He broke off the interaction and spun around and out the door. Derek tilted his head towards Hotch's moving figure. "Come on mini Reid, time to meet your new family"

Wait, family? Were they all really that close knit? Did that mean that we had to be that close?

Derek put his arm around my shoulders, earning a large flinch. I despise when people touch me, yet I yearn for the affection. I often contradict myself, if you haven't already noticed.

We continued walking around the second level of the BAU, until the conference room came into view. I cleared my mind, if I didn't I wouldn't be able to speak. Breath. Just breath.

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of the three agents Hotch had called ten minutes prior, including Spencer and a woman I hadn't seen yet. Everyone was sitting around a round table, all eyes on me. It was then that I remembered I was still in my ballet attire, and mentally face palmed. I looked absolutely ridiculous.

"Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Spencer's younger sister, Jenna. She'll be staying with Spencer from now on and I'd like you to make her feel welcome." Hotch said sternly. They all looked at each other and back at me like I had four heads.

"Wait, Reid, you have a sister? I thought you were an only child" A dark haired woman spoke up. Her eyes were a deep, deep brown, with a concerned look. Her skin was just about as pale as mine, but her features were all together more attractive than mine. Typical.

"I thought I was too" Spencer whispered with his head down. He definitely did not intend on me hearing that, but it made me feel like even more of a burden than I did before. I was already so out of place, mentally and physically, and that comment didn't help my current situation.

"Where did she come from?"

"How old is she?"

"Why didn't you tell us about this Reid?"

Those questions shot across the room at warp speed. I was darting my head from side to side so fast I couldn't tell who was asking what, only that they were just as confused as I was. I could feel my face rising in temperature and tears welling up my eyes out of pure embarrassment. I wasn't sure why I felt that way, I didn't really have a reason, I just did. The tears retreated after Hotch spoke up:

"Excuse me? I asked you to make Jenna feel welcome, not like a science experiment. I don't know where your manors went, but I'm disappointed in all of you." Hotch shot every agent a harsh glare. "Now, save your questions for later and I'll leave you all to get acquainted. Spencer?" Hotch motioned for Spencer to follow him out of the conference room, leaving me with Derek, and four unknown agents. After Hotch left, we remained silent for a long enough period of time to make everyone uncomfortable. Derek sensed the soaring level of awkwardness and guided me forward a few steps. "Alright everyone, as Hotch said, this is Jenna, or Mini Reid in my book" He followed up with a wink. "You heard the man, introduce yourselves!" Derek said in a mocking tone, receiving giggles from the agents.

"Out of my way, out of my way!" A heavy set blonde woman came rushing around the table in my direction. She was wearing a hot pink dress with yellow tights, a blue cardigan, and purple shoes. It was an interesting outfit, but somehow she pulled it off. I could tell she was wearing purple eye makeup behind her plain black glasses, but I couldn't tell the initial color of her eyes. Maybe brown, blue, even green, but I wasn't positive.

"Hello Jenna, I'm Penelope, all knowing goddess of technology and optimism, or Garcia for short. You my munchkin are the spitting image of your brother with twice the beauty he has to offer." The pep in her voice was something I definitely not something I was use to, but it was an easy adjustment. I smiled at the fact she called me beautiful, well sort of. "Ugh, what am I doing?!" Before I could process what she had said, I was encased in a giant hug. I was caught off guard, but it was nice to be presented that sense of warmth.

"Baby girl, let's try not to crush Mini Reid, at her size your hugs might smother her" Derek spoke jokingly.

"Derek Morgan shut that gorgeous mouth of yours and let me have my time with my Munchkin" Munchkin. That's nickname number two.

Garcia released me and hit Derek upside the head, resulting in laughter yet again.

"Hey hey hey I get it!" Derek threw up his hands in defeat. I was then approached by another stunning blonde woman, except she was lean and her eyes were the shade of blue as mine. She was wearing dark grey slacks along with a light blue button down. She put her hand out and I returned the favor and shook it. "Hi, I'm Jennifer, but everyone calls me JJ. I'm the media liason. It's great to meet you"I picked up that there was a constant factor with the women on the team: they were gorgeous, friendly, and had immaculate teeth.

"It's nice to meet you too" I choked out. My throat was exceptionally dry due to lack of water after dance.

The dark haired woman I had yet to meet creeped up behind JJ and shifted her out of the way. "HI, I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself sooner, I'm Emily" All of this redundant hand-shaking was getting tiresome. All of these women were so strikingly beautiful my self-esteem went down tenfold. "Hi, it's nice to meet you" The muscles around my mouth were beginning to hurt from all of this smiling. "So what brings you to the BAU at this time of night?" JJ asked. "Well Spencer picked me up from my pointe class and had to swing by and grab some files, and now I'm here" I tried to sound as socially experienced as possible in my tone of voice. Before JJ could respond, an older gentleman joined the conversation.

"Jenna, of Arabic origin meaning 'heaven'" I had to squint to get a good look at him because I didn't have my glasses. Wait, Davis Rossi, as in THE David Rossi? The David Rossi who wrote the most favorable books on criminal analysis I had ever read?

My face lit up, something it hadn't done in a while. David Rossi was the entire reason I became so fascinated by the human psyche. His books were my savior. I was in so much awe of his presence I forgot how to speak. He grinned and held out his hand for a shake, again.

"David Rossi"

"Yes, I-I know, I read all of your books at least twice. I've read dozens of pieces on the criminal psychology, but none of them compared to yours." I was praying he didn't find me creepy and overbearing.

"Well, thank you very much. Looks like we've got a future profiler on our hands" He spoke in a joking, yet serious manor. Hm, a profiler. The more I thought of it, the more I grew fond of the idea. As I was about to respond, I was interrupted by Spencer and Hotch entering the room.

"I don't mean to put an end to this conversation, but it's time to go Jenna." The words spoken didn't sound like Spencer's usual awkward yet content voice, they sounded angry.

"Oh, um okay. It was really nice meeting everyone"

"Goodbye my munchkin!"

"Good luck surviving with Spencer!"

"Buonanotte!"

"Make good choices!"

"It was nice meeting you!"

With the words of the several agents ringing in my ears, I followed Spencer out of the BAU and into the car.