A/N This chapter is something I'm not really used to. I'm trying writing in the first person. The entire chapter is in Emily's point of view, so I'm not gonna specify at each break. Anyways, please review! I mean, I won't cry or anything *sniffle* but pleeeaaasssseee?

When everybody else places their orders, they all look at me.
"Aren't you going to order?" Emily asks.
Say something. Anything. "I'm not really hungry."
They're all looking at me, judging me. They all think I'm sick. The waitress walks away, holding the little note pad with their orders on it.
"And to think, Emily, that used to be you." Everyone looks at me again. "When Emily was my age, she worked at a little diner and my mom and dad and her mom and everyone would all go in on Friday nights just to bug her."
"Okay, okay, but I did get like three times as many tips when I actually started following the dress code," she laughs.
Another blonde woman, one I haven't been introduced to, speaks up. "Emily Prentiss you are in big trouble. Didn't even tell me you used to work at Rosie's."
"How'd you know it was Rosie's?" Emily raises an eyebrow.
"Garcia, no phones at the table," Aaron smiles.
"I don't get it," Spencer looks at her.
"Don't get what Pretty Boy?" Derek asks, and laughs when I look at him funny.
Spender shakes his head, "The obsession with technology. I mean, why?"
"I asked my friend the same question and he said, and I quote, 'My babies are so much nicer to me than people are,' apparently his computers are his babies," I say around a drink of water. "I think you'd appreciate his system."
"Who is this fabulous tech friend?" she's really excited.
"You probably know him. Kevin, Kevin Lynch?"
She looks at me strangely, as does the rest of the team.
"How does a seventeen year old have so many connections in the FBI?" Rossi asks.
"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with success unexpected in common hours," I quote.
"Henry David Thoreau," Spencer elaborates.

"I'm gonna head home guys," JJ smiles as she gets up. "I've got boys at hone who need me."
"And I've got exams Monday, so I should get home too," I look at all of them.
Everyone starts to get up, but we all stop to look at Aaron as his phone rings. We only hear broken parts of the conversation. "Hotchner... Yes... Yes I understand... Thank you... We'll be there as soon as we can," he turns to the team. "We've got a case in Miami."
"Okay, well, I'll see you guys around," I try to leave, but David gives me a strange look.
"And where do you think you're going?" he asks.
"Home?"
He shakes his head and looks at me again. "You're coming with us."
"Look," I laugh nervously, "I get that your team is kind of like a family, you can see that just looking at you guys, and if you grew up in a house like mine, you'd know that even the most welcome of strangers are intruders."
"I think you're scared," Aaron says.
"I'm not scared of anything."
"I think you're afraid of the bodies. Of all the things that studying and watching horror movies can't prepare you for," David raises his eyebrows at me.
They're challenging me.
"I'm not afraid of anything at a crime scene."
"Then what are you afraid of?"
"You want to know what I'm afraid of? That's quite a list," I sigh. "But of you really want to know what scares me. If you really want to know the only thing that could possibly keep me out of the field right now. It's the victim's families."
"I'll talk to them," JJ offers.

An hour later, I'm on a plane. This will definitely be a mistake. These people don't even know me, why bring me on a case?
"Hey, little lady, c'mon," Derek says, wanting me to talk about the case with them.
"We've got four victims, all female between the ages of thirteen and sixteen living in the Miami area. They were all taken Wednesday afternoon, parents said they were supposed to be out with friends."
"So how do I get four teen-aged girls into my car?"
"Offer them something they're not supposed to have," I offer. "All you have to do to get a bunch of teen-aged girls into your car is invite them to a party."
"So that puts him around their age."
"What's the cause of death?" Aaron asks.
"Dehydration."
"They weren't there nearly long enough for that."
"Were any drugs found in their systems? Ecstasy specifically," I watch as everyone looks at me. "When combined with the hot crowded conditions usually found at raves, the stimulant effects of ecstasy can lead to severe dehydration and hyperthermia or dramatic increases in body temperature. This can lead to muscle breakdown and kidney, liver and cardiovascular failure."
"You sound like Reid," Emily laughs.
Spencer looks offended. Is it really that bad to be similar to me? He doesn't like me. I knew it. They all hate me already.
"Large traces of methylenedioxymethamphetamine were found in their systems. In other words, ecstasy."
"Nice work Carter," Aaron looks at me seriously. "Okay, when we land I want Reid and Carter to head over to the coroner's and JJ and Morgan talk to the families while Prentiss and I talk to the lead detective. We'll regroup at the police station later."