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Chapter Six.

I sat there, listening to the hustle and bustle of my team around me. On a normal person's scale what I did may have not been that bad but on Hotchner's scale? I groaned and slid my arms down on the desk, my face pressing against them.

"Hey Red, come on girl. Stop being dramatic – it's not that bad." Morgan spoke as he stood behind me, his hand on the top of my back. "Sit up, get some coffee and start again. You aren't going to accomplish anything sat here like that."

I hate the fact that he was right, I couldn't let this knock my stride – not that my stride was going overly well in the first place. I bent down, grabbing my bag and taking out a box of Twinning's English Tea – there's only so much coffee a girl could drink and after a nice long sleep last night I could move back onto the better tasting, softer stuff.

"You're right, annoyingly." I stood and grabbed my take away cup I brought in from home – smiling at him as I walked past. Unfortunately there was a certain team member in the office whose aim wasn't exactly great, let's just say when he threw the ball, it went in the complete opposite direct to where he aimed – causing me to get hit in the side of the head.

"Ow..." I stopped, looking over at Reid while rubbing my head. "Morgan was that way... how could you throw it this way..." I picked up the ball and threw it back to Reid, he didn't manage to catch it and that told me the rest of the story. "Guessing you were better at chess than sports in school..." I muttered, walking back over to the kitchen area to make my tea.

"How'd you guess?" Reid called after me as I added sugar to my cup.

"Let's just call it a strong observation." I turned and he nodded slowly, he knew she was right – his mother used to read him books and he'd much rather play a game of chess than throw a ball around a park. He was more suited to the academic side of things.

As I grabbed the little pot of milk, similar to the ones you get in hotels, Garcia moved in beside me.

"Morning sunshine." She said to me and I looked over at her and smiled, there was something about this women that just made it impossible to feel down around her. I wasn't entirely sure to what it was, maybe it was her choice of bold and bright clothing or just the way she held herself.

"Good morning." I paused, trying to... I don't know? Connect with her? "How are you?"

Garcia poured the fresh coffee into her cup as I finished making my tea. "I'm doing alright – thanks for asking." And with that she swooped off, her trail of happy fairy dust floating behind her.

"We got a case Red, let's go."

Morgan called me and I put the lid on my cup, following him into the room before taking the chair next to him and Prentiss.

"Morning everyone, this case is a little different to our previous one." JJ stood in front of everyone, remote controlling the screen behind her. "This Unsub has murdered up to four people, that the LAPD know about."

"Know about?" I asked, my eyebrows raising.

"Well they believe the Unsub has killed more but they have no more bodies or evidence to prove it."

I nodded, flicking open the case file to see images of victims found in pristine environments.

"The killer couldn't have killed these victims where they were found, the wounds on the body are across the major arteries, there would've been blood everywhere." Prentiss added and I looked closer and nodded in agreement.

"The fact which makes this even weirder is that no blood was left inside the bodies."

"None?" Rossi asked and JJ shook her head.

"The victim's bodies were completely drained and placed in their homes for the children to find."

"Children?" Hotchner asked, looking at JJ.

"Each of the victims are single parent's and have at least one to two children around the age of eight and sixteen."

I shook my head, "What on earth could possess a person to target these people? He's effectively orphaning these children? For what cause?"

"That's what we are going to find out. Wheels up in ten." Hotchner ordered, causing everyone in the room to fan out and get ready.

We sat on the plane again and Rossi sat in the seat across me this time, I could see he wanted to ask me a question. "What can I help you with Agent Rossi?" I lifted my gaze off the file and sat a little less closed off in the seat.

"So, what did you do before you joined the BAU? You moved from your life in London for this job so..."

"You're curious, I get it. It's not a secret." I closed the file and licked my lips. "I used to work within the American Embassy in London for the FBI. I worked on similar cases to these but they were never as bad or brutal. We didn't really have a specialist unit over there like this one, we had to just use what the evidence gave us and hope we caught the suspect."

Rossi sat there listening, his eyes on me as I spoke. I've heard many things about this Agent, he's especially effective in interrogation and hostage situations – so much so he trains new FBI candidates with his skills. "So, what changed?"

"Excuse me?"

"Something must have happened for you to pack up and leave everything you knew."

I pursed my lips, sitting back defensively in my seat. "I don't need you to profile me Agent Rossi." I replied bluntly. "My old boss put me up for the role, I didn't even know it was happening until I walked into a meeting room and was told I was interviewing for the job. I didn't get to prepare or even take in the fact that she threw me into the deep end like that."

"If that's the case you must have made one hell of an impression."

Okay, this guy is starting to bug me. "I guess I must have because I wouldn't be here if I hadn't. I just look at things differently, I try and stand in the Unsubs shoes and try and see what he sees, try and feel what they feel. Whatever it was that they thought would make me useful to the team, they never mentioned it to me. All they did was shake my hand, give me my transfer papers and told me to pack my bags."

I eyed the empty seat on the other-side of the jet and I stood, looking down at him. "I hope I've answered you're questions sufficiently Sir." I walked away, avoided eye contact as I slumped into the seat next to Prentiss.

"You know you won't be the newbie here forever." She said out of the blue, causing my eyes to briefly look over to her.

"It certainly feels like forever already." I muttered, bringing my knee up to my chest to adjust the shoe lace on my boot. "It's just such a different atmosphere in this team, I'm not used to it... I don't know how to try and fit myself in as you all seem to work perfectly well without someone else being thrown into the mix."

"I felt the exact same way when I joined but you have to give it time. Relationships aren't made in a day, just do what you're here to do and things will happen naturally. Don't force it." I looked at Prentiss, she was making yet another good point. As the saying goes, the pyramids were never built in a day so I can't expect this to work out immediately either. I placed my boot back of the floor and sat silently for the rest of the journey, my focus on the file in my hands. Strauss must've saw something in me so I need to work harder, show the them that I am here to help and that I can be a valued member of the team otherwise... I might just have well stayed in London.