Okay, I don't own anything to do with the perfection that is CM or any of its affiliations. I do, however, have the pleasure of owning my OC, Charlotte. Hope you enjoy the story - and have a great day!

Charlotte POV

My eyes flickered open, and the beeping of alarm clock sounded off by the side of my head, and I ran a hand through my hair, catching on some of the knotted ends, and winced a little at the sensation in my scalp. I rolled onto my side, and glanced at the clock by the side of my bed, and saw that it was quarter to six in the morning, and I frowned.

It looked far too dark to be ten to six, but then again, this was Virginia. The sun rose later on in the morning, apparently. I slid out of my bed, and threw on the silky robe that was hanging over the ottoman under the window, covered with a matte black visor. I pulled on one of the strings, and the blinds rose, revealing the early morning sky.

From my bedroom, I was able to see over my back garden, as well as the rows of houses behind my own. It would be a nice day today, I could already see the flakes of colour bleeding into the blanketing sky. I smiled wryly to myself, before padding out onto my landing, and then into my bathroom, and flicked on the shower, immediately noticing how the steam rose through the room and fogged up the window above the sink.

I ran the hot tap and pushed my toothbrush under the faucet, and brushed my teeth with a new, acute energy. Afterwards, I undressed and threw my hair up in a bun, making sure all of the stray hairs were tucked in safely. I didn't want to have to waste time drying my hair this morning. I scrubbed at my skin thoroughly, and when I was sure that every part of my body was squeaky clean, being especially careful with the still sensitive cuts that littered my chest and back, and I switched off the showerhead. I stepped out of the shower, and wrapped my body up with a feather-light, fluffy towel and threw my gown over my bare shoulders.

I picked up my night clothes, and threw them in the basket in the corner of my room, and walked back out onto the landing. I had already planned out what I was wearing for today, and it was clean, freshly ironed and fairly warm as it was inside the only cupboard on the corridor, which had my boiler inside; this was where I left all of the clean, freshly pressed towels when I wasn't using them. I grabbed the outfit out of the storeroom, and stepped into my bedroom, smiling at the warmth that engulfed me. Thank God for the automatic boilers, that switched on at a certain time every day, no matter the weather.

Absentmindedly, I glanced at the clock, and it was only twenty past six in the morning, and I knew I had more than enough time to get to work. I had planned to call a cab at quarter past seven, as Ledger had told me that it would take about twenty minutes to get to work in a car - and if I was going to take into consideration the possibility for traffic, I would get to the BAU HQ for about quarter to eight in the morning.

Officially, I didn't have to be in until 8, but I usually got to work earlier than normal, anyway. If anything, if I were the only one there, I would pick up a coffee on the way there to waste time.

I hung the clothes on the knob on my wooden black closet, and I chuckled at the selection. It was a jet black, belted, tight skirt, with a short-sleeved, white button up shirt, cut and sown, so it all became something like a dress. It reached just before my knee, and I had a pair of shiny, black flats, and my pair of high-white Converse were in my tethered, low-hanging navy blue bag downstairs. After moisturising myself with coconut scented cream, I threw on some jet black, matching underwear and a pair of nude tights, and went about fixing up my bedroom. I spread my bed, and hung the robe back on the ottoman, where it had been beforehand.

I rolled on some deodorant and sprayed some floral-scented perfume on my wrists and my neck, and I looked over at the clock, and saw it had just turned half past six. I ran a comb through my hair, and waited until it was a silky mass of tresses became easy to control and morph. I tied it up, to the side, in a professional double-knot at the base of my skull, pinning it all up in the right places. I threw on the clothes, offhandedly, observing how striking my cleavage now looked in this shirt, and after smoothing out the skirt, I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, and flipped on the kettle.

I made myself a cup of coffee, and drank it silently, noticing idly how bright the day had gotten in the last hour or so. I walked over to the patio doors, and swung them halfway open, but stayed inside the house. The sun had peeked its head over the horizon, and the sky had taken an odd deep purple, sunburnt orange colour and I felt strangely energised at the sight. I finished my cup, and emptied the mug out in the sink, and washed up the piece of crockery in silence.

I went back upstairs and brushed my teeth once more, making sure that my teeth were smooth and my gums were fresh and minty, and I ran a wet cloth over my face, and went about doing my make-up, that had been hidden in the medicine cabinet above the sink, along with a bunch of pills that Doctor Schmitt had advised me to take for the next 3 months.

The liquid eyeliner on the tops of my lids was thick and curved upwards at the corners, making my grey eyes look feline. I spread some tinted moisturiser onto my face with the pads of my fingers, and used concealer to work away the puffy bags under my eyes. I ran some bronzer over my cheekbones and the apples of my cheeks, making my skin glow in the sunlight. I ran mascara over my eyelashes, thickly, and followed that by applying bright red lipstick, and smiled at my reflection.

I picked up one of each pill, and after making my way to my bedroom and collecting the bottle of water on the side of the table, I winced as I swallowed each time, I cringed at the bland taste and the uncomfortable sensation of having something so small and hard going down my throat. I disconnected my phone from its charging port and I saw that the time was twelve past seven in the morning. I was a little behind schedule, but I would be alright. I kicked on the shoes I was going to wear and tucked the phone in the skirt pocket, and made my way downstairs into the foyer, leading to the front door.

I called the taxi number that Cade had given me on Saturday, and asked for a taxi to the BAU headquarters. They knew where it was, thankfully, and I checked over the contents of the bag that was seated comfortably in the single sofa in my living room. There was my Converse, my credit card, my leather, black FBI flip-down wallet, containing my name, signature, title and badge. Along with all of this was the laminate card that would allow me into the actual building, and my house keys. I pulled out a bottle of water that was in the fridge, and placed it in the bag, as well as a Tupperware container full of the chicken and prawn stir fry noodles I had made last night for dinner.

The beeping of the cab from outside told me that my ride was here, and the nerves suddenly kicked in. I took in a deep breath and prayed that my heart would slow down, because otherwise, I would have to be carted off to the nearest hospital due to going into cardiac arrest. Shakily, I stood, and after tossing on my obsidian blazer with silky, lined cuffs, and fastened up the one button in the middle of my stomach. I plastered on a smile, and instead of worrying about my problems, I decided to tackle them, head on. I was going to march right into that building and I was going to kick ass and be amazing.

Oh, who was I kidding? This was going to end so very badly, and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it.

Well, she's movin' on up, ain't she? Hope you enjoyed it. Have a great day!