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!

3rd Person

The entire team, minus SSA Hotchner, were in the drawing room, seated around the circular table, ready to undergo their usual early morning briefings on their new case. Apparently it was an important one. Garcia was the final member to take a seat, and when she was firmly tucked in, she meddled with her brightly coloured spectacles, and said, rather haughtily, "This was a journey made far too early in the morning for me to be cheery. Do not expect anything less than a grumpy Garcia."

Morgan rolled his eyes, and rubbed a comforting hand along her forearm, and stated, "Come on, baby girl, you know whatever the time, you still look fierce."

Garcia smiled, beside herself, and blew him a kiss, good-naturedly. Reid, JJ and Rossi were all left to jokingly grimace at the gesture, and they all stared at the door, waiting for their leader, and head honcho, Aaron Hotchner, to walk through the doors, and they weren't disappointed as not a moment later, he burst through the doors, already raring to go.

"Okay, ladies and gentlemen, I know it's early, but we have a case. JJ, you want to explain?"

JJ nodded dutifully, and went about going through the details of their recruitment.

"It's going to be a cold one, guys, as we've been called to Cordova, in Alaska," and at the rest of the team's groans of displeasure, she continued, "I know, wrap up warm. Anyway, there have been a total of five victims, all women."

She pressed her thumb down on the electronic clicker in her palm, and grotesque pictures of each victim splashed across the screen, and a gasp of surprise sounded out through the room, and it took everything inside of Garcia to not vomit in the nearest trashcan.

"As you can see, our unsub favours the violence of an overkill, rather than having any kind of pattern. The victims, Jemima Holloway, Sandra Baxley, Neeve Franks, Louisa Dennis and Rachel Smith were all natives of Cordova, two of them leaving young children behind. All of the victims were murdered in their own homes, between the 1 and 4 in the afternoon, and choked then hung inside of their bedrooms."

Garcia sent out a silent prayer for each of these women, and hoped that they would find this unsub sooner rather than later.

JJ continued, after pressing the clicker once more, "Whilst we are there, we have been designated rooms, and, like our last stay in Alaska, we have to double up, and because Prentiss has left, we have equal numbers."

Hotch cut in then, and added, "No.. We don't. As of this morning, we have a new member of our team."

Cries of outrage sounded out through the room, and Morgan was the first to jump up and say, "Hotch, they cant do that! Prentiss has been gone for, what? A week? And they already have someone gunning for her job? No, this is bullshit!"

Hotch let him rant on, knowing that he needed to get this out of his system, but worried slightly for the new member of their squadron was standing right outside the door, and could hear every word being spoken.

Rossi, even being the voice of sanity and reason, spoke up then and supplemented, "I know you're upset about this, but at least give them a chance."

Morgan waited for a few moments before sitting down, heavily, and glared at the door, ready to chew whomever stepped into the threshold. Reid stayed silent throughout the entire exchange, and chose to rather stare absentmindedly out of the far window, wondering how Emily was doing, rather than worrying about the new member, as he really didn't care, either way. Reid had kicked up his fuss already, and nothing had changed, and so he became used to being disappointed.

JJ asked, "Hotch, are you sure about this? We're a family, and they cant keep doing this to us."

Hotch nodded, appreciating the sentiment, but knowing full well that JJ, as well as the rest of the tem would love having Charlotte around.

"While I understand how you feel, JJ, please, everyone, welcome our newest member with the appropriate respect," and then shouted in the direction of the door, "You can come in now!"

The last person anyone had expected to walk in would have been one Charlotte Lewis, and their faces reflected that. Rossi had a small, wistful smile on his face, and he had tucked his hands into the pockets of his slacks, whereas JJ, Garcia and Morgan simply stared, wide eyed and confused, completely bewildered as to what was going on, unable to truly understand what was going on.

Reid, on the other hand, was working double time. His mind having already processed and accepted the fact that Lewis was present, now all that was left was his body to catch up. His stomach had nose-dived straight down to his toes, which curled in his messy Converse and his heart was racing a mile a minute. His Adam's apple bobbed, and almost automatically, his eyes fell back down to his iPad, furiously scanning the information that he had already read over six times.

An aspect take note of by both Rossi and Hotchner, who simply smirked, deeply, into their fists, and shared a cool, knowing look. Morgan hollered, unreservedly, and asked, pushing out of his seat, to stand up, "What are you doing here, Lewis?"

Charlotte smiled, pensively to herself at first, then the nerves settled in, and she couldn't help but chuckle, somewhat apprehensively, and replied, "I guess I'm the new girl, Morgan."

The man in question chuckled, and Reid clenched his fists angrily, beneath the table, at the obvious flirting. Or at least, in his eyes, was flirting, anyway. He ground his teeth, slightly, and his jaw became taut and clearly uncomfortably tight.

Charlotte turned her attentions to JJ, and pleaded, as firmly as she was able, "I understand that you don't want someone new parading in on your family, and believe me, I couldn't do that even if I tried. I just want to do my job, Agent Jareau."

JJ admonished, lightly, with an almost maternal smile on her face, "No, it's JJ. I already told you."

Charlotte gave her a small quirk of her lips, and after being directed to her designated seat, she sat down. Upon glancing upwards, she realised that she was sitting opposite Reid, and her throat closed up slightly.

Garcia asked, after an awkward moment of silence passed over the room, "Okay.. So Agent Lewis, are you caught up on the case?"

Charlotte nodded, honestly, and enquired, "Garcia, could you please call me Charlotte?"

Garcia nodded, enthusiastically, and said, unsteadily, "Awesome, okay, I will, Charlotte, wow, nice," and with a small, leading cough from Hotch, she continued, "Anyway, we're flying out at six tonight, so everyone should be packed and ready by half past five. Roll-call is at quarter to, and take off will be no later than five past six."

Everyone nodded in return, and went about collecting their belongings from the room. After the team filed out of the room, leaving only Hotch and Charlotte, alone.

The older man glanced down at his new protege, and held her eyes in an intense, serious stare that only he could pull off, and asked, curiously, "So.. Do you think you can do it?"

Hope you like it, guys!