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!

My nerves were absolutely shot, I couldn't even keep my eyes focused, let alone actually concentrate on anything important. I smiled where I needed, and nodded at everyone that smiled at me as I made my way from Hotch's office, to my own. Hotch had previously directed me to my new cubicle, which was next to Agent Morgan's.

As soon as I sat down, he approached me and, after reclining coolly on my new, empty desk and rather cheerily, said, "What's up, baby girl?"

I grinned at him, noticing my nervousness almost immediately disappeared, and I replied, "Just getting used to the place.. It's a lot bigger than I'm used to," and I gave a slight noncommittal shrug.

He chuckled, and retorted, quickly, "Well, I hope you enjoy your time here, we're glad to have you," and held his hand out for me to shake.

I laughed, lightly, and, after returning the gesture, and I, teasingly, replied, "Sure, and that's what you guys were saying earlier, right?"

His expression became one of sheepishness, and he rubbed the base of his skull, and act of apprehension. He grinned, wolfishly, and amended, "Yeah.. Sorry about that. We're all just a little strung up about losing Em. It's nothin' to do with you."

I nodded, understandingly, and finished, "It's okay, I get it."

It sort of hurt a little that they didn't want me around, especially considering I didn't do anything to them - however, I could empathise with their situation. One of their own leaves, and someone new just pops up out of nowhere; it would be enough to send anyone mad, so that was why I didn't get too upset. Over the years, I've gotten used to being unwanted, it's an expression that I've gotten good at hiding.

He nudged my shoulder, and said, "Okay, so you're working with us, so come on, pull up a chair and I'll fill you in."

I smiled at the suggestion, and, after gathering my bag back onto my shoulder, I followed him to an empty room, enclosed with thick, transparent glass, with the BAU symbol printed on each surface. The carpet was a dark matt colour, and there was a light brown, pine coloured circular table, and a few chairs scattered around it. There were two vending machines; one full of drinks, both carbonated and still, and the other complete with different snacks.

Morgan asked, "So you know the back story right?"

I nodded, and replied, "Cordova, Alaska. 5 victims, all women."

He smiled in return, and set down a few manila folders. He clasped his hands together as he sat down, and I followed suit, sitting next to him, finding it easier to converse.

"We're all going to Alaska, staying until we catch this bastard. We have no conclusive suspects, but we do know that they are male, and between 20 and 35 years old. It's a very small interval, which will make our suspect pool easier to pick from."

He flipped open the folders, and splayed them out so that I was able to see them all at once.

"That's a bit weird.. There's a strong sexual atmosphere about this case. They were asphyxiated in their homes, hung, by a thick string of rope, that the killer brought himself, in their bedrooms, then an inverted pentagram was drawn in their blood, from a post mortem slit down the length of their left arm, on their bedroom walls," and as he raised an eyebrow at me, in a questioning way, I added, "What? I'm rather interested in religious symbolism."

He chuckled, creases appearing at the corners of his eyes, and out of my peripherals, I noticed that there was someone hovering outside of the room. That certain someone being a Doctor Spencer Reid; the object of my current interests. I turned my head to look over at him, and found that he had began retreating, his head thrown into some kind of book that I couldn't make out from this far away.

He followed my line of sight, and I noticed a smug expression fell onto his features. He chuckled, deeply, and said, "He's so into you, it's embarrassing."

I blushed deeply, and turned my face away from him, and he made a sound of indignation, and joked, "Sorry, that wasn't professional."

I shook my head, and shrugged; the very epitome of nonchalant, although inside, I was anything but, and I whispered those two words that held so much behind it.

"It's fine."

He cleared his throat, obviously understanding that I didn't really wish to talk about it, and went on, "Well, this case is going to get really weird, really fast."

I agreed, wholeheartedly, and I supplied, "Our killer is obviously some kind of deviant, maybe he's unable to perform, thus the lack of sexual intercourse, yet the obvious invasion of privacy, therein by leaving them uncovered."

Morgan nodded, and agreed, "That makes sense. I can see him being some kind of recluse."

I smirked, and, after a comfortable moment of silence, I asked, "You want a soda?"

He grinned, and said, "No thanks, I gotta get these new notes up to Hotch. Be packed and ready for 6 tonight, I'll pick you up. Where do you live?"

He handed me his phone, and I punched in my number and address, and he, in turn, gave me his number, and I beamed as he did so. Making friends here was going to be a lot easier now that Derek and I were kind of friends, and inside, I was jumping for joy that he went out of his way to lend me a helping hand.

He tucked his phone away in his jacket pocket, and said, finally, "Okay, so I'll be at yours for about half 5, is that okay? It's going to be a pretty slow day today, so why don't you take your time getting to know the place?"

I smiled, and took his advice.

"Sure, that sounds nice."

I hope you like this!

It's late, I know. I'm so sorry. I wasn't able to access wifi, so I'm sorry, my lovelies!