"There are a lot of places in Los Angeles, where we can go and shop at, Hermione." Spencer told her.

"Sorry, but, do I know you?" Hermione said, looking at him.

"My name Spencer Matthews and, I have a friend that lives around here. But, he is the friend of the FBI." He stated her.

"Oh, so Spencer Reid is just the name you go by then? Because there's a Spencer that works with the FBI every year." Gabriella told him and walked into the shop.

"Yes. And Spencer came to speak to you about joining them for the entire summer." He added to her.

"Sorry, but can I help you?" The person behind the counter asked him politely.

"Yes. Do you have any magazines here?" Troy asked her.

"Yes, just on the shelf in front of you." The person said behind the counter, then he saw them.

"Thank you." He said anxiously to her.

"No, problem." She said, getting back to the cash machine.

Then they left the shop to go back to the hotel.

"Well, that was fun." Spencer whispered to Hermione.

"I know it was fun, Spencer." She whispered back to him, as Gabriella walked up to them.

"Don't you think Christmas will be ready for Wednesday 25th December 2013?" Gabriella questioned them both.

"Yes and I already got the gifts ready for the entire classroom." Hermione stated her.

"well, I guess it is all set for the entire class." She said thanking Hermione with a hand shake.

After that, Gabriella went out on her own for a while, then heard footsteps behind her.

"You do know that you could get arrested for hitting a girl, you know?" She said, to the man.

"Yes, I do know." The guy said, then the police arrived there.

"Right on time." Gabriella mumbled to herself.

"What's your name? Cause we heard so much of you in Albuquerque." A policeman asked her curiously.

"My name is Gabriella Montez. What's yours?" She introduced herself to him.

"My name is David Rossi and this is Aaron Hotchner, this is Jennifer Jareau, this is Spencer Reid, this is Penelope Garcia and lastly, Derek Morgan." Rossi said introducing them all.

"I have a boy in my class who's Spencer Matthews, so don't get confused." Gabriella said, standing corrected, as the teacher joined them.

"You must be Gabriella's teacher?" Hotch asked Gabriella's teacher and she nodded yes.

"Yes. I am her teacher." Miss. Molly told him.

"Did you know that she is going to be working with us for a few months, then living here in a few years time?" Garcia asked her.

"Yes. Her mother told us." Her teacher said to her.

"Troy, I know your listening to this conversion." Gabriella shouted out, as Troy decided to join them.

"Of course I was listening to the conversion, Gabriella." He replied to her, going back to the hotel to sleep for a bit.

"He seemed nice, like a fella." Morgan said to Gabriella.

"I know and he's head of the basketball team." She told him.

"I stand corrected. She is smarter than we think." JJ said to Hotchner.

"We know she is." He said sarcastically to her.

Later that day, while all of them were having dinner, Gabriella got a phone from her friend, Sarah. But she didn't answer it. She left it to voice mail.

"My friend just phoned me." Gabriella said, out loud.

"We know." Troy said, getting up to put his plate away.

"I think I'm just gonna go to bed now." Gabriella said to Taylor as she left the room.

"Gabriella, you've been avoiding me, since I told that I wasn't living here with you." Troy said, standing behind her.

"Troy, I haven't been avoiding you. I'm just mad with you. Because you told me that you would be coming with me. But now, I see the truth, it's because your worried about your parents." Gabriella said, as she went onto the balcony, then Troy followed behind her.

"Look, it is because of my parents and they want me to stay with them and, I know it for a fact, Gabriella." Troy replied to her.

"See, I knew it, Troy. You didn't admit to me why you didn't want to come and stay me, so I guess I could blame it on you." Gabriella said, rolling her eyes and inhaled.

"Fine. I guess it's bedtime then." Troy said and went to lie on the bed, as for Gabriella. She went to lie on the couch.

The next day, the police gave Gabriella her first assignment.

"Hotch, what do I have to do first?" She asked him.

"You have to help us arrest a criminal." He replied to her.

"Okay." She said and went to help them in the Los Angeles Police Department.

"He would use the women, just to get what he wants, then dump them in the street." JJ said, looking at all of them.

"Then he would finally put them in a room." Gabriella replied.

"Yeah. And even lock them up, so that they wouldn't get out of the room that they were in." Reid said.

"But why would he put the women in one room?" Rossi questioned.

"Because he didn't trust them at all." Garcia said in reply.

"Just like most people wouldn't." Morgan said as he got up from his seat, then walked towards the door and left the room.

Later that day, Gabriella met up with Troy outside the hotel.

"Troy, what's the matter?" She questioned her.

"Nothing. I'm just upset that I won't be staying here with you, Gabriella." Troy replied answering her question.

"I know and we've been through this already." She replied back to him.

"Well, I'm very sorry that I hurt you in anyway." He said, as they both went into the hotel.

"I think I forgive you, Troy." Gabriella said, thinking about forgiving him.

"Thank you. And next time, I promise I won't let you down like that again." He said, standing by her side.

"I know you won't. Because I know you love me." She exclaimed to him.

"That is one of the things I love about you, Gabriella." He said, getting a piece of paper to write on.

"What are one of the things you love about me, Troy?" She questioned him and looked at the piece of paper.

"Is that one of the things you love about me, Troy Bolton?" She questioned him, then walked over to a near by window.

"Yes, it is one of the things I love about you, Gabriella."

"Oh, okay." She said and looked at the roof top.

"It is such a beautiful view, isn't it, Gabriella?" He asked questioning her.

"I guess it is." Gabriella said, walking back to her and his bedroom.

Meanwhile with Zeke and Sharpay

"I'm so open minded, aren't I, Zeke?" Sharpay said to him, stroking his hair.