She took a drag off of her cigarette and sighed. Today was the day where she had her final interview for the BAU. She didn’t seek out the position herself; her current supervisor actually put her up for it because there was an opening. She wasn't going to lie to herself, she was nervous. The BAU held some of the smartest and most bad ass people she could ever think of.
She flicked her cigarette and took another drag, 'I really need to quit', was a passing thought.
Cigarette finished, she disposed of the butt and walked up to the building. She scanned her badge and walked through the front door, putting her sunglasses on top of her head.
'I can do this.'
She walked up to the elevators and pushed the up button. The elevator dinged and she got on, noticing that someone was running to catch it, she put her hand out to stop it from closing.
“Thank you,” said the man, “I appreciate it.”
“Of course, not a problem. I'm Isabelle, I’m new around here.” She replied, as she hit the button for her floor, “And you?”
He looked and nodded, “That's my floor, also. And my name is Spencer.”
She nodded at him and then looked forward, waiting for the elevator to stop. When it did, the man allowed her off first so she thanked him and walked towards Hotchner's office. Though she must have looked confused because from behind her, Spencer cleared his throat.
“Can I help you find somewhere?” He questioned and he played with his coffee lid.
“I'm looking for SSA Aaron Hotchner's office,” she said and looked around, “I was sure it was on this floor.”
Spencer nodded, “It's actually over this way, its where I’m headed. I can show you if you'd like.”
“I'd like that, thank you.” She smiled as she followed him through the glass doors.
“His office is right up those stairs, first door on your left.” He said as he pointed.
She nodded, “Thank you again!”
She turned and walked up the stairs and knocked on the door.
“Agent Hotchner?” She questioned and poked her head slightly in the door.
“Oh yes, Agent Manetti. Please come in and shut the door.” He said as he finished with a file and put it off to the side, “I'm happy that you were able to come in today.”
She shut the door and came to the front of her desk where she sat in one of the chairs, “Thank you for having me, its an honor, sir.”
He interlaced his hands and put them on the desk, “I’m going to be very blunt with you agent,” he paused and tilted his head, “The position is yours. Your resume and first interview basically guaranteed you the spot. This meeting is just a formality. I just want to make sure that you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“I appreciate that, sir. The position is one sought after greatly. One that I would love to have.” She said and crossed one leg over the other.
“Just so we are clear, with the BAU, you are on call basically twenty four, seven. Whenever there is a case, and we are called in, we are expected to go. It's long, grueling hours. Its a lot of work Agent Manetti. But I think that you're up for the challenge.”
“I'm confident in my abilities sir. I think that given the opportunity, I would make a great addition to the team.” She said, with a definitive nod of the head.
“It's settled then. Welcome to the team.” He stands, and holds out a hand to shake.
Isabelle also stands and puts her hand out and gives a strong handshake.
“I'd like for you to meet the rest of the team, if you have a moment.” He comes around the side of the desk and opens the door.
“I'd love too, sir.” She said as she follows him out.
“Everyone, can we meet in the conference room?” He poses the question to a few other people at their desks.
She locks her hands behind her back, to hide her nervousness. 'Hopefully they like me.'
Agent Hotchner leads the way into the conference room, standing off to the side, and crosses his arms across his chest. Six people filter in, chatting aimlessly. They all notice that there is a new person in the room, and it goes silent.
“Guys, this is SSA Isabelle Manetti from the Sex Crimes Unit. I felt that the team needed another person, so I brought her in. She has a PhD in criminal justice, and a minor in psychology. I feel like she will be a good addition to the team. I'd like for you all to introduce yourselves.” Hotchner said and nodded at them.
“Hi, I'm Penelope. I'm the technical analyst for the group. I'm sure we'll be spending loads of time together.” Penelope said and smiled.
Isabelle smiled back and tightened her grip behind her.
“I'm SSA Derek Morgan. It's nice to meet you.” He said and stretched his arm out and offered his hand.
“Likewise.” She said as she shook his hand and nodded.
“I'm SSA David Rossi. Was that an Italian last name I heard?” He smiled as they shook hands.
“You caught me sir, one hundred percent Italian. I cook like it too.” She said with a small smirk.
“I look forward to it then.” He gave a small chuckle.
“I want to be there whenever you two are cooking.” Said the blonde, “Hi, I'm Jennifer Jareau, you can just call me JJ, though.”
“Nice to meet you JJ,” Isabelle said, “And I’m always down for an Italian cook-off.”
“I want in too.” said the black haired woman, “that's got my name written all over it. Which is Emily, by the way. Emily Prentiss.”
Isabelle nodded and agreed, “Most definitely. We'll have to have a team dinner sometime soon so I can get to know all of you better.”
“Rossi will host,” JJ said teasingly.
“Sounds like a plan to me!” Rossi said with a hearty laugh.
She couldn't help but smile. Everyone was so friendly and welcoming. Isabelle looked over to the last person and she was surprised to see that it was Spencer.
“We met in the elevator!” Isabelle said and reached her hand out to shake.
Spencer looked at her apologetically and said, “Sorry I uh- don't shake hands? Its a germ thing, its not you. And yes, we did meet in the elevator. Its a pleasure to meet you.”
She put her hand back behind her and squeezed her hands together roughly, “Oh! I'm sorry that’s totally fine. I'll know for next time.”
He smiled, “Sounds good, its nice to meet you again.”
Hotchner cleared his throat, “I'm glad that introductions are done. Agent Manetti's first day will be tomorrow, so if everyone would get back to work?”
Garcia nodded fervently, “Yes sir, right away!” and pranced away.
Everyone else nodded and waved slightly at Isabelle before leaving. Spencer gave one last look back and gave a slight smile and turned away as his name was called.
“Thank you again Agent Hotchner. I look forward to starting tomorrow with you all.” Isabelle said and turned to look at him.
“Of course. Glad to be having you. Just as a heads up, everyone packs a 'go bag', just in case because we're basically always on call. So I’d take care of that today. You’re free to go, and report tomorrow morning.”
They shook hands one last time, and she walked down the stairs and walked to the elevator. The pressed the down button and couldn't help the grin that over took her face. She got onto the elevator and went down. She walked out to the parking garage and found her car, a Range Rover HSE Sport, and hit the key fob. She got in and settled herself, and pulled out her phone.
Isabelle hit her speed dial one, and listened to the ringing.
“Hello?” Said Quinn.
“Oh my god, Quinn, I got the job!” Isabelle said excitedly, “I work for the BAU now!”
“That's great Isabelle! I'm happy to hear it. We should celebrate!”
“I agree. I'm going to be busy tonight, but we need to get together soon. I miss you.” She said, as she turned her car on and connected her bluetooth.
“Busy, busy, busy,” he said teasingly, “but that’s fine, we'll have to pick a day coming up. How did it go meeting the team?”
“It went great,” she said as she navigated going home, “Everyone was very nice.”
“Good, they'd better be. Or I'd kick their asses.” Quinn said and laughed.
“Oh yeah. I'm sure you could take on the strongest unit of the FBI. I'd love to see that.”
They talked aimlessly for the ten minute drive to her apartment, and she sighed as she parked.
“Alright, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, I love you.” She said as she got out of the car and grabbed her bag.
“Sounds good, love you too,” He said, “Bye.” and hung up the phone.
She clicked her phone and got her keys to unlock her apartment. She collected her mail and walked up the flight of steps to get to her door. She fiddled with her keys and found the right one and unlocked her door and closed it.
“Come here lasagne, mommy's home.” She said as she walked in.
A brown and orange tabby cat walked over to her and weaved in between her legs. She picked him up, petting him as she set her bag down on the table. “Mommy just got a new job, baby!”
Lasagne purred and rubbed his head on her hand.
“Mommy's gotta pack now.”
She set him down and went into her room. She pulled a duffel bag out of her closet and packed essential items into it that would last he a few days and went and put it by the door. She then walked into the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich to eat, and them put food out for the cat. She ate and then cleaned up after herself. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes and her lighter and went out onto her balcony and sighed. 'It was going to be a long couple of months to get thorough.'
She lit up her cigarette just as a call came in. She looked down at her phone and saw that it was Agent Hotchner.
She took a drag and answered, “Hello?”
“Agent Manetti, I'm sorry. I know that we said that you would start tomorrow. But we have a case.” He said.
“Not a problem sir. I'll be right there.”
He hung up the phone, and she finished her cigarette. And so it begins.