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Spencer hunched over his desk, biting his lower lip in pure frustration. He continuously contemplated on the five possible scenarios he had already drawn in his head of what could have lead to this horrible crime that the entire team had been droning on for a week, his lip bleeding slightly in the process. His brows furrowing and his eyes slightly squinting, he tried to peer through the harsh light of the desk lamp with such intense focus that Spencer almost would have stayed in that trance forever if it wasn’t for a soft hand on his shoulder startling him.
Spencer slightly jumped at the sudden touch, and turned around to see an apologetic JJ. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Hotch is calling an emergency meeting, and everyone’s already there.” Spencer nodded, causing JJ to turn on her heel and start walking back to the meeting room. Spencer’s head slightly cocked to the side as he wondered what the meeting was for.
‘I guess I’ll find out.’ thought Spencer, standing up from his chair and quickly following behind JJ’s footsteps.
When Spencer entered the room, the entire room was pitch black instead of a huge white screen in the middle with a picture of a woman. Well kept (your hair length) (hair color), captivating yet calculating (your color eyes), sharp features and fair skin, and in the photo, holding a black umbrella which casted a slight shadow over her brown coat and beautiful features.
Judging by the timestamp on the edge of the photo and the dark, rainy alleyway setting behind her, Spencer guessed that this photo was taken in either London or a rainy city in Washington. Spencer was staring at the photo so intently he accidentally bumped right into the wooden table, which caused his colleagues that were seated around the table to chuckle.
Blushing brightly, he whispered his apologies and quickly sat between Morgan and Garcia, where the only empty seat was. Morgan smirked and opened his mouth, as if to say something, but Hotch raised his hand and immediately began to talk. “I have called among this emergency meeting because we are having a new…. addition to the team.”
The atmosphere in the room immediately dropped, mingling between curiosity and excitement. Eyes widened, eyebrows were raised, and small gasps left some people’s mouths. Hotch rolled his eyes and clicked the small projector control, causing the projector slide to switch from an image of a woman to a small girl holding hands with a police officer- Spencer guessed the girl was about 10 years old from her height and her pubescent features.
He could also tell that this girl was the woman in the slide before, just much younger. Both of them had the same physical features and the glint in their eyes that was hard to forget. “This is (y/n) (l/n). Born in Boston, Massachusetts. Orphan since both her parents died while on a mission for the US government.”
Hotch clicked again and the screen now showed a picture of the same girl, except now looking about 13, standing in front of a horribly disfigured body. The others in the picture around her looked disgusted or sick, except for her. She had a knowing and intense look in her eye that didn’t seem to waver. “At the age of 10, the US government brought her into work as a detective.”
Morgan raised his eyebrows and spoke up. “But she’s 10.” Hotch sighed. “I was getting to that.” The screen switched to a picture of the girl working on a 6x6 rubix cube. “(Y/n) was administered as a child genius, when the owner of the orphanage took a special liking towards her and noticed that she was way more intelligent than the normal 10 year old. And not only was (y/n) extremely intelligent, she had a unique gift in deductions and reading people.”
“So like a profiler?” asked Garcia, chewing the end of her pen in boredom. Hotch opened his mouth to reply, only to be cut in by Spencer, whose eyes excitedly lit up. “Actually, no. A profiler, by definition, is someone who extrapolates information about a person based on their traits and tendencies. Someone like (y/n), who has a unique gift in deductions, would mean that she would be able to figure almost everything about a person with almost deadly accuracy, just by the simplest movement or the features of a person.”
Hotch sighed. “Yeah. What Reid said. Anyway, she’s solved about a total of….” He trailed off and picked up a clipboard from his desk, flipping through several pages. “About 400 cases since she started officially working as a detective for the law at the age of 19. She is now about 22...” “About 400 cases since 19? This girl is really something else.” muttered JJ, to which everyone nodded.
“Anyway, she will be joining us sometime today. She didn’t exactly specify when, but she is transferring from a top secret unit to the BAU.” “Why would she want to change units when she’s already so glorified in a top secret unit?” asked Garcia, confused. “Cause I wanted to challenge myself.” said a new female voice in the room.
You smirked as you watch everyone in the room freeze up and slowly turn around to stare at you. Your eyes quickly scanned over every person in the room, analyzing them bit by bit. Your train of thoughts were still running when an attractive, well built and muscular dark man stood up and offered his hand out.
“Nice to meet you, my name is Derek Morgan.” As he stood right in front of you, you could now easily make out every feature of his. And by his movement, you could already tell everything. Your hand stayed by your side as you walked in a circle around him, memorizing every detail of him. You sensed that he was uncomfortable by his lack of words and his posture slouching a little bit, but you didn’t pay attention.
But when he noticed you staring at him intently, he immediately bounced back and smirked. “Am I that attractive?” he asked coyly, causing the rest of the room to laugh quietly except for you. You stood up straight, startling Morgan, and looked him straight in the eyes. “Your father died when you were ten, shot by a police officer. You have two sisters and a mom you still keep in touch with, clearly not as much as you should…. Popular in high school, kind of a juvenile after your father’s death, sexual abuse victim…. Cocky, loves ladies and way too attention seeking.”
Morgan was stunned.
‘How the hell did she know all that?’
You got bored of his silence, rolling your eyes and walking over to the person next to him. A skinny and lanky man with brown messy hair and gorgeous hazel eyes. To be honest, you felt a slight weird tinge in your heart when his eyes met yours. It was an unfamiliar feeling, something… warm and bubbly that made your pace quicken and your breath to stop at your throat.
“Oh, Reid doesn’t shake hands.” said a friendly voice next to him, a plump woman with thick green glasses and blonde hair. You shrugged and look straight back at the man in front of you. “I know. Clearly he’s socially awkward. I understand why, rough life too. Your father left you, your mother suffers from schizophrenia, you suffered from severe bullying in school… At least you have a photographic memory and a high IQ.”
Reid stayed silent, allowing you to finish your creepily accurate statements. Except for the photographic part, since he had eidetic memory and that was slightly different. “Actually it’s-” “Are you one of those people that prefer the term eidetic memory? Eidetic memory then.” You curtly replied. You hated it when people kept on lagging behind.
Unlike the Derek and Spencer guy, the blonde lady didn’t seem to be intimidated by your presence, instead a warm, exceedingly bright persona shone through. She straightened her back and sent you a very warm and welcoming smile. “My name is Penelope Garcia, nice to meet you! Wow you got everything correct-”
You held your hand up, stopping her immediately. “Parents died in a car crash at 18, killed by a drunk driver. You’re extremely good with computers but used it to hack and pursued a lot of criminal activities, you were one of the top hackers on the FBI’s list until they recruited you… At least you have interesting story to tell of how you got the job.”
You didn’t even wait for her response and quickly walked around the table to see a petite, blonde woman with blue eyes, who immediately straightened her back and warmly smiled at you. She also had a warm sense to her, even though it was much more toned down than the previous blonde girl named… Penelope.
“I’m Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me JJ….” She trailed off when she noticed your eyes darting around her body, analyzing her at top pace. “At least you have the least depressing story… Unfortunately your sister committed suicide when you two were young, what was her name? Rowan? Rose? No… Rosaline. Came out of college, heard a lecture, and you hopped right on board….. Boring if you ask me.”
You evenly stared at her surprised eyes and walked over to Hotchner, the one man you already sort of knew from when your unit’s official contacted to let him know about your transfer. Hotchner silenced you with his glare and coughed, gesturing towards your now colleagues. You turned around to see Spencer, Garcia, Morgan and JJ all looking quite uncomfortable and offended.
Your one weak spot was emotions, you never understood how people could get so attached to sentiment and feelings and ignore the cold hard truth. But you were repeatedly told by your officials that you had to be more sensitive towards those who actually carried emotion. You may not know a lot about how people felt, but you could read their body language.
All of them were offended and uncomfortable.
“I apologize if I have offended you. Emotions are not my strongest spot.” you stated in a monotone voice. Everyone could tell that you weren’t really sorry but rather saying it loud to fit in with the crowd. You didn’t give them second thought and allowed your eyes to capture a file on the table. You immediately picked it up, scanning over the pages and pictures.
“Oh! That’s the new case we’ve been working on.” said Garcia, gesturing to the file. “How much did you figure out?” you asked, reading over the report repeatedly. “Um…. not that much. You should ask Reid though, he’s the smartest in the group.”
You snapped the file shut and walked over to Reid, who immediately stood up straight as you approached.
“Can you show me what you’ve been working on?” you asked.
Spencer didn’t know why, but he couldn’t respond.
His throat was tight, his palms were sweaty and he couldn’t think.
He studied your face- the way your hair framed your proportionate face, the way your eyes held an intelligent and yet cold look, the way your lips puffed and your eyebrows raised as you waited for a response. In short, Spencer thought you were absolutely beautiful. He almost forgot to reply back until Morgan coughed behind him, breaking him out of his thoughts.
You intently stared at him, probably studying Spencer to see why he didn’t respond. Spencer’s eyes widened when you suddenly blushed, probably figuring out that he was attracted to you. “Oh yeah um, well… Come this way to my desk. I have a few things laid out.” Morgan’s eyebrows raised and he smirked when he realized the instant attraction that was happening behind you two.
You followed Reid to his desk, and studied the several pictures he had laid across the table- one of a bloodied and disfigured woman lying on the floor, the others more close up shots of her bruises and her body.
You stared at it for a moment, looking at the pictures and thinking back to the report. You continued your train of thought, picking up the pictures and putting them in your pocket as you wordlessly walked back to the meeting room. Everyone’s eyes averted back to yours.
“Why didn’t you call me earlier, Hotchner? I already was at the crime scene before I transferred and the case was given to you.”
He rolled his eyes at your attitude. “Because you were busy with hundreds of other cases. Besides, you broke into the scene, it wasn’t your case.” You rolled your eyes too, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Yeah, giving it to the idiots in our unit didn’t do much, did it? Anyway, I solved it.”
Everyone’s eyebrows raised instantly, confused.
You sighed and pulled out the pictures from your pocket and laying them on the table, causing everyone to gather around the table.
“She’s a college student, very good looking, and was a stripper judging from her excessive makeup and extensions, mixed smell of alcohol and perfume, and the several random bills stuffed in her jean pockets and bra. She was probably walking back home from a strip club, there are approximately 23 around the Ohio area that she was found in. And since she walked in high heels and at approximately 12am, the strip club must be extremely close to the victim's house. I say 12am because of the bill that was passed in Ohio that requires all strip clubs and adult entertainment stores to close from 12am to 6am.”
You placed your finger on her horribly disfigured face. “The angle of which her face was smashed in shows that it was a man shorter than her, possibly crouching down and had obvious struggling attacking her since his blows were sloppy. Only a man would have the upper body strength and motives to do this to a woman who was a stripper. The blood splatter indicates that the attacker had to strike several times very sloppily to kill her, probably with something heavy metal.”
“I also noticed that her hands, which were probably used to try and push off the attacker, smelled like trash and cheap cologne. So a middle class man probably looking to have some fun, only to be rejected by a woman. He obviously has a short temper, very shy since he had to ask her during the night, and has a physical disability, probably limping and something that would prevent him from walking straight and hitting her correctly with a baseball bat. And he goes to the same strip club several times, since someone of his personality would not be able to approach a stripper unless he saw her every time he went there and kept tabs on her.”
The entire room was stunned. You had figured out the mystery in literally 3 minutes while it took them about a week to just get a quarter way through what you figured out. You smirked, you loved it when you surprised people. Your whirled around and pointed at Garcia. “You. You’re the tech analyst, right?” She nodded, unresponsive as she was still in shock.
“Can you pull up the map of all the 23 strip clubs? The strip club we are looking for is really close to the victim’s house, and probably very big. There are lots of underground, more secretive strip clubs and they would not follow the law that does not permit any touching of the audience from strippers. But the big, flashy ones would need to abide by the no touching rule, which would have aggravated the suspect more and those strip clubs would pay lots of money which a college student would need.”
Garcia nodded, smiling brightly. “Okay! Follow me to the bat cave!” A faint smile appeared on your face, it was hard to not smile when you were around someone so full of positivity. You allowed Garcia to grab your hand and drag you out of the room.
As soon as you disappeared, Hotch muttered about having to update a file and sending out an official notice now that the case was solved. JJ stood around for a moment, until announcing that she was also going to the bat cave to see what the girls were up to. That left Morgan and Reid standing there, Reid still staring off at the point where you had left fondly.
Morgan poked Reid with his elbow and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. “So…. you and (y/n)? Two geniuses want to hit it up?” Reid rolled his eyes, but his blush did not go unnoticed. “Well… She’s beautiful, she’s smart and she’s honest. I…. don’t mind her being around.”
Morgan smiled. “But she’s a little bit of an ice queen, isn’t she?” Spencer bit his bottom lip. “I don’t think she’s an ice queen, as she is clearly capable of human emotion since she smiled at Garcia’s request and um… maybe blushed once. I…. I think she’s more of a complex human with sociopathic tendencies.”
“So… like Sherlock?” remarked Morgan, smirking. Spencer fondly smiled in response.
“Yeah. Like a female Sherlock.”