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My head hurt. I couldn't sleep last night. I didn't sleep for the last week.
Maeve...
Its been a couple years since she's been gone. Her death anniversary is coming up. Maybe that's why I can't sleep. I walk into to the BAU and find my desk. Sitting down, I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Reid.. You ok?" I hear from behind. I turn around and look up at Morgan with a worried expression on his face. "Yea-yeah I'm fine. Just couldn't get enough sleep last night." I stutter. "OK if you need anything or want to talk... let me know." He explained to me walking away. Pretty soon everyone walks in and take their places in their own desks.
"Guys, Hotch wants us in right now. "
Getting up, we walk into the conference room where Garcia briefs us about our case.
I take a seat around the table and notice an empty seat. Hotch begins, "I hope you have noticed that there is an empty seat. That's for our new member."
Rossi butts in, "I like to call her the exclusive new new. She's a little late but she'll be here soon. She grew up and lived in LA. She's very smart, almost as smart as Reid. She is a famous cover artist and does concerts often, but she conceals her identity. She's told only us for security reasons. It's rumored that she has a house in every state. She's hasa degree from Yale and she is very, very charming. Her happiness is entirely contagious. She's 27, single, and well this is a shock, but she especially trained in combat. She is the best fighter they had from where we found her. She's very expressive in various ways and doesn't hesitate to ask or do anything. Her name is--" Rossi was interrupted by the door swinging open, to reveal a slightly tanned woman. Her eyes were the first think I saw. They were bright blue and truly lit up her face. Her lips were colored red and she had a simple wing adorning her eyes. She was wearing a short black dress with a red leather jacket, the sleeves reaching up to her elbows. Her arms were adorned with various tattoos. She wore black combat boots and had her dark black hair up in a bun. She was tall but shorter than me, around 5' 9". Wow...
Everyone turned to look at me, trying to not smile, even Hotch, even though he was upset that Rossi took over his speech.
"D-did I say that out-outloud?"
She giggled, "Yes, but that's no problem. I get that often." Smiling, she sat down in the empty seat next to me. "Agent would you like to introduce yourself? We were about to say your name, but you walked in." Hotch said.
"Umm. My name is Anastasia Walker and I'm sure Agent Hotchner must have introduced me already. Although I feel that Rossi is more eager to have me on this team, considering he calls me the "exclusive new new." She quotes using her fingers. Slightly laughing, she says, "It will be a pleasure working with you guys. I've heard so many great things."
"We'll introduce the rest of ourselves on the plane. We need to brief the case we have on our hands. Garcia?"
"Ok. Um we have 2 women, brunettes. They were killed with the same MO... Sexual assault then strangulation. Both cases are in LA and get this. The two brunettes are junior college students at UCLA and they were supposedly messing around with their English teacher."
I look over to Hotchner and he looks down, escaping my gaze. I know why this is my first case...
After the briefing
Anastasia POV
"Planes up in 10." Hotch announces. As if on cue, everyone, but Hotch, gets up and leaves. Even after everyone leaves, Hotch remains seated, organizing some papers in his manila folder. "I know why this is my first case. I know I don't exactly have good history, but you need to understand that I'm not gonna let anyone use me again. Not unless there is a legitimate reason or only if I want to, on my own, without any influence whatsoever." I tell him, my head high. He looks up and tells me, "I understand, Anastasia." I leave him alone in the conference room and collect my things, getting ready to board the plane.
On the plane
We discuss the case further in the plane and we've concluded whatever we could from the present facts. "I want to examine the body further." I say. Everyone seems surprised that I told Hotch what I wanted to do. What was even more surprising is that Hotch agreed. "Ok, Spencer and you can examine the body however you want. Morgan and JJ visit the first victim's family and Rossi and Blake visit the second family. I'll stay back and make any connections from past cases and try to figure out his behavioral aspects. " We nod and I pipe up, "I wasn't able to get your introductions earlier. Since we have some time before we land, can we finish our intros?" Everyone smiles and turns their attention to me, while Hotch remains buried in his paperwork. "I didn't tell you this earlier and I don't know if Rossi or Hotch told you this, but I have a confession. I'm bisexual. I don't know if your gonna like that or not, but if you don't, please resist from being hostile. I hope this doesn't affect our future relationships."
"Not at all.. We respect you for coming clean and telling us about it yourself rather us finding about it from someone else. In fact, many people resist from telling the truth because they are afraid of being judged." The cute innocent man said, taking a seat next to me. 'I would love to destroy that innocence.' I thought.
I take my attention off my dirty thoughts as he identifies himself as Dr. Spencer Reid. "Nice name, Spence, but I'm used to calling people by certain nicknames, like how I call Rossi, Ross. I couldn't think of anything else or how I call Hotch Mr. Smiley-face.," I smile, "Hmm... Can I call you Pancake? Because you seem like the fluffiest person ever." Everyone looks at me and smiles. Spencer blushes, and nods. "I'm Derek Morgan and yes you can call me fox." I gasp, sarcastically, "How did you know I was going to call you Fox?! I'm serious how?!" The darker agent laughs, "Oh Penelope is going to love you.. Garcia also calls me a Fox, but only sometimes." I smile and look at the blonde woman, standing near Rossi's chair and smiling, holding a coffee cup. "I'm JJ, or Jennifer Jareau." "Ooh, I like that! But I can't think of anything for you. I'm just gonna call you babe till I think of something." I say cheerfully! The last woman introduces herself as Agent Blake. "Can I call you mom?" She nods smiling. What nobody else knew was that I knew Blake. Even before all this. She took care of me like a mother even better than my actual mother.
I take out my headphones from my small bag and put them in my ears, connecting the cord to my phone. My music began playing. I closed my eyes, letting the sounds, the lyrics take over my thoughts. I was drifting away into my own world, not taking note of time. I relaxed into my seat, mouthing the words to the song. Someone tapped my shoulder and opened my eyes, looking to the side. "What happened?" Spencer said. "Oh nothing. The music was kind of.. Exciting." I told him, looking around. Everyone else was either sleeping, or buried in their case files.432Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1v6c3qjKHO
"I understand how it can be."432Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJYlqa9nyMt
"What kind of music do you listen to, boo?" I smiled. 432Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBJla6E83XG
He sat back, "I like listening to the classics, like Beethoven..." He kept on talking and I kept laughing and giggling at his words. He seemed so content with life. Like he had nothing to ask from life.432Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpLeaHxUusm
Sometimelater....432Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVcotgyQvbB
The plane was about to land and quickly put my earphones away, tucking my phone in my jacket's inside pocket. It was quite useful, when you didn't have any other pocket. I was looking out the window, enjoying the sight down below. Finally I could see something other than clouds. "You have a lot of tattoos." Spencer said. Everyone was up now and ready to leave the plane as soon as it landed. They agreed with Spencer and looked at me for answers.
"Do you want to know why pretty boy?" I asked him. A light pink blush caught on his face and he looked down. I chuckled, taking off my jacket showing them the tattoos that adorned my arms. "I have more but I don't want to take of my dress to show. If I do get a chance and I'm wearing a bikini or something that flaunts my body then I'll show you guys." I point to my upper right arm," Most of them have a specific meaning. Some of my tattoos are words. This one says, 'No inhibition, no sin.' Don't ask for the meaning of that. They're song lyrics. This anchor here represents the time in my life where I was held down, discouraged and well suicidal. This quote says, 'Dancing in the dark.' It's quite literal. I love dancing in the dark and I do it quite often. I don't know why, but it's lights up my mind. This one," I say shifting to my left arm, " is a music note. I love music." What's the half broken heart? It's hidden but I've been staring at it for a while." Rossi asks. "Ah, this one..." I smile at the memory. "It's... a memory. A really good memory, but the story is a little too long to tell." I laugh remembering what happened for me to get this tattoo.
"We've landed.." Hotch states.
"Oh! I'm sorry. I got carried away. Let's go! We have a case to solve!!" I say, enthusiastically.
"She really is just like you said, Dave.." Morgan says.
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