"Everyone, please welcome Y/N," Aaron Hotchner said as he walked into the briefing room with a file in hand, "She just graduated the academy and will be working her probation period with us. If all goes well, she will become a permanent member of the team."
A chorus of "hello's" and "nice to meet you's" came from the other profilers in the room. You smiled and nodded, quietly taking your seat.
"Would you like to introduce yourself, Y/N?" Hotchner asked.
"Oh, uhm, sure. Uhm -- as SSA Hotchner said, I just graduated from the academy. I was born and raised in New York City --"
"Ooh, city girl," one of the profilers chuckled. He was tall and muscular, with a bald head and a short, well-kept goatee. "Derek Morgan, by the way."
You chuckled, "Yeah, actually, I should probably get to know all of you too!" You stood up, holding out your hand to shake.
"Jennifer Jareau, but you can call me J.J."
"Nice to meet you," you nodded politely.
"David Rossi," the older Italian gentleman said, shaking your hand firmly. You smiled, affirming you got his name.
"I'm Penelope Garcia, nice to meet you newbie," the cheery blonde said, excitedly shaking your hand.
"She'll be calling you that until further notice," a woman with black hair and blunt cut bangs jokes. "Emily Prentiss," she smiled, holding out her hand.
You chuckled, shaking her hand. "That's alright, I've been called worse. Nice to meet you."
"You already know me," Derek said. "And this is pretty boy Reid," he said putting his hand on the young profilers shoulder and giving him a good shake.
"Dr. Spencer Reid," the tall man chuckled.
"Hi..." you said, reaching out your hand. You wondered how you couldn't have noticed him. He was tall with lean muscle, messy short brown hair, and just a little stubble coming in.
"Okay we can continue with the niceties later," Hotchner said. "We're heading to Las Vegas. Three women have died. Chelsea McKenzie, Bridgette Ortega, and Sasha Jones. All different races, but around the same age. They were drugged, raped, strangled, then dumped in ditches on the side of major highways. All of them were low-risk. They were in post-secondary, came from middle-class upbringings, and had no background of drug abuse or problematic behaviour."
"So clearly the unsub isn't worried about getting caught," Morgan said, leaning back in his chair, fiddling with a pen.
"And the women vary in race, so it's unlikely that the unsub is building up to killing a specific person," Reid said. You couldn't stop admiring his strong jawline and soft skin. It was like you were in a trance. Your attention was broken when Hotchner spoke up.
"That means any women in that age range and area are at risk," he said. "Wheels up in thirty."
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Newbie
FanfictionY/N has just joined the BAU and immediately takes a liking to Dr. Spencer Reid. Although he's a certified genius, Spencer seems clueless to Y/N's flirtations. Their fellow profilers are not as blind.
