identity ~ s. reid

part 3 - first day

TW!! Mentions of sexual assault and death!!

'how ironic
the person you despise
becomes the person you are'

Charlotte was nervous, of course she was. First days were always nerve-wracking for her. Taking a deep breath, she works her way out of her car and towards the looming, office-type, building. Wearing a red flowy blouse, black office pants, a matching black blazer, red stiletto heels, she walks into the building. Given her badge, she walks onto the elevator, pressing the number six.

She was told to bring a 'go-bag' so she did, grabbing a compact out of the side pocket, she checked her appearance. Making sure she looked professional.

The elevator dinged, signaling the correct floor. She put the compact away and stepped out of the elevator.

She sees Evaan, waiting for her by the bullpen doors.

"You look nice." Evaan greets.

"Yeah, thanks." her head turns towards a door that she sees open. She freezes, that was the boss man that uncuffed her. "Evaan, why the hell am I on the floor with the same agents that arrested me?" Soon, she sees the rest of them, sans the older man with expensive boots.

He turns, "I honestly don't know." He pulls her away from the glass doors, assuming the Unit Chief hasn't told his agents about her yet.

The intimidating and serious-looking man steps out of the bullpen into the hallway. He nods towards them, "Follow me."

And they did, walking quite fast towards their destination, the director's office.

The meeting starts, them informing her that she would start after the meeting and all of the little details, and remind her of her new identity. All she can think to do is nod along.

"Any questions?" the director asks.

"No, sir."

"Great, follow Agent Hotchner to your desk, and welcome to the team, agent."

"Thank you."

She shakes his hand, along with the blonde woman, Strauss.

They walk out of his office, Evaan following.

Evaan says his goodbyes and leaves. Agent Hotchner walks ahead of her, probably to establish a small amount of dominance.

She speeds up, now walking beside him, "I hope the little mishap the other day doesn't affect the relationships between the team and me."

He raises a brow slightly, but she didn't catch it. "I'm sure they will need a moment to adjust, but they will welcome you."

"Of course, "

They walk into the bullpen, Charlotte keeping her head down, wanting to avoid the confrontation for as long as possible.

The first to notice them was the muscular, bald man. He follows them with his eyes.

"This will be your desk. Welcome aboard agent."

"Thank you, sir."

That caught the attention of the rest of the agents, looking at her setting her bag down across from the lanky agent with poofy hair.

"Who's this, Hotch?" a dark-haired, beautiful woman asks.

"This is Maisy Quinn, you all have already met, I expect you all to be on your best behavior, she will be joining the team."

She finally has it in her to look up and offer a small wave. She catches all of their reactions, they're shocked.

"I'm confused, isn't this Camilla Rios?" the muscular man asks.