Classified light- a criminal minds fan fiction

A cold start

"Johnson, where is your go bag?" Hotch's voice shook Cameron as she walked onto the jet with startled confusion.

"My what?" She asked, she saw his jaw clench which she had picked up meant the same thing as an eye roll.

"Your 'go bag'- your clothes to wear, your gun and badge. We're going to the mountains; you cannot wear that" his voice mocked slightly like it was a fact.

She felt anger in her chest at his casual comment of telling her what to wear, hearing someone else yell it at her in her mind that brought back anger and fear for someone else.

"S-sorry, I'm sorry- I didn't know, I'll be fine don't worry about me. And I don't have a... a gun" she said with a clearing of her throat, he glanced up at her from his seat at her tone and saw a hint of fear on her face which confused him. 

"We'll get you a firearms exam when we finish this case, profilers aren't required to have them but I prefer my team to- take a seat" he ordered and carried on with his file.

Cameron nodded and sat on the opposite side of the plane. She wasn't exactly sure where she was meant to sit, she wasn't exactly sure of what she was meant to do at all but she sat and opened the gruesome file in front of her- trying to make out any part of it that didn't make her want to hurl her breakfast all over the place.

She flipped the page to the photo of the dead body and shuddered. Her mind ran back to the first time she saw a dead body; how terrifying it was, how hopeless it made her, how it changed her entire life in that one small moment that sent her across the world to a new life shadowed by the fear and loss of her old one.

"Cameron- pay attention" Hotch's voice interrupted her thoughts as she scanned the file, clearly zoned out. 

She gave him a confused look, half the team weren't even on the jet yet and there was nothing for her to be 'paying attention' to.

"I won't have my agents zoning out on cases, read the file properly or put it down" he said coldly, clearly having watched her the whole time when he sat down- observing her, profiling her.

Why was he micromanaging her like this? Why was he bothered by her looking at the file for a few minutes? Why was he singling her out and treating her like an annoying child?

Cameron couldn't help her growing frustration, "Уколоть" she mumbled under her breath as she flicked through the files.

Prick.

"Did you just speak Russian?" Morgan said from beside her, she hadn't realised he was there and jumped at his presence as he sat down.

"W-what? No, no, sorry" she smiled back into her naturally sweet state with a panic.

"Are you from Russia or something?" He asked eagerly, her face dropped into a panic which she tried to hide when she saw Hotch trying to ease drop- obviously wanting to know any kind of information of the new mystery member of his team, it was clearly angering him that his higher ups weren't telling him anything.

Cameron couldn't lie, not with how panicked she was- she would surely throw up everywhere if she even tried to. But she couldn't tell him the truth, it could give them a starting point to figure out who she was, who she used to be- it could get her killed.

"No, I'm not" she laughed, swallowing her sick the best she could, her face turning pale almost instantly.

"My sister lived in Moscow for a while so I learnt a few words growing up from her letters, I'm unfortunately just a boring American" she technically didn't lie for the first part, her sister did live in Moscow- just not in a graduate school by any means.