Bellamy Warren is the newest recruit into the BAU. Her past collides with her present as new enemies are made and new relationships form.
With so much of her past haunting her, Bellamy relearns how to open up to the people she loves. But will it cat...
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"To us, for being the badass women we are in a male dominated profession." Garcia raised her drink with an umbrella and gave a goofy grin. She had already downed a few drinks.
It was a week after the case with Bardot, and three weeks after Bellamy became a part of the team. It was surprising to the brunette how fast she fell in with the team. She felt like she knew them for longer than what she did.
Bellamy laughed and sipped her water. She had named herself the designated driver, mostly because she didn't drink. JJ raised her glass and laughed. "To us!" She had finished her first drink, but was more sober than Penelope.
—
Garcia walked into the bullpen with her hand lightly clutching her head. She had her coffee in her flamboyant coffee mug, but she still had the worst headache.
"Hey, Penelope." Bellamy had approached her with a wide grin. She was almost teasing the blonde. She then held out a bottle of Ibuprofen. "Take some of these."
Garcia took the bottle and smiled weakly. She spoke softly. "Thank you, Bella. I have had the worst headache all the way here."
"Maybe you should take it easier next time." Bellamy joked.
"No. No, no, no." Garcia waved her hand instead of shaking her head like she would normally do. "I am not giving up my fun just because of a curable headache."
JJ approached the two with sunglasses still over her eyes. "Hey. How do I look worse than you guys and Penelope drank more than me?"
"Because I naturally glow." Garcia sipped her coffee and offered JJ the bottle.
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JJ was presenting the case details and she looked miserable. She had to take her sunglasses off or she couldn't see, and the pain killers hadn't kicked in yet.
And Morgan was having fun teasing her and Garcia about it.
The victims in this case were being hanged lynching-style. The unsub had crossed gender and race lines, so there was no specific fantasy. There were no connections between the victims, and Bellamy wondered if it was all random.
"Lynching was historically used as a hate crime, yet nothing in this unsub's m.o. signifies it." Reid turned the page in the folder.
Bellamy nodded from beside him. "There are no marks on the body to expose any sign of torture."
"And no sexual assault." Morgan looked up at the slideshow of crime scene pictures.
It was haunting to see a body hanging from a tree like that. The tree, a symbol of life, being used as a murder weapon gave a macabre juxtaposition.
The team quickly grabbed their bags and boarded the jet.
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"My name is Jennifer Jareau. This is SSA Jason Gideon and agents Hotchner, Morgan, Reid, and Warren."
