Criminal Minds
In which Charlotte Morrison joins the BAU, sick of dealing with the aftermath of crimes and wishing to stop them at the root. What happens when the woman is met with a whole new world of profiling, action and even some unexpected roma...
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Charlotte Morrison turned around to face the doors of the elevator she stepped into, hearing the ping that indicated it had closed. After going through a ridiculous amount of security checkpoints, she was now only a few moments away from getting to the Behavior Analysis Unit floor, her new workspace.
Turning to the mirror on the elevator's door to her right, Charlie adjusted her button up's collar, as she took a deep breath.
This was her first day with her new team, or, rather, her first day working at the FBI at all. Sure, she'd worked with them before: as a forensic psychologist, it wasn't unusual for law enforcement to request her help. She was highly regarded in her filed, after all, a fact that her PhDs contributed to. It wasn't outside her comfort zone to try to understand criminals, or to guide victims through recovery.
But the more physical part of the job? All the possible fights, kicking down of doors and shooting of guns? That wasn't something she was used to, even after all the training she'd had to go through. She was still hyperaware of the gun in her briefcase and of the go bag in her hand.
So, she took a deep breath, rolled her shoulders and tried to relax her hands, seeing as she was clutching her belongings so hard her knuckles almost became white.
Yes, the BAU was a prestigious and highly skilled unit. But so was she.
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Standing in front of her new boss's office door, Charlie bit her bottom lip. Once she knocked, there truly would be no turning back.
So, she reminded herself of why she was here: Charlotte was sick of seeing the aftermath of the most heinous crimes. She was sick of trying to help her patients heal from encounters they never should have had, sick of trying to rehabilitate the criminals who didn't want to be rehabilitate themselves. As she usually dealt with more severe crimes, it was rare that they did.
She wanted to work at the root of the problem. She wanted to stop the crimes, not deal with their aftermath. She wanted to catch the "bad guys" before they could do any more harm.
And she wanted to stop the evil as soon as possible. She wanted to stop the evil... at it's root.
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After finally knocking on the door, politely but firmly, Charlotte heard a voice coming from the inside.
"Come in." It instructed.
And that she did. Opening the door in front of her, the blond girl walked to the desk, moving to shake his hand. "Agent Hotchner?"
"Yes. Dr. Morrison?" He asked, standing up to shake her hand back.
"That's me." She smiled, moving to take her paperwork out of her briefcase, letting it rest on the chair by her. "Oh, I have the paperwork for the transfer right here. My file, too."
