With all due respect sir

Frist Case

 Varya wakes up at 5. Goes turns on the coffeemaker. Walks back to their room and puts on some workout attire. By the time they get done, the coffee is done and the animals are awake. They head towards the kitchen "hey fri what smoothie should I have" "it seems that Wanda added a new smoothie recipe to the communal cookbook would you like me to get the recipe" "sure if I have the stuff" Varya sets up the goat feed and the bird feed before pouring their coffee. "It seems you have the right amount of ingredients..." Friday continued to explain the recipe. When they were done, they had a carrot cinnamon smoothie. Varya drank it while going down to the gym area of their building.

When they got there, it was silent. Just as they like it. They set up the treadmill. It gets programmed with a decent incline and speed. About 13 minutes later, they finish her 2-mile run warm-up. For the rest of their workout, they got an audience. Of course, they noticed but said nothing. Exactly 30 minutes after their run, they stop. "I'm going to finish up in the pool if you want to join." "sure why not Phil won't be up for a little while longer" they both get into the elevator and goes down to the basement level where an Olympic-sized pool lays.

Varya straps some weights to their waist over the swimsuit. They gracefully dive in to swim a mile to cool down. This with the weights on it takes them 20ish minutes to do. When they finish, they quickly head up to their floor. Going straight towards the shower. After the shower the hair they brush and blow-dry their hair. Once their red hair is dry and styled the way they want. Which is the top half pulled back into a bun.

They get dressed in a white long sleeve shirt under a black corset top with a pair of army green high-waisted pants. They topped the look off with black combat boots and a belt. On the way out the door, Varya grabs their purse, water bottle made the night before, and keys. "Friday let May and Coulson I'm heading to work" "it has been done" varya nods and heads towards their jeep. Putting their purse in the back chest and making sure they got their go bag all packed. They climb in and head toward work. While on the road, they make sure their hair is blonde and their eyes are full brown.

They stop at a coffee shop about 10 minutes from the office to grab coffee and breakfast. Varya heads in, orders, and goes sits down. While waiting, a familiar figure comes in. Varya said nothing, just waiting to see if the man noticed. After he ordered, he went to look for a seat. "varya ?" "Hey doc," "what are doing here" "I come here every morning before work"

"why haven't seen you here before" "I would come here more around 8, not 7:30" the doctor nods. They sit in peaceful silence. Varya only gets up when they call their name. "Hey doc you want a ride to work" "wha- how did you know" "morgan made a joke about it remember" "oh yea actually I would" he responds wearing a flustered face. Once the doctor got his coffee, they went out to the parking lot. When they made it to the car spencer looked at it a little skeptically. "Is it safe not to have the doors" "Yeah totally, you can put your bag back here, so it doesn't fly away"

varya opens the chest so they can put their purse in it. Spencer put his bag in it, too. They both climb in, buckling up. Varya turns some music up a little as background sounds. Once they get on the road, varya eats their breakfast. "Reid, relax. Everything is going to be fine, trust me" he tries to relax the best he can. While stuck in traffic, spencer speaks up "do you speak any other languages other than English?" "I do actually" "what are they?" "well I know quite a few but there are some I know enough but I'm not fluent in" " just the ones you are fluent in" "English of course, Russian and german I grew up speaking at home"

"You had to speak German at home-" "my father is german"

"French, Spanish, Italian, Dutch are all the normal ones I speak," "normal?" "you'll see"

"Hungarian, Romanian, Bosnian. Castilian Spanish, Czech, Arabic, Portuguese, Japanese, Chinese I believe I'm fluent in Latin," "why did you learn all those," "I had to for school," "14 languages for school" "not all of them some of my mother taught me I only learned 11 from school"

Varya pulled up at the FBI building. Turned off the vehicle, letting Spencer get out. Varya unlatches the chest so they both can get their stuff. On the way up, the two stood in a calm silence before making it over to their respective desks.

Within 30 minutes of clocking in, Varya could feel people staring at them. They couldn't get out of the bullpen fast enough when they were called into the round table. They could hear Garcia and Prentiss talking about salsa dancing when their conversation turned into something they could use.

"This call for you from Sean McAllister came to my phone accidentally. He sounded very hot and very important." Garcia flaunted

"Did he leave a message?" "No. But it's from Paris. A Scottish guy calling from Paris." That is when Varya clocked out of that conversation.

"Where's Seaver?" Rossi questioned "She had to take a test at the Academy. And Holland, you will meet her at another time." Hotchner answered, passing stuff around the table.

"I know we've all seen the news." "I haven't" varya spoke up "Mass murder in Miles City, Montana. 6 people shot and killed at a gas station." "Robbery?" Prentiss glanced up after looking at the tv screen. "No apparent motive," Rossi added

"Any security footage?" "No. No cameras, no witnesses," Hotchner answered dryly. "No one to snitch." Hotchner ignored them. "Ballistics say we're looking at two shooters."

"Well, something at the station must have triggered them. It doesn't look like they had much of a plan." "And it may happen again. Spree killers often repeat themselves." "death can be addicting"

"I'm sorry to reroute you to Billings, but last night, this went down." "Have you released a statement to the press?" the team lead conversed with the women they stood in front of. "No, but it's already hit the air."

"Where's the car they dumped?" varya asked, "It's over there. Agents are searching for it now. One of the vics said the shooters were a male and a female." the woman responded, "so they left a witness this time" varya talked to themself.

"How many people were murdered here?" "8. If you add the Miles City killings, we're up to 14." 'Male-female teams are usually committed to pleasing each other, both mentally and physically."

"These guys are thrill killers. They're aroused by the adrenaline rush. So they're not gonna stop until we catch them." "So this is just foreplay," morgan and Rossi added on "This isn't very sexy," Varya muttered to themself.

Hotchner isn't fully trusting of the new member is making them follow in the footsteps of some of the more trustworthy members. That is how varya ended up at the morgue with Dr. Reid and prentice.

"I mean, I've seen dead bodies before, but this is insane. They're like Bonnie and Clyde. They smashed one guy's vertebrae so bad, it looked like a derailed train." "Extreme brutality to this degree is what's known as an obliteration attack. The unsub wants to completely erase these victims from existence." Reid tried to explain the killer's basic reason of the methods of killing. Varya just pulled up their hair out of respect for keeping the bodies clean. They also grabbed a pair of gloves from a nearby station.

"Both of the vics were shot at point blank range." "What made those?" "That was a crowbar."

The ME pulled a victim out of the drawer but kept it covered while Reid talked. "unsubs are becoming more and more confident, which means their weapons are becoming more and more personal. The excitement of the brutality allows them to overcome their human inhibitions. Why is this one covered?" "It's the store clerk. Guy got it pretty bad." "In medieval times, it would just be another Monday." which makes everything so much better.

"They sodomized him with a tire iron." "That kind of overkill suggests he was the root of their aggression. Maybe they're zeroing in on what's really pissing them off." "not just another Monday anymore"