𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 ,, s. reid

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     𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 walked around town with her head held high. Nothing was going to prevent her from doing her job. Hearing peoples conversations as she passed by them, taking note of every little detail in her day, until she stood in front of the National Center for Analysis of Violent Crime.

She sighs, looking at her surroundings before stepping into the building. Her brown hair swayed behind her back while her heels clicked on the marble floor, all the way up to the front desk.

"Hi, I'm SSA Scott, I'm supposed to consult on a case for the BAU." Her eyes focused on his eyes. His eyes told his whole life story. His guard was down, so it was easy to tell he found her hot. His eyes meanwhile, were focused on her white blouse.

Verena could tell he grew up rich. With his parents, giving him everything he ever wanted. "What's your name, sweetheart?" He asked winking at her, sending shivers down her back. "My name" she slammed her hands down on the counter, "is SSA Verena Scott." Repeating her earlier words, but with more force. "And I'm supposed to consult here on a case for the BAU."

"Women are never good at this type of job." The man scoffed, going back to his phone, which seemed way more interesting now that he heard her speak. "Okay, well if I wasn't good at my job, I wouldn't know that Mommy and Daddy cut you off around a month ago. Your girlfriend left you right before that, and now,"

She paused again and looked at his glasses, the reflection showing a bank statement. "Your apartment is getting foreclosed. Is that good enough for you," she looked at the nameplate on the desk, " Mr. Sanchez?"

He faltered and rested his phone on his desk. Typing for a few seconds into his computer, he found what she needed. "Floor 6, here is your badge and security pass." The brunette took them off of the front desk, and smiled. "Thank you, have a nice day."

Her Black Stilettos clicked against the ground with each step as she entered the elevator. Pressing the '6' button, she heard a voice. "Hold it open!" Verena pressed 'hold' for the man. He rushed in and saw the button for his floor was already pressed.

"You must be the consultant on our case, I'm SSA Derek Morgan." The man, now given the name Morgan, held out his hand to shake. Verena scrunched her nose and moved away from him. "I'm not big on handshakes. It's a germ thing." She shook her head to get the hair out of her face, brushing some back with her hand.

Silence filled the confined space until a 'ding' was heard. Morgan scratched his neck and followed he lead out of the elevator. She stopped to look around before heading up a small ramp. He followed her from there with his eyes, watching as she knocked on the door to Agent Hotchner's office.

Hotchner looked up from the file on his desk at his door. "Come in" he said loud enough for whoever it was to hear, before it opened. Agent Scott stepped in and stood before his wooden desk. "SSA Scott, I was brought in for the case." Her stone face made Hotch know there was a wall between her and her emotions. She was showing what she wanted people to know.

"Yes, I'm calling in a meeting right now." He pressed a button on his phone, and it called the group. "Meeting in the breifing room, right now." And he hung up. "Please, follow me." He lead her out of his office and down to the breifing room. Verena rolled her eyes and followed him out.

"Everybody, this is Agent Verena Scott, from the BAU in New York City. Agent Scott, this is my team. We have David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jaerau, and Doctor Spencer Reid." Prentiss held out her hand to be shook, and Verena simply looked at it.

"I don't shake hands." Emily withdrew her hand, and stuffed it in her pocket. "Why don't you sit down and Garcia can brief everyone." The team watched the girl pull back the chair, wipe it with her sleeve, then sit down. They were all then handed folders and looked up at the peppy blonde to start working on the case.

  "Okay everyone, listen up!" Garcia turns on a presentation, showing a map with pins all dotted around each other. "We have multiple reports of triple homicides in Dallas, Houston, and many more cities in Texas, all with the same M.O." she cuts to a next slide, with pictures of dead corpses. "Strangled, then stabbed each 10 times. 5 in the chest, and 5 in the face." Dr. Reid places the folder back onto the table and askes a question. "Who is the unsubs type?"

  "Good question boy genius, and I have no good answer. They're taking anybody they can get it looks like. First victim, Alyssa Bardow." A picture flashes onto the screen of a picture of her, alive and well, then to the right of it, bloodied and blue.

  "Second victim, Tyler Olcott." Another slide popped up and Verena looked down. "Everything okay Ms. Scott?" She whipped her head back up. "No, he was.. just a friend of mine."

  "Okay.. third victim was another woman by the name of Jessica Pench." More pictures flashed on the screen, and Verena tried focusing well on the presentation, but the image of her bestfriend, lying dead in a dumpster just haunted her. She couldn't believe her best friend was 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝.

AN:

ew i hate this story already. If things dont make sense, just drop a (not rude) comment and I'll see about fixing it. Comments and votes are appreciated <3