Solace in Secrets (A Criminal Minds Fanfiction)

~One~

Ever since I was a little girl, I have been different. I became a spectacle when people realized I always seemed to know the answer to everything. I became a spectacle, an outcast. When people realized I always seemed to know the answer, I was ostracized.

My mother used to call it my "magic trick", because I couldn't tell anybody how I did it. Though... if that was because even I didn't know, well... to my mother, nobody needed to know that. All that mattered to my mother in that regard was that my mind was that of nothing nor nobody else.

A few months ago, I was scouted by the FBI. Despite being hesitant, I agreed to join the bureau. The figureheads did decide to forgo the academy, however I opted to work on my strength, as well as taking and passing my firearms exam.

Today marked my third week with the FBI, beginning my time with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. Due to my vast array of assets, it was decided that in order to best determine which unit would benefit most from my talents, I would serve trial runs with most units.

I digress, this unit, the BAU, is the unit in which I am most excited for, alongside being my most dreaded.

"You," I breathed, "can do this."

I blinked, turning my face from the image in my mirror... that perfectly crafted mask of professionalism, an appearance as natural as porcelain on my exhaustion riddled face. Rising from my seat at my vanity, I walk back through my dreadfully empty home as anxious thoughts bubble up in my mind.

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"What if they're horrible and-and... mean?"

"Baby girl, you know I love you, but you cannot react like this and assume this way each time a new person pops up," I spoke, attempting to reason with her.

Garcia hmphed and walked away, muttering more anxious nothings to herself. I found myself turning my attention to the empty desk across from my own.

At some point during my empty staring, Reid showed up and joined my staring. "What exactly are we staring at." He asks, cocking his head to the side.

"I don't exactly know."

Shortly after I finish my response, the familiar sound of the bullpen doors opening sounds in my ears. Reid and I both turn to look for the source, and there stood a young woman.

"Oh, um... hello, gentlemen," she spoke, a sound that seemed almost rehearsed, "this wouldn't happen to be the BAU, would it?"

"Well, that it is, Little Lady," I winked, "but, if you don't mind me asking... who might you be?"

Just as the curious young lady went to respond, her mouth opening to that of just a fraction needed to utter her response, another voice sounded out.

"Well, if it isn't Nicoletta Jerone," said voice chimed in from behind her, "what an absolute pleasure it is, meeting again."

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