Clara Analise Johnson a 15 year old trained assassin is placed with the FBI's BAU team to use her spy skills for good. All she wants to do is make up for all the pain she has caused while keeping her secret from the team.
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4 DAYS LATER
Clara was sat with Garcia in her office about to play her a song she wrote. Penelope is the only one who knows about Clara's secret talent because of an incident a couple of months ago where Clara was performing a gig and Garcia just happened to be there.
Clara was sat her back facing the door with her guitar. Clara loved her guitar. Its wooden body was adorned with colourful doodles—a mix of swirling patterns, abstract shapes, and small, intricate designs that she had drawn on herself over the past year. It was the first expensive thing she ever bought.
"Okay the song isn't finished or edited and it is far from perf-."
"whats is called?" Garcia asked leaning forward like a child grinning wildly.
"State of Grace."
The young girl breathed in and out slowly before clearing her throat and starting.
"I'm walking fast through the traffic lights Busy streets and busy lives And all we know is touch and go We are alone with our changing minds We fall in love 'til it hurts or bleeds, or fades in time."
Soon the rest of the team entered the room silently smiling in shock.
Every word she sung was melodic.
"And I never Saw you coming And I'll never Be the same"
At this point Clara was smiling and strumming the guitar like using a part of her body.
"You come around and the armour falls Pierce the room like a cannonball Now all we know is don't let go We are alone, just you and me Up in your room and our slates are clean Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes"
After a few moments the room bursted with applause. Clara jumped and turned around on her chair to see everyone cheering and clapping for her. She turned a light shade of pink before turning back to see Garcia looking like she was about to cry.
"That was beautiful Clara." She spoke teary eyed.
"She's right." Hotch spoke a large smile on his face looking proud.
"I-I u-umm."
"Why didn't you tell us you could sing?" Derek asked pulling her into a tight hug.
"Its nothing really its jus-."
"That wasn't nothing lar." Rossi said patting her on the back.
"She dose performances as well." Penelope admitted.
"Pennnn." Clara groaned still a shade of pink.
A couple hours later Spencer and clara were sat at their respective desks testing each other on random facts.
"How do you even know that!" spencer almost shouted after clara answered a question about the colour that attracts mosquitos the most.
"I don't like bugs okay they feel funky." Clara replied. Taking a sip from her fruit shoot.crossing her legs making her jeans rise up.
"hey whats that from." Spence questioned looking at a scar on her leg.
"Dropped a knife on myself." Clara replied quickly the lie coming out of her mouth so quick her brain couldn't keep up.
Spencer looked a Clara again before humming in thought and returning to the questions.
"What county once had an underseas post-"
"the Bahamas."
"HOW?!"
"MY BIG BRAIN!"
Clara finished up her last file and closed her laptop, glancing out the window. Dark clouds had rolled in, and rain began to patter against the glass.
"shit."
Clara sighed, knowing she had forgotten her umbrella. She started gathering her things, preparing for a soggy walk home. As she slung her enamel pin covered bag over her shoulder, Morgan approached her desk, a concerned look on his face.
"Hey, Clara, you planning to walk home in that?" he asked, nodding toward the window.
Clara shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I don't really have a choice. I was stupid and didn't bring my umbrella today."
Morgan shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "No way I'm letting you walk home in this weather. Let me give you a lift."
Clara hesitated, not wanting to be a burden. "Morgan, I don't want to trouble you. I'll be fine. I'm British I'm used to this"
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "It's no trouble at all. Besides, what kind of friend would I be if I let you walk home and catch a cold? Come on, let me drive you."
Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, Clara relented. "Alright, thanks, Morgan. I appreciate it."
Morgan grinned and grabbed his keys from his desk. "Let's get out of here before it gets worse."
Morgan and Clara settled into his car, the rain now pouring heavily. The rhythmic sound of the windshield wipers accompanied their drive through the city.
Morgan glanced at Clara, noticing her tense demeanour. "You've been pretty quiet lately. Everything okay?"
Clara looked out the window. "Yeah, just a lot on my mind. You know how it is."
Morgan nodded, keeping his eyes on the road. "If you ever need to talk, you know I'm here, right? We all are."
Clara smiled faintly. "I know. Thanks, Morgan."
They continued in comfortable silence, the city lights reflecting off the wet streets. Morgan's presence was reassuring, and Clara felt a small weight lift from her shoulders. As they neared her apartment, Clara felt grateful for the support of her team.
Morgan pulled up to Clara's building, the rain still coming down hard. He turned to her with a smile. "Here we are, safe and dry."
Clara returned the smile, genuinely appreciative. "Thanks again, Morgan. I owe you one."
Morgan waved her off. "Don't mention it. Just take care of yourself, alright?"
