The Forbidden Fruit (new)

Who?

3rd Person POV

Behavioral Analysis Unit

As Penelope Garcia is walking down the hallway on the sixth floor, just before she manages to reach the glass pane doors of the Behavioural Analysis Unit's bullpen, she hears a voice stop her.

"Uh, excuse me, ma'am?"

"Yes?" The colorful woman answers, turning around to locate the voice, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Sorry to bother you, but where can I find Section Chief Strauss's office?" The voice seems to be from a male taller than her. Even though his voice isn't too deep, it's just deep enough to be able to positively identify as a man's voice. The male appears... lost. Not only due to his lack of orientation, but he also doesn't look like someone that belongs in the building of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Then again, who is Garcia and her vibrant style to comment?

"You'll need to go up another floor. Just down the hallway and last door on your left." Penelope explains, half-confused to what the man is doing there and who he is, but not unprofessional enough not to bring it up before answering the original question.

"What do you need Chief Strauss for..?" She adds.

"A meeting. Thank you, ma'am." The male nods, before turning away and walking through the door to the stairwell, disappearing as the door shuts behind him. Garcia, still half-confused and half-curious, walks finally into the bullpen, moving to the desk of a busy Derek Morgan.

"Hot chocolate? Did bossman mention anything new about the Unit? Something to do with Strauss?"

"Not that I know of, babygirl. Why?" Morgan replies while writing in one of the many open files on his desk.

"Some guy said he had a meeting with her... white with a tad bit of tan, slightly shorter than you."

"Well, what was he wearing? What did he look like?" Reid perked up from his own desk, a confused frown on his face.

"He was wearing a poor sense of fashion. A plain dark blue hoodie, dark grey jeans, white shoes, dark hair. He had a beard. More of a scruff, though. Didn't look like he took care of it too much... maybe somewhere around Spencer's age, maybe even slightly older, not by much, though."

"Did you ask why he was there?" Morgan followed up.

"Well, if I did, I wouldn't be asking you, would I, chocolate thunder? All he said was 'a meeting'." Garcia said, just as another young blonde walked into the bullpen.

"What's this about?" JJ asked, leaning against Reid's desk.

"Not quite sure. Garcia said some guy around my age just came in for a meeting with Strauss, though he was dressed rather casually. Hoodie, jeans, shoes, unshaven."

"Well, could he have been a reporter? I know Strauss doesn't typically deal with the press, but... who else would dress that casually and be that young here? If he's someone from the press, he must be new or foreign, I don't know anyone that fits that description." The liaison presumed.

"I doubt it. How many reporters would go directly to Strauss? I mean, he may as well have just kicked himself out the building." Morgan snorts, but the humor is short lived as the neutral voice of their Unit Chief fills the bustling bullpen.

"We have a case." Hotch voices as he makes his way to the conference room, a few sighs from the team could be heard as they follow to join him in the round-table room, at which table had already Gideon and Emily Prentiss been sitting at.

Office of Erin Strauss

As the male entered her office, the first thing to be noticed was the older woman sitting at her desk, writing something in a file, one of the many on her desk, while Jason Gideon was sitting in a chair in front of her desk, on the opposite side of her.