Dropped| s.reid

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Brine's POV
*On The Plane*

I shivered as I looked over the pictures from the case. Sure I knew what I had gotten into but I wasn't expecting anything like this all this early. Two men shot to death then stabbed repetitively. There eyes were open facing all to the sky. I then set the file down upside down so I couldn't look at the pictures.

"Can you stomach there kid?" I looked up to see Derek with a wide grin on his face across from me and next to Reid. Derek had seemed to take a liking to me. I looked him up and down. He was a good looking man, probably used to woman liking him and letting him flirt with him.

"Actually that phrase was born when people were coming over from the British island right before the American revolution, it was a quicker way then just asking if someone was going to be sick, and the crew along with others on the ship found that asking if someone was going to be sick would make them sick it's called the power of suggestion or even-"

"Reid." Derek said, Reid then blinked and pressed his lips before picking up the profile, running his eyes over the images without even blinking. How did he do that? I pulled my knees to my chest and looked out the window. Leaning my head on the window. "First case is always the worst-"

"Actually not so much. Some of our unsubs find that there-"

"Not the unsubs Reid." Derek said shaking his head. Reid then make a face of confusion for less then a second before a light bulb went off in his head. "Us." Reid nodded before handing the file to Derek who then stood and went to look at the file alone. I swallowed with a small nod. I was hoping that Derek was right.

Reid then stood up, then stopping and turned to look at me. His eyes running up and down my body. Then he opened his mouth but nothing came out. I raised my eyebrows at him. He chuckled while scratching his neck.

"How do you take your coffee?" Reid asked me and sunk his hands into his pockets of his kakis. I smiled. I hadn't spent enough time with him to notice if this was usually but I had noticed he was a bit awkward but I didn't expect anything else from him after all being a 12 year old graduate doesn't often sit well with other kids.

"A little cream, two sugars please." I said crossing my arms. He nodded before spinning on his heel. He seemed nervous but I couldn't pin point the source of his anxiety. Was he usually like this? Or perhaps a change in his environment? Or even that he had some kind of disease or mental incapacity that make him just shaky or nervous.

"Here." Reid said as he sat down across from me with what seemed to be a 11 sugar packets in his hands. My eyes widened as I sipped my coffee. Perfect. No one else had ever made my coffee for me. I didn't often let people but if I was going to work with them I needed to trust them and let them help when offered. And do the same for them.

"Want some coffee with that sugar Dr Reid?" I asked and he paused. Then took a sip of his coffee, a small sigh escaped his lips before he finally looked at me. Clearing his throat first.

"I actually got really addicted to coffee when I was I high school, I was 9 when it got really bad, perhaps that why I drink it with a lot of sugar. I was surprised that you only took 2 in goods because your should have been 8 meaning that your young mind was obsessed and wanted sugar, getting it anytime it could get it." Reid rambled and I smiled at him. "I'm not sure if you understood that-"

"Just because I graduated at 13 and not 12 doesn't mean I'm not understanding you Reid." I smiled slightly. He broke into a small grin. Had I seemed too mean or harsh about it? I then licked my lips while sipping the coffee he had grabbed me.

"Sorry I'm just so used to- um- speaking in lower intellectual level then what's going on inside my head." He said in a low voice. I giggled, I supposed that he was right. "Are you cleared to have a gun yet?" He asked me and I swallowed. Guns. I then shook my head, no guns for me.

"There's more than one way to kill a man." I whispered to him and he nodded. Reid was still looking me up and down with his eyes moving fast. "I don't need a gun." I shook my head. He blinked at me like he was trying to figure me out. Perhaps he carried a gun because where he grew up he felt defenseless while being beated by kids at school. Not his parents he seemed to caring, he must have had an out let for love. Maybe a mother figure.

"Or you don't want one." Reid said more to himself than to me. Was he profiling me? I narrowed my eyes. "Have you ever-" I bolted from my seat up in the air. He stopped talking while looking at me with wide eyes. Sure I was smart but I knew when and when not to pry into people personal lives.

"Don't profile me." I said quietly before going too the other room. Sure I had profiled him but I wasn't going to ask. Maybe he was just used to the team being like a family but I had been here a day. Almost running Derek over as he tried to come through. I sighed as I took a seat. Sure I knew that Hotch knew about my past, but I was almost certain that he hadn't told the team. Or at least I hoped.

The team couldn't know my real reason for joining the FBI. I needed to keep that a secret from anyone and everyone. Only those who were on a need to know basis.

None of them needed to know about the murder of my parents.

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A/N

Wellllllll dennnnnnn

Yes I killed her parents..... well her parents that don't actually exist because they are characters I made up.... but that's beside the point. I hope your all enjoying this so far.

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