Being part of the BAU is difficult, being a new profiler and being put onto one of the closets teams in the FBI is intimidating to say the least. Everyone at the academy knew about Aaron Hotchner and his team; how close they were and how much they loved each other; so it might take a while to become part of the team.
"So are you ready to meet the team?" Penelope's question snapped me out of my thoughts, her perky tone not easy to ignore.
I nodded, and she lead me to the debriefing room.
"Well agent, welcome to the team." Garcia gave me a smile before leading me into the room. Five agents were already sitting around the room when we came in. I bit my lip, my one tick I only ever did when I was getting nervous or anxious. "Ok guys, before I go over the horrifying details I want you to meet..."
"Agent Y/N L/N; had a full ride to Stanford, graduated with a masters in criminal justice and a bachelors in Psychology. A former detective in Houston, and lead detective on the Isreal Keyes case." The agent with ruffled hair interrupted, reading from a file in front of his face.
I felt my cheeks heat up a little when he read my file, and it only intensified when I made eye contact with him. His big brown eyes were so warm and inviting. I quickly snapped myself out of day dream; don't mix business and pleasure, never again I reminded myself. Never again.
When everyone was done with introductions, I took a seat next to Reid and soon Garcia started reviewing the next case.
"In the past two weeks over ten children have gone missing from foster homes in New York. Seven have been found in ally ways and behind businesses..."
"You might want to look away Y/N, some of these images can get pretty gruesome and heart breaking." Spencer whispered, placing his hand on my wrist.
"It won't really do much." I whispered back before mumbling; "You can't really do much more damage." I hoped he didn't hear, I didn't need someone profiling me. When he didn't day anything I looked back at the monitor getting details on our case.
I was sitting alone on the jet, i listened to the team discuss facts and probabilities, not really speaking unless I was asked a direct question.
"Do you know how many children are living in the foster care system in New York?" I heard Spencer ask the team, but before he could answer his own question I piped up.
"Just a little over 13,000 ranging in age from 2 to 18 and thirty-one percent of all New York foster children located in the Bronx..." I ended up trailing off when everyone started staring.
"Yeah... you – you're right." Spencer mumbled, looking a little flustered.
"I'll be damned, you've got some competition Spence." Morgan exclaimed clapping Spencer on the back.
I blushed again, that was the last thing I was trying to do, out smart the boy genius.
—- Spencer's pov —-
I saw the blush creep up her neck and onto her cheeks, almost like she was ashamed of knowing those numbers. I mumbled a quiet excuse me before walking to the back of the jet and calling Garcia.
"How can I help the boy genius?" She asked when she answered the phone.
"Can you do me a favor?"
"Depends. What am I using my mojo on?"
"Y/N L/N, I need a little background information on her.Tell me what isn't in her file"
"OK." I could hear the tapping of her key board before she gave me what she found. "Well there's really nothing here, most of it is sealed. But I can tell you that she's the youngest of three, has two older brother; ones a mechanic the other a school teacher. She graduated from Abilene High School. Her mom passed away from cancer in 2006, and her dad lived on the family farm in Abilene. Was an officer for couple years before becoming a detective, and came into the FBI. That's it Spence, that's all there is I can find."
