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  [ Evans  ]

The elevator doors open with a ping. Stepping out into the hustle of the Quantico FBI BAU headquarters is a bit overwhelming and something I never thought I would do. I take it all in with a smile. A stern, tall man in a suit walks up and offers out his hand. I take it with a firm grasp and shake it once before letting go. 

"I'm SSA Aaron Hotchner. We spoke on the phone. You must be Ms. Evans." I nod with a confident smile. "Luckily, you arrived on an off day for us. Our team returned from an assignment yesterday. If you would follow me, I will show you to your new desk." I follow him through the glass doors. 

"Sir, do you have any idea when your... our next assignment will be?" I question anxiously as I rush to keep up with his fast pace. My short stumpy legs can not keep up with the tall man's long legs. 

"No. Not necessarily. It might be a week or so before a new case pops up and we are invited onto." He answers. I nod and fall behind him. He takes a sharp right and stops right in front of an empty desk, which I can only assume is mine. "Here is your new desk. We're waiting on Morgan to come back from a personal matter. Once he's back I'll introduce you to the team." 

"Thank you, Sir." I nod to him as he walks away. I take a deep breath as I sit down. I set a few things on my desk: a few pictures, and a pencil holder I made in the second grade. I take one more look around the BAU. This might be my only down time I get for a while, so I need to soak it all in while I can. 

"Evans. We're ready." Agent Hotchner waves me in. I hustle to catch up to him already walking up the stairs. He leads me into a board room with a circular desk in the middle with five other people sitting around it.

"Everyone. I'd like you to meet our newest member. This is Agent Lisa Evans, She transferred from the Portland unit to the BAU. Lisa Evans, this is Jennifer Jareau, Dr. Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Derek Morgan, and Penelope Garcia. How long until our next case, Garcia?" 

"Just waiting on the email back, sir." She answers as her fluffy, light up pen taps on the table a few times before she picks it up and spins it between her fingers. Not a nervous tic, more of a little activity to keep her hands occupied so she isn't board to death. I practice my profiling skills as I stand before the group of experienced profilers.

"Great. Expect to be leaving in the next day or two, but today is a paper work day. Get going." Hotchner brakes the meeting and we all go our separate ways. I head back to my desk and unpack the rest of my things. I decided not to bring much on my first day. I wanted to see my desk to know what would fit on it. I adjust the picture frame on my desk so it's perfectly crooked.

"Hey, Evans, right?" A woman asked. I turn around to see, I think her name was Jareau.

"Yeah. And you're... Jareau?" I ask unsure. She nods, confirming that I was right. I had a feeling I was right, but in the off chance I was wrong I didn't want to make a fool of myself.

"J.J." She corrects. "Whole lotta names you had to learn up there. Surprised how quickly you learned them all." She jokes as she leans on my desk.

"I've always been pretty good at remembering names; but it's not that impressive. If anything it's just a lame party trick." I joke. She chuckles, her eyes happy and bright.

"If you don't mind me asking, why the transfer?"

"My team, we fell apart. A few agents weren't following protocol, they made some rash decisions, and went behind all of our backs, putting the team in a hell of a lot of danger. Most members were fired, but a few were reassigned. I had always been the one on my team to more or less profile our unsubs, so they thought it best fit if I transfer here; after my profiler training, of course." Her phone rings.

"I'm so sorry. I've got a sick little boy at home. If you'll excuse me." She steps away as she answers her phone. The man sitting in the desk behind me slides himself over next to me. I think he was Dr. Reid. His smiles a wide and happy smile, his eyes twinkle in the light making him look happier then he probably is. I notice everyone here looks happy; but from what I have heard, the BAU has seen some harsh cases.

"Did you know, Elvis served in the army after he became famous. He was granted a deferment to finish up a film, but after that he went into the army. Shortly after joining, he received emergency leave to be with his ill mother." He explained as he talks with his hands.

"Elvis?" I question, utterly confused. 

"Agent transferring due to assignment failure. I can only assume you were assigned Graceland." He pauses with a smile. Agent Hotchner just said that I was a Portland transfer, does this guy even pay attention? He seems cute, so I take it easy on him.

"Actually. No. Not Graceland, Portland. But close. You got the 'land' part right." I chuckle at my own joke. After that weak joke, I realize how hard I'm trying and how desperate I look. I've been so nervous about starting this new job, and all I want is to be accepted. I'm trying too hard and they all can probably tell. I start to sweat, and I notice Dr. Reid also starts to sweat. He scratches the back of his neck as he slowly begins to speak.

"Do you, uh. Do you want to get coffee?" He stutters. "I have most all my paper work done and judging by the fact that you just arrived, you have none to begin with."

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"One medium iced mocha and one regular black with creamer." The barista calls out. Reid jumps up to grab our drinks. He waddles back with two cups in hand. He passes me mine as he sits down across from me. 

"You know, iced coffee is more expensive because it uses more resources to make it. Since they most likely will put the coffee in a plastic cup and re-brew it before serving it, they up the cost to compensate."

"And you know this because...?" I lift an eyebrow as I sip my iced coffee.

"I have an eidetic memory and an I.Q. of 187." He declared.

"Wow. Impressive."

"Thanks. It comes in handy with cases." He sips his coffee. His phone pings. He digs in his brown satchel to pull out his phone. "It's Hotch. Lunch break is over." He utters.

"Darn. I wanted to hear more coffee facts." I mock, in the kindest tone that sentence could have.

"Hey! Don't test me. Just because of that, you'll get every fact I know about coffee on the car ride back to the office." He jokes. And just as promised, I got at least 7 facts in the 6 minutes it took us to drive back. Everyone went back to work and I tied every lose end that had been pending from my transfer.