Criminal minds unknown member (probably still on hold)

12. Fake it till you make it!

I storm out of the elevator and into the office with Morgan calling and chasing after me "hey wait, Rose. Come back"
We reach the doors almost the same time, I enter with Morgan right behind me and stop when I see Spencer's jaw also drop at the mere sight of me.
"Oh come on!" I shriek, because Garcia has burst out of her cave and is rushing over to me like a tidal wave.
"Oh honey I heard! Don't worry we'll get you all fixed up, come on. Let's get away from these horrid boys." And now I am being ushered into the BSU bathroom that I didn't even know we had.

Looking into the bathroom mirror I gasp in horror. "A-ah" I turn to try and communicate with Garcia "Aaaah" and fail...
She just pats me on the shoulder and whispers "I know sugar, I know. Now turn around and let the queen do her thang." Sighing I turn around and hope so much she actually is the queen at the moment.

10 minutes later My hair now looks good enough to present to the world. Just as I am admiring it and going to thank Garcia she cuts me off "uh nope. What are friends for, I hope you wouldn't let me go out looking like uh well that... not that I would go out looking like that. Ugh anyway I just got a text which means we just got a case, so grab your jammies and meet us in the conference room in 5." Then she rushes out the door as fast as her legs will take her.
Taking a breather after the wirlwind called Garcia, I turn back to the mirror and sigh once more. Readying myself to face the day I whisper to myself "Ok Rose, you got this. Just smile. They obviously want you here, I mean you didn't force this on anyone right? No, no you didn't. This isn't your fault. Ok you got this." I nod my head, check the time, look in to my eyes one last time trying to see the strength. Instead I see dark red circles and my very small,
faded scar under my left ear remind me, haunting me of my secret past. giving up I sigh once again and smile at myself, telling myself 'yep this is you, it's ok.' before turning and leaving the bathroom with my shoulders back and my head held high, just as I attempt to face each day.

Walking up to the room I hear that everyone is dead silent and I'm quite confused, shouldn't Garcia be briefing them on the case?
Wandering in the room, quietly, I see that they are all just reading a file each. There are a few stacked on the table and I decide to ask "hey, what are you doing?"
They all look up at me and smile at varying degrees. Spence look down at his file before rushing to say "uhhh well we should be on a case but we are kind of overloaded and hotch didn't know which case to choose, most teams have a liaison which picks out cases and deals with the press but because we are new and not overly built we don't have one of those. So we thought, or well Hotch 'asked' us to help him decide which case is most important case based on M.O, number of deaths, signatures and cooling off period."
Morgan slaps Spence on the back, then turns to me "yeah kid, take a seat and I'll translate Reid's gibberish, then maybe you could help us."
Morgan, silently communicating to Hotch gets him to speak up and rather nonchalantly say. "We could do with a fresh pair of eyes. Come and sit down."
Surprised and cautious, I  take a seat next to Morgan. Reid looks at me confused before boldly proclaiming "you look better than this morning" everyone looks to him and gasps. In disbelief and I retort "you know for a genius, you can be pretty dumb" I grab a file as everyone resumes work, Reid looks to Morgan who just shakes his head , so he looks to Hotch who whispers "I'll explain it later".

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On the plane after some heated negotiations between Hotch and the Miami police department we are now going to catch the serial killer media has been calling 'the red artist' because he paints his victims in their own blood as he kills them. The Miami police didn't really want our help but in such cases FBI has authority to take over.
On the plane Hotch opens up a laptop and Garcia magically flourishes onto the screen. "How can I help my cutest cupcakes?"
"What do we know about the first victim?" Hotch wastes no time getting straight to business.
"Well my lovlies, Rob Munroe was a 36 year old Caucasian male. Worked part time at a packing factory in the middle of town, mostly looked after his elderly mother who currently resides at the angles hospital in Miami- being treated for dementia and brain cancer. No apparent enemies. One sister, a miss Daisy Munroe- single, basically a nun. Volunteers at church events a lot, like I wouldn't be surprised if she set up camp and lived there kind of a lot. She gets 'donations' from the church as a means to survive and spends the remainder of her time logged in to hospital her mother is staying as well. No other family, father passed away of a heart attack 12 years ago. her sister is waiting at the police station, Miami detectives have taken a statement but are waiting for your arrival. Talk to you when I find more. The super queen of all things tech is now over and out."
"Don't you know it baby girl, can't wait to hear that sultry voice of yours again soon."
With a flick of the laptop her image disappears leaving me with more questions than answers. But no sooner can I ask anything Hotch speaks up "Ok. When we land I want Morgan to talk to the sister, Reid to go visit the crime scene and Rose you are with me."

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Hey guys! I know it has been a very long time since updating... this chapter has been sitting in my drafts for over a year and I thought if I'm not going to add more it I might as well upload it. It's quite short and not very exciting but Thankyou for reading up till here. I have plenty of time to update now so I will try and finish this story as I hate leaving things unfinished but no promises. As always Xxx MRGJHPR20.