Behave

2: Kooking Kitties?

"How people treat you is their karma; how you react is yours." -Wayne Dyer

*Katheryn Rossi*

I honestly had no idea what to say when Agent Hotchn- I mean Hotch, agreed for me to work alongside them. I was originally wanting to be in the behavioral sciences unit, but they said I was to much like my father: a field agent. So they sent me over to the BAU, and they rejected me because dad was in it.

Losers.

I lead Dr. Reid to my squad car and got in the driver's seat. Reid looked pretty bummed out, but I ignored it and started the engine. This was my city, and I knew exactly where to go. I didn't want to waste time by him driving in circles.

When we were on the road, we rode silently for a few minutes. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel, and Reid looked out the window.

"Did you know that St. Louis is 65.9 square miles?" He asked almost like he was nervous. I raised my eyebrows in amusement and chuckled.

"65.98." I corrected quickly. His eyebrows raised in surprises, making me clear my throat awkwardly. "Sorry. I nerd out about St. Louis for rookies."

"No, it's ok." He wet his lips and started to wring his hands. "I'm just not used to people correcting me."

I nodded slowly and sighed. I drove in silence while Reid was lightly humming a tune I recognized as symphony number forty by Mozart. I immediately tapped the beat on the steering wheel, making Reid's head slowly turn to face me.

"You know Mozart?" He whispered. I scoffed lightly and stopped the car, there was a traffic jam. I hated this city sometimes.

"I'm Italian. Any Italian that doesn't know classical music is a disgrace." I honked at the car ahead of me, who wasn't moving on the green light. "Abbiamo posti per essere!" I said, and groaned. "I hate the traffic here sometimes."

"What did you say?" Reid asked, and I cocked my head to the side slightly.

"What do you mean?"

"You said something in Italian. Abbiamo posti per essere. What does it mean?" He asked me, and I blinked at him, my face remaining blank.

"Sorry about that. I said that we have places to be." I flashed my sirens on and off, and the light turned red. I banged the steering wheel. "Dannazione!"

(It means damn, for future reference. She says it often.)

"Do you think they might be hurt?" Reid asked, and rolled down his window, but the car slammed the throttle, speeding down the street, almost causing an accident.

I grabbed my radio communication device and turned it on. "This is Sheriff Rossi, I have a beige four door sedan with the license plate number 69E40DQ speeding down South Tucker Boulevard and Spruce street heading west. I repeat, four door sedan, plate number 69E40DQ speeding down South Tucker Boulevard and Spruce street heading west."

There was a response, but I was so darn happy to get out of that light that I didn't pay attention at all. When we got out of the car, I had to fight the urge to skip to the door. No more traffic jams! Boom!

When we got in there, the secretary gave me a bored look. "You are the agents?"

"Ma'am, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid and this is Sheriff Katheryn Rossi, would you please tell us if the ME is ready for us?" Reid flashed a small smile as we showed her our badges.

The secretary looked Reid up and down, and a cocky smile spread on her face. "She's not ready, but I recommend you stay in here until she is."

I resisted laughing at that, and Reid went red. "Uh, of course."