Agent Attraction

Chance

(A/N: The information used in here for the cases are made up)

I wake up to the dull beeping of my alarm clock. I stretch and slowly get out of my bed, I go get my mail and come in to make waffles and coffee. As I'm waiting for the toaster I flip through my mail. Bill, bill, check, bill, magazine... The last envelope is red white and blue striped, what the hell? I open the envelope and grab the paper inside, its a letter addressed to yours truly. I carefully read it. Hello! We here at the Behavior Analasyst Unit (BAU) have reviewed your resume and think you'd make an outstanding member of our team. If you're still interested please report to the office building of the address below. We hope to see you there!
I scan the address and type it into my phone, only about a 20 minute drive from here. I also read the date they wish me to be there and it reads August 23, 2017 at 7:30 am. I smile, ok good I have a day to go to the paralegal office and tell them I'll be leaving.
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*beep beep beep* I feel around for my alarm clock and finally turn it off, 6:00 am. I roll out of bed and pick out a nice pair of black leggings and a gray top. I set my clothes on the bathroom counter and get in the shower. I get out and get dressed, I blow dry my hair and leave it half down and half up. I apply a little makeup and go into the kitchen, I make some toast and eggs. I eat and put my dishes in my dishwasher. I grab my book bag and a bottle of water and head out the door locking it as I leave. I get in my car and punch in the address from before and follow the GPS route to the building I've always dreamed of working in. When I arrive I check my watch 7:10. I have 20 minutes. I take a deep breath and walk into the building. The lobby is real nice, there's a blonde lady fighting the coffee machine. I walk over to her and smile, "Sorry to bother you but do you happen to know where the BAU floor is?" She turns around smiles, "You must be Skylar Martinez, I'm Penelope Garcia, you can call me Garcia. Oh, I'll also show you where the floor is." I follow her into the elevator and we go to floor 3. We both walk out and she calls for someone named hotch, his name sounds real familiar. I tall, thin, older man comes over, he looks at Garcia and then me, he smiles. "I see you two have met already, we also have a case meeting in about..." He looks at his watch, "thirty seconds." We follow him into a conference room. I sit down in an end chair. Garcia goes up front and hitch sits next to me. A pretty blonde lady comes in and takes the other end seat, after her another older, but slightly short guy comes in, his hair black and gray. They're followed in by a young light brown haired fellow, who looks nervous. Laslty a raven haired woman and a tall, very handsome man comes in. The lights dim and Gracia points to one of five dead bodies on the screen. "This was Emily Smith, 17, she had brown hair and brown eyes, she was short, just like the other girls. However the ages are quite random seeming." She hands everyone a file. I skim through it, 11, 17, 23, 29, and 35. "Uhm, the ages seem to be spread out by 6 years each, but judging from the dates of the victims he goes low to high, so his next victim will be about 41 years old. And his killings are getting closer and closer together." The handsome man finishes my sentence, "He's getting more aggressive, more confident, and probably less careful. The first victim was taken when she was alone, wandering around a parking lot. The last was taken from her own bedroom." I nod, "He thinks he won't get caught no matter what level of risk he takes." The guy smiles at me. Then hitch clears his throat, "Ok, wheels up in an hour." Every dispurses from the room except for Garcia and the guy. He approaches me, "I'm Derek Morgan, you can call me whichever you'd like." I smile, "Skylar Martinez, and you can call me either as well." He leaves after giving me and Garcia both smiles. I turn to Garcia, "what does wheels up mean?" She smiles, "you guys leave on the jet, you'll need another outfit or two."
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Garcia and I get back from my house and I'm packed, before I go to get on the plane she hands me a piece of paper, "if you need anything give me a call." I smile, "thank you." I get on the jet and shut the hatch. I sit down at a small table and begin looking at the files again. Looking for some kind of pattern with the locations. The light haired guy from the conference comes and sits across from me, he holds out his hand and I shake it. "Hello, my name is Spencer Reid, everyone calls me Reid." I smile at him, "Skylar Martinez, I don't know what people call me yet." He smiles and laughs a little bit, "What are you looking for?" I sigh, "This guy has patterns in everything, young to old, by the difference of 6 years, more risky each time, brown hair, brown eyes, and it makes me think he might have a pattern with the cities." He thinks for a moment and pulls out a map and plots down the five places, they seem like he just took a map and threw darts at it. Reid and I sit at the table in silence straining to find a pattern. I must've fell asleep because next thing I know I was being shook awake by Derek. I rub my face, "Ok, I'm up, I'm up!" I sit up and everyone's looking at me, "Did I do something in my sleep?" The blonde laughs, "No, you made us have a longer flight though." I look at her weird, "Martinez, thanks to you and Reid we know he will strike here instead of Salem." I smile, "So where are we?" Derek smiles, "Sandpoint Idaho." I stand up and grab my stuff. I walk out of the jet and we head to the sheriffs office, I got to know the rest of the team on way. We walk in and the sheriff has us show our badges, which Rossi had just handed me when we walked in, and we walked through metal detectors. He led us into a room where we could see a man sitting in a room. Rossi clapped my shoulder, "You go in there in ten minutes." I look at him, shocked, "Me?" "Yes, not only will it make or break your spot on the team, but your small and a woman, sheriff said this guy probably has information on the killer." I grab the file and read through it for the next ten minutes. I walk out the door but Derek grabs my arm. "Be carefule, and if you need anything you'll be able to hear us in your ear." He puts a device in my ear, "I will come in and help only if you say 'I need coffee.'" I nod and walk inside the room to face this creep.