Marissa Jareau stands outside the bus station waiting for a cab, once she finds willing to take her to the airport this early in the morning.
" Thanks," Marissa says while she grabs her suitcase and scrams to the ticket desk.
The attendant gives her a sorry glance "Sorry Ma'ma all tickets for this flight are sold out." Marissa hands the attendant her ID.
"I have a ticket, under the name Marissa Jareau for Quantico Virginia." Marissas smiles at the attendant.
"Oh sorry." She does a little rummaging until she comes up with a ticket with her face in it. "Here you go Ma'ma" Marissa grabs her ticket and
"Flight 709 to Quantico, Virginia 10 minutes till departure." The intercom chirps. She breaks out into a run. Stopping at gate 41 she hands the man her ticket and steps onto the plane.
After a 2 hour flight Marissa arrives in Quantico, Virginia. Stepping out onto the ramp and she rolls her baby blue suitcase down to the ground and looks around for her Aunt. Feeling someone come up behind her, she turns around holding the womans hand.
"Wow, May you've gotten strong." Turning around she sees the blonde hair of her Aunt Jennifer.
"Hey, Aunt Jen, nice to see you." She encloses Marissa in a hug.
"May, there are some people I want you to meet, I work with these people, they are pretty much apart of our family." She takes Marissas suitcase.
Aunt Jen walks her niece over to the group of people, the first woman she sees is a girl with black hair tied up, a man with a dull looking face, who looks very strict. A brown man, who is making the girl with black hair laugh, There is a man David, I recognize he because I've read all of his books.
"Where's Spence." Aunt Jen asks.
The African American man answers. "Reid is back at the BAU with Garcia."
Aunt Jen smiles as she pulls Marissa forward "Everyone this is Marissa my niece."
The girl with the black hair asked "I thought that your sister committed suicide."
Aunt Jen got a pained expression on her face "Well as true as that is it turns out that I have a brother and May here." She gestured towards me. "Her parents were killed, and as it is I am her only living relative willing to take her in."
The man with the strict face looks at me. "Well JJ she looks a lot like you." He offers his hand. "I'm Aaron Hotchner, They call me Hotch." I nodded
The African American man hugged me "Any friend of JJ is a friend of mine, I'm Derek Morgan call me which ever."
Marissa looked to the girl with the black hair. "Emily Prentiss." She shakes her hand firmly.
Marissa look sat David Rossi, "No introduction needed sir, I love your books."
He looks past me "Jennifer please tell we don't have ourselves another Reid."
Aunt Jen gives me a shy look. 'Sorry, sir, Marissa is smart, as smart as Spence."
"Great another genius." The African American man who Marissa recently learned his name was Derek Morgan
On the way back to the BAU. While Marissa was deep in conversation with Derek, David and Aaron telling them about how I graduated High School when I was 14. She overhears Emily say to Aunt Jen.
"Have you noticed she's the girl version of Spencer. I mean look at her the long blonde hair, even though its tied up, the bag. I'm pretty sure that almost the same bag as Spencer has."
All Aunt Jen did was nod
When they finally arrive at the BAU. All you can see is this big boring FBI building.
A lady with blonde wacky hair. I'm guessing she must be Garcia reaches the car as it stops. Derek jumps out and gives Garcia a hug. "Hey baby girl." He says and she hugs him back.
Marissa walks right up to her and out stretches her hand. "My name is Marissa Jareau, I have B.A in Psychology and Sociology, PH.D in Mathematics and Chemistry."
"Wow JJ, just what we needed another Genius." Garcia says as Aunt Jen pushes past her
"Where's Spence?" Aunt Jen asks. "Reid went to go see Henry."
"Henry is my son." Aunt Jen looks towards me.
"You have a son?!" Marissa was floored. She had so much to learn about her new family. So much to take it and learn to deal with.
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Desire Of The Soul
FanfictionCURRENTLY BEING REVISED! Have you ever been told "everything happens for a reason", that's what everyone was telling Marissa Jareau when she moved to Quantico, Virginia to live with her aunt after her parents were murdered. Little did she know she w...
