Redemption | Criminal Minds

Chapter 3

I PRACTICALLY JUMP in joy when I am led from Agent Hotchner's office, as it was quite stuffy.

"Thanks," I grin at Agent Prentiss, yanking off the bloody blazer I have on to reveal my surprisingly spotless cream turtleneck sweater.

"Sorry about the whole whacking you in the face with a door thing," She mumbles.

"Well, seeing as how I was in there illegally; I'd say that was karma at work so try not to worry about it too much," I chuckle, gingerly touching my now clean, yet still swollen and throbbing nose.

"Don't worry, I won't," Agent Prentiss replies with a smirk as she leads me towards a dark colored door just past Hotchner's office.

She pushes the door open to reveal what looks to be a fair sized conference room, empty at the moment.

"Sit down and please try not to move," Agent Prentiss orders, stepping from the room to call up the rest of her colleagues.

I decide to disregard that order just for the sake of it and flutter around the room, fiddling with various objects.

Before Agent Prentiss returns, I have managed to break a stapler, two pencils, and a water cooler in the corner.

Agent Prentiss just rolls her eyes as she rushes back in, followed by the agents I had met earlier.

They settle down into their seats quickly and I shrug before joining in on the action, plopping down in a squeaky swivel chair.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen and super secret spy lady," Penelope Garcia rushes out as she flies into the room, not bothering to finish her sentence as she chugs a mug of coffee.

"I prefer super awesome crime fighter, but go on," I grin, steepling my fingers under my chin as I lean on the table.

"I don't think you would be considered a crime fighter with all due respect ma'am," Dr. Spencer Reid pipes, his eyes flashing.

"Do I really have to explain this to you people again, it was bad enough the first time!" I groan, pretending to bang my head jokingly against the table.

Just from my peripheal, I notice Agent Morgan smirking as I lift my head to face everyone.

"I'm sure you know our names, but why don't we go around again," Penelope pipes up with a sweet grin.

"That is Jennifer Jareau or JJ, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner and of course me, Penelope Garcia," Penelope spits out all in one breath as she motions around the table.

"What should we call you?" Spencer Reid questions curiously, his head tilted to the side just the slightest.

"Call me Alex," I grin, looking towards an irritated Rossi. You think he would be grateful that I revealed my name, but evidently not.

"Ten years of nagging and you reveal it now?" He questions with a sigh, shaking his head.

"Hey, maybe I'm turning over a new leaf," I shrug jokingly.

"Garcia, please present," Hotchner interrupts, motioning for Garcia to start.

"Ooh, finally!" She squeals, pulling something up onto the screen.

"Worley, Vermont is where you are heading next after two college students were found dead just a day apart. Maggie Ray, 19, was the first victim and was killed by blunt force trauma to the head. Tiana Richards, 22, was the second victim and died after being beaten to death. They were both dumped in well trafficked parks on the benches," Garcia explains, pulling up pictures.

"The unsub doesn't seem to have a preference. Ray was a six foot tall blonde basketball player and Richards was a petite African-American cellist," Agent Morgan pipes up, his eyes glued on his file.

"Your unsub or whatever you call them is awfully neat for someone who beat two women to death with their bare hands," I add, referring to the staging of the bodies.

"A partner, possibly?" Jennifer Jareau offers, gazing around the room.

"Worley PD has requested our assistance immediately so wheels up in 20," Hotchner deadpans, rushing from the room.

"You people do realize I'm not ready to go all the way to Vermont with just these clothes on my back?" I yell out as everyone scurries from the room.

"Do you have any extra pairs where you were staying?" Derek Morgan questions, the only person who bothered to answer my question.

"Yeah, I was staying in my car, it's parked down in the garage," I reply, thinking of my beat up duffel tucked under the seat.

"Let's go grab you some clothes then," He grins, leading the way from the room.

We take the elevator all the way down to the parking garage, where my tiny clunker car is parked in a spot far from all the other cars.

"Nice car, Fred Flintstone loan it to you?" Derek chokes out between fits of laughter.

"Very funny, har har har," I mock him, yanking the door open.

I tug my duffel free from under the seat and sling it across my shoulder before slamming the door behind me.

As Derek's eyes are elsewhere, I tuck the glinting handgun I snatched from under the seat into the back of my waistband, pulling the turtleneck down to cover it effectively.

"Ready to head out?" He questions.

"Definitely," I grin, trailing behind him as he leads the way towards wherever we are supposed to be heading.

A/N:
Yayyy!!! Hiatus is over!!! Now time for the speculation! Why did Alex grab her gun? Was it merely instinctual, for protection, or for something a bit more sinister? You will find out next chapter so keep an eye out for the next one!
-Sierra B.