New Hope

Chapter Nine

Here's a short little soft chapter for you guys.

I really like this type of extra interactions between what happens in the episodes. Let me know if you guys like them too and I'll be sure to add more in the future.

Thank you so much for reading my little story!!! ily

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Papers shuffling, printers running, and telephones ringing...a now familiar scene to a young CIA agent who'd taken up residence in Quantico. It had been six days since her first day on the job, which turns out to be a deceitfully eventful day. Ever since the team had gotten back from their case in Oklahoma it had been work days filled with paperwork.

Morgan and Hotchner stayed in their offices, typing and writing out report after report. Meanwhile the rest of the team in the bull pin had their own case files they had to shift through. Apparently a large portion of their job was to call in profiling consultation over the phone instead of flying the whole team out on a private jet. Zoraida wouldn't have minded the monotony if she had something to do, but she didn't. She practically never had any paperwork to do for her jobs. She'd take a day to meet with a superior, verbally debrief and that was it.

Which had always worked out perfect for her, until now. Now, day in and day out she sat around the bull pin with absolutely nothing to do as a glorified bodyguard. Part of her wished this Reaper guy that was supposedly obsessed with the team would come out of hiding already to give her something to chase again. Anything to alleviate her boredom. This boredom practically killed her on day one of office work, how she's survived five more we'll never know.

She'd gone into a storage room and pulled out old case files of the team's to study. While pacing with the manila folders Zoraida had noticed an interesting looking psychology book on Reid's desk. That night she'd gone home and found an audio version to listen to.

This all had lead to the confounding scenario of her hanging upside down from the railing of the small ramp that lead up to offices and the conference room around their bullpen. She hung there, old file laid out under her on the edge of Reid's desk. Headphones in, iPod resting under her on the desk also, wires dangling and tangling with her collarbone length hair, all with a serious look on her face. She was studying the case photos as she listened to a new philosophy book Reid had recommended to her the day before. Arms crossed over her stomach to keep her white blouse in place.

Morgan stood in the hallway to his office, a truly confused look on his face. He didn't know if he should scold the new agent for her childish antics, or smile and laugh at the two youngest members interactions. Zoraida had picked up one of the photos, a frown on her face, and held it out to Spencer, asking him a question.

Looking up from his own work Spencer hadn't even seemed to notice the pretty girl he was talking to was acting like a monkey as he answered her question. Morgan watched as they talked, Zoraida's frown slowly morphing into a smile as Reid put the photo down and rested his chin on folded hands.

Rossi came to stand next to Morgan, watching the pair also. "Decided what you think about our newest edition yet?"

Morgan shook his head, crossing his beefy arms. "Every time I think I've got this girl figured out she does something else that causes me to rethink everything."

Right at that moment Spencer swiped his arm through Zoraida's falling hair causing it to fly up and whack her in the face. In halfhearted retaliation she picked up a pencil and lightly threw it at him. Rossi and Morgan smiled as the two laughed at each other, their hands skimming one another's on the desk.

"Reminds us that their both just kids who grew up to fast doesn't it?" Rossi asked, holding a file between his hands.

Morgan nodded, then paused and turned to Rossi, "But we only know that about Reid." At Rossi's expression Morgan raised an eyebrow, "What do you know?"

He held up the file carefully. "Zoraida gave this to me this morning. It's everything in her file which we're cleared to see. Said she wanted us to trust her and put her skills to good use. She hoped us knowing more about her would help. Also said that despite her choice in occupations she hates secrets."

Morgan smiled as he took the file from Rossi, "That girl is a plethora of contradictions."

Rossi laughed. "Wait till you read the file." His eyes went back to the still smiling pair as they turned back to their work.

Morgan watched as Zoraida smoothly let a few of her fingers fall onto the edge of Spencer's hand that was resting near her head. "You think he'll ever figure it out?"

Rossi laughed softly, "I think the better question is will he be able to do anything about it when he does?"