Psychopath

I'm innocent

I wasn't a purest.

My coffee was tainted with milk. My eyes green had a tint of grey. I wasn't extremely short, well as an average woman in the US height calculations stated. However in an office of supermodels, I was short.

I'm not saying that because I'm ashamed of myself. Dare I say, I know I am extremely gorgeous. It's just that it's not the incredibly tall beautiful women, men are also the same.

It's safe to say everyone's personalities are just as amazing. Mine, is not. I am an arrogant know it all. It's because I do know it. 

I work for the FBI. I got a high paying job of looking at dead bodies.

Everyone knows that it can't be okay for your mental health, but it doesn't disturb me for some reason.

I was brought in for my specialty, interrogation. I was used to being underestimated. I was small, and most thought I was powerless. I could identify with the people brought in as unsubs. Being a narcissistic asshole was a part of my job description. 

Or at least it was till I joined a new part of the FBL, The Behavioral Analysis Unit., or as everyone else calls it, the BAU.

...

The room was warm, with the smell of coffee and perfume. Table set up in rows in a cubical fashion laid on the floor, making the room seem quite stiff. The tension in the room ran high and the dark-haired newcomer walked in the room. 

Her stature was 5'4" and confidence was 6'1". She held her head high and walked with a gracefulness seen mostly by the agents in unsubs coming in for questioning. 

She wore thick platform boots with a high chunky heel, bringing the small women hight to 5'8" at the very least. However she walked in the shoes like they were sneakers you wore to the gym. 

Her pants were black and tight around her thighs but let loose just before her knee, giving her a large range of motion. The shirt she wore, however, was a loose white blouse that bounced up and down with her hair. She wore a black leather jacket to top it off. She took it off and folded it on her arm so as it was easier to carry with her black briefcase.

The whole room, went still waiting for her to make a move. The was something she experienced and got over with time. The first time she moved units, she was quite nervous about scaring people away or letting them underestimate her. After switching for a while she learned a great deal about herself and others, specifically that she was better than them and they were all incompetent.

"I am looking for Agent Hotchner." She spoke in her usually gravelly voice. It surprised most of the people listening because of how low it was.

"Hello, my name is Jennifer Jerau, but my friends call me JJ."

"I am merely looking for Agent Hotchner, Ms. Jennifer, and you seem to not be him." With a composed face she pointed to Hotchner's office stating that she should knock first before opening.

The dark clothed girl moved past her without a second thought. 

Walking to the door clearly labeled, Agent Hotchner, she knocked before entering.

The whole team stood agape. 

"Did you see her attitude?" Emily spoke.

"It's like she's just as narcissistic as our Unsubs." Spencer retaliated in a matter-of-fact voice.

"That's because I am," The team's head turned towards the foreign voice, "Hello my name is Gray Ring. My friends call me Gray but I don't have any of those, so call me Ring."

Baffled the first one to speak was Agent Hotch. 

"Team, this is our new member I was telling you about these past couple of days. Agent Ring, this is JJ, Spencer, Derek, Emily, David, and Garcia is our tech analysis."

"Wait-you mean to tell me you got the agent ring on our team?" Garcia said confused.