Pandora Anaiya Moser, an FBI BAU agent. She could easily escape any situation by any means necessary -- if other agents aren't around. She had a troubled childhood. Orphaned by unknown reasons, she was forced to live in a new house at the early age...
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"She did not find the grim in falling apart. For every time she found herself to be broken, she knew she was brutally remaking herself, and collapsing to be reborn like a rioting star; haunting the dark sky." — R.M. Drake —
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"This is Agent Moser, she's a blood-spatter analyst," Hotch introduced her to Evan Davenport. His face contorted into a face of questions, but also fear. Pandora put on a fake smile.
"I'm also a profiler for the FBI, majorly in serial killers, Mr. Davenport. I use my knowledge to put myself into the shoes of killers to get a feel for what they're doing and what they've done," she reassured him. "The only blood found belonged to Patricia's boyfriend. I'm only here now as a profiler."
"Sorry," Davenport rubbed his eyebrows. "I just feel like I'm suffocating here," He looked to Gideon, "I just want somebody to tell me that she's okay."
Pandora followed Gideon's eyes as he looked past the victim's father, "Dr. Reid..." Everyone turned to the doctor as he walked closer to the group. "What do the statistics tell us?"
"If you follow their instructions and give them the money, your daughter will be returned," Reid told him.
"Done. This house is bug free," Said an agent behind the small group to a group in front of them. Pandora narrowed her eyes at the blonde agent as he waved new equipment in.
"All right, bring it in!" He yelled. She watched closely as a few more agents came in with new equipment. She watched as a case was brought in, missing the ongoing conversation around her. She looked back at the agent. His stature didn't seem right to her. Pandora looked to Gideon, Hotch, and Mr. Davenport before excusing herself to be outside. She quickly pulled her phone out and dialed the colorful blonde hacker.
"Miss Penelope, at your service," Her voice held cheer before she fauxed a sound of seriousness. "What'cha need?"
"It's Pandora," She started.
"Tell me who, Panda," Penelope's voice was sweet. Pandora always asked her multiple times about people she found suspicious, but asked her not to tell the others if it wasn't anyone important.
"Can you look into 'Agent' Shyer of the New Haven FBI unit?"
"Woah! An FBI agent?" She questioned before typing was heard through the phone. "On it. I'll call you if I get something."
"Thank you, Darling," Pandora said before she shut her phone and walked back inside.
