random spencer reid

chameleon

Y/N Daniels was a chameleon. An ex-international hitwoman, she was good at her job, having a 300+ body count. She wasn't a psychopath, or even a sociopath. She was just good at her job, and good at compartmentalizing. Her specialty were criminals. She had busted a few pedophile rings, and assassinated all of the members.

When Interpol finally caught her, with a profile provided by the FBI's BAU, they cut her a deal. She wasn't a morally bad person, she just took it to the extreme, eye for an eye and all that. She helped kill the bad guys, not put them away.

THE MORNING OF

As Y/N walked through the bullpen she could feel the stares, they were obviously trying to place her. A tall scrawny man stepped in front of her, momentarily slowing her. He had a flash of recognition and reached for her hand, pulling her towards him.

"What are you doing here." he spat.

"Starting my first day as your resident chameleon." she simpered with a shit eating grin.

A man Y/N knew was Aaron Hotchner, her new boss flew down the steps. "Reid let her go. She's here to help."

"Whatever." he grumbled, stalking off while the others looked at each other in confusion.

"Everyone, this is Y/N Daniels. She's the chameleon hitwoman we busted last week. She's been assigned to our unit as an undercover specialist." Hotch announces, while Y/N earns looks of confusion and disgust.

"But why Hotch?" a built man asks while the girls whisper to themselves.

"Alrighty kiddos. As this tall drink of water explained," she gestured to Hotch, "I am your undercover specialist. Why? Because I can change my character and identity in 5 minutes flat, and control my expressions to the point of practically perfect lying. Being profilers, you're already decent at that, but I'm here to help you look and act the part, while also being the go-to person to go undercover, and an expert on criminal behavior." she finished with a chuckle.

"How old are you?" an older white man asks with a look of genuine curiosity.

"24."

"But you've been a killer for almost 8 years!"

"Yes."

"Jason Gideon, welcome to the team." he said shaking her hand.

She reciprocated, looking genuinely surprised. "Thank you Jason."

The built man from before obviously didn't trust her but that was just fine, he stepped forward after a look from Gideon. "Derek Morgan." he practically snarled.

The girls from before approached, a blonde held out her hand with a smile, "Jennifer Jareau. JJ. I'm the media liaison."
she smiled.

The brunette reached forward and Y/N recognized her, it was Laur- "Emily Prentiss."
she interrupted Y/N's thoughts.

"But I thought-"

"Emily. Prentiss." she said with a threatening look in her eye.

"Alright." Y/N was silent for a moment. "So who's the skinny one who ran out with his tail between his legs?" she asked.

"Spencer Reid. Dr. Reid to you." he hissed, waking into the room.

"Ah. Nice to meet you Spencer." she winked.