New Girl(A Spencer Reid/Criminal Minds Fan-fiction) BOOK ONE

Chapter One: Day One

Deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. To say that I was terrified for my first day at work was an understatement. You see, collage was easy. In college I was liked by those of similar but inferior intellect. But here? I am dealing with extremely experienced profilers whose experience vastly out numbers the little in which I myself have acquired. How on earth was I going to survive this? I got out of my car and walked into the building. I got stuck behind two guys and a woman.

"I could have." She said flirtatiously.

"Must be tough man."

"Not really."

"What do you mean? You don't do anything and these women are throwing themselves at you."

"Strictly off limits, Reid." I tapped the one called 'Reid' on the shoulder. They both stopped and turned around.

"Hi, I was wondering if you could help me? It's my first day, and I'm supposed to find an..." I looked down at the piece of paper. "Agent Hotchner?"

"Oh, yeah, Um, that office right there." The other man replied. I smiled at both of them.

"Thanks." I turned and started walking away.

"Hey, what's your name?" I turned around, walking backwards.

"Harper. Dr. Marianne Harper.' I said, turning back and walking into the room. A dark haired woman was in there with the tall man.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I'm Dr. Marianne Harper, I'm looking for Agent Hotchner?"

"Ah yes, your the one from MIT?" I nodded. "Yes. This is Agent Elle Greenaway." I smiled and shook her hand.

"If you'll just come with us." We walked out and passed the two men from earlier. "Reid, Morgan, documents up on the screen regarding the kidnapping of Trish Davenport." I smiled at them again.

"Have you read them yet?" Reid asked.

"Yeah, I got a copy from the document examiner."

"What's it say?"

"That we've got until Eight o'clock."

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"You will follow instructions carefully. You will do this to ensure the safety of your daughter. You will wait for the call. You will answer the call at Eight P.M. You will write down the instructions and follow them to the letter."

"That gives us less then Nine hours to get to Connecticut, work up Victimology on Trish Davenport, and prepare her father for the ransom drop."

"How do we know the letter's real?" Another man asked.

"Uh, the handwriting is a match for Trish's,He dictated it to her, and they found saline on the paper."

"Her tears."

'He never says I. He doesn't say 'I will call'. He says 'You will answer the call'. He's distancing himself from the kidnapping. If he said 'I' he'd be taking responsibility for it."Morgan said.

'There's also another missing element."

'No mention of the police. Ransom notes almost always forbid police involvement."

"So is he expecting law enforcement to get involved?" Agent Hotchner asked.

"Well, if he's expecting us, Let's not disappoint him."

"By the way, everyone. This is Dr. Marianne Harper, she'll be joining the team. Dr. Harper, This is Agent Derek Morgan, Agent Jason Gideon, and Dr. Spencer Reid." I nodded.

"Hi." I said.

~~~

I was walking up to the plane when Morgan and Reid came up to me.

"Did they mention that his official name is Dr. Spencer Reid?" Morgan asked.

"No, they did not. Hello Dr. Spencer Reid."

"Hi- Yeah, well- You don't have to-You can just-"

"Well It was great to meet you both. Derek. Dr. Spencer Reid." I walked away laughing.

~~~
"Everyone familiar with the father?" Agent Hotcner asked.

"Evan Davenport, U.S. Attorney, Executive assistant, Southern district, New York. Widower, assigned U.S. Marshal three times in the past ten years due to death threats."

"Is the protective detail still current?" Morgan asked.

"Around the clock, but Trish declined protection when she turned eighteen."

"Too bad for the boyfriend."

"But why kill him?" Dr. Reid asked.

"Well, if I'm going to kidnap someone, I would now that I have to eliminate whoever is with them." I said.

"Agreed. Says here she's got a sister."

"Cheryl."

"Any problems? Where they close?"

"Yeah. They're Identical twins." Dr. Reid showed us the picture of the two girls. They were both blonde and rather pretty. They had on Maroon and Yellow cheer uniforms.

~~~

When the plane landed, we separated. Dr. Reid, Agent Hotchner, and Agent Gideon went to the Davenport's home, and Agent Morgan, Agent Greenway, and I went to the crime scene. We got out of the car to see a blonde girl lying on the ground, surrounded by body guards. Cheryl Davenport no doubt.

"What's she doing?" Morgan asked.

"Lying in the road."

"Yeah, i got that. But why?"

"Well, Chances are she's attempting to get a feel for what happened to her sister." I guessed.

"By lying on the ground?"

'That girl spent her teenage years perfecting ways to ditch her bodyguards."

'We're just happy she's in our line of sight." A woman said. I walked over to the girl and looked down at her.

"Cheryl Davenport?" Morgan started.

"Shh! Just a minute. No, I'm not crazy. I'm lying here for a reason." I walked over to her and stood by her.

"I know, ma'am. I understand that. I would probably do the same thing." I held my hand out to her. She grabbed it and I pulled her off of the ground. She dusted herself off.

"He dragged her from the car. This is where she fell. Trish is a fighter. She wouldn't have gone quietly, not even with a gun pointed at her." She said. I nodded, knowing the records would say she was right.

"She's right. There are nail marks on the car seat."

"So you believe your sister's still alive?" Morgan asked.

"I know she's still alive."

"You know the way twins know."

"Not the 'I can feel my twin's pain' Crap. If you stick her with a needle, I don't cry out. But if something is bothering her, if something is wrong, can feel it."

'There is a physiological basis for it. Reversed Asymmetry monozygotic eggs split late between nine to twelve days the DNA matches right down to the very last stranded code and there's sporadic documentation of shared physiological pain." I said.

"My gosh. You sound just like Reid." Morgan told me. I shrugged.