Erica Whitler is a recent collage graduate who all the proffesors hold in their highest regards. But is she good enough for the BAU? Does she meet Hotch's standards? And what is her connection to the team itself? (A/N Forgive me if I make a mistake, I'd only watched up to season four when I started this. Criminal Minds is one of my favourite tv shows of all time so I hope I do this amazing show the justice it deserves. Also, I will be fixing spelling mistakes and other errors as I find them so a chapter may show up more than once when I'm editing. Be warned.)

The story is about three friends, Iqbal, Irshad and Fahima. Can they survive in the deadly Afghan Valleys? Will their dreams ever come true? Or will the hope and smiles be buried under the rough earth?

Lisbon suffers and accident, and jane agrees to take care of her, they have a wonderfull night together... will this bring cosequences? will this leave Lisbon in a terrible danger?

A Mentalist fic, written about one of my all-time favorite ships, Agent Wayne Rigsby and Agent Grace Van Pelt.

Before th CBI (California Berau of Investigation), or even the realistion of a career calling, what did the young kids do? Did they ever cross paths somehow at one point of their lives? This is the story of the CBI team, before the badge.

What happens when the presumed-jailed Red John reappears in the lives of the CBI agents?

Penny has a long lost sister, who's daughter, Ollie, wants to become a theoretical physicist. Like Sheldon Cooper. Sheldon turns out to be Ollie's idol. Only 14, but with the highest grades and highest IQ out of her whole school, she becomes friends with Leonard and Sheldon.

Dear Reader, I do not have any idea why but after a dream, I found myself writing letters. Actually, it had been surprising since I wasn't one for written correspondences. I figured talking to people face to face was a better form of communication. But then, once I started writing, I couldn't stop until the last one was finished. With the help of a very generous postman, I hope for my messages to reach the hearts of the people I wrote my letters for. I don't know what they will think about it but perhaps, if I let you read what I have written, you can help me discover just how much of an influence they were to me and I to them. I should be gone by now but perhaps, at the end of the last letter, we both would have learned from each of the men I have once loved. Lots of Love, Jane