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Teamwork Makes the Dream Work:

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Case 1 Part C

Featuring: Female Reader as she joins the Team

Setting: Early Season 12

Parts A B

A/N: This is a piece about how someone with some quirks fits into the BAU. I realized I haven’t tagged anyone in this fic yet, so you might want to go back if you want the really awkward stuff. xoxo Stu

Your name: submit What is this?

“Garcia, please tell me these people don’t think I am psychotic!” You had broken down after you had gotten into your hotel room. There was spotty wifi and scratchy comforters, but you got your own room, thank Turing.

Penelope was still cranking away with all the work the team constantly sent her. Reid should put his brain to use and find a way to clone the woman already. “Y/L/N, no one thinks you’re psychotic. Though I did hear something about high anxiety and possibly PTSD?” Her voice lifted as she was trying to rush through the gossip, but also needed to be honest with you.

“Ugh, I just don’t like being touched. I almost elbowed Alvez in the face and now I have some tragic backstory, aces.” You mumbled.

“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t actually hit anyone? I am thinking they will forget it after the case. First day jitters and what have you. But, well, JJ thinks you’re good though.”  You were pacing the room, wearing your extra large Galifrey Academy tee shirt and some socks. Your hair was wet and you were debating between Hearthstone or Peggle before lights out.

“Jareau likes me?” You were surprised. “Huh, guess I don’t give myself enough credit. Alright, thanks for listening to me Garcia, feel free to ignore me at any point.”

“My newest comrade-ette, no. I am here for the whole team. Well, minus the other newbie.”

“Nighters Garcia!”

The small town cop had pulled over a pick up going 62 in a 45 mile per hour zone. He was pissed that these people couldn’t get it through their heads that the law was the law. It wasn’t even seven in the morning, where did they need to be in such a hurry? He sauntered up to the driver’s side eyeing the man in the side view mirror. When the officer was level with the window, he saw the girl’s face pinned in fear. The driver had a knife to her throat and a rag tied around her mouth.

The officer instinctively pulled his gun. “You drop your weapon!”

The man in the driver’s seat laughed and popped the door on the cop. Knocking him back in to the traffic on the two lane highway. The young woman screamed into her gag. The driver couldn’t react fast enough, the policeman was roadkill. As she slammed onto her breaks, the pickup did a U turn and left the traffic stop like nothing had happened.

Teamwork Makes the Dream Work:

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Case 1 Part B

Featuring: Female Reader as she joins the Team

Setting: Early Season 12                Beginning

A/N: This is a piece about how someone with some quirks fits into the BAU. xoxo Stu

Your name: submit What is this?

They had a jet! She was a gorgeous example of engineering and simple luxury.

“Shiny! How can you fly commercial after using this beauty?” Your approving eyes were flitting through all of the leg room. Alvez and Jareau snickered behind you. You continued inside, quickly counting seats. You didn’t have to sit next to anyone! There were plenty of buffer seats for everyone.

You hummed pleasantly as you found a window seat towards the back. The relief of personal space made you almost forget the embarrassment of the morning. Rossi sat down opposite you, watching you observe the workers on the sides of the runway. His reputation was one of the most noteworthy on the team. But you always held personal interactions above gossip and, even, bureau legends.

“The jet is possibly my favorite addition to the team.” Rossi stated, “Just don’t tell the kids, they’ll be jealous.” He added in a mock whisper.

“Good to know, I would hate to have to live up to all she has done.” You teased. “Penny says you have quite the games collection.”

Rossi smirked, “Does she? Well, that’s it, all of my mysteries have already been revealed.”

Hotch was last on the plane, he sat beside Rossi with his tablet at the ready. “Garcia, what did you find?”

“Sir, sirs and sisters too! Waupaca County Sheriff just got word that state troopers located Abigail Brown’s car in, or near rather Pelican Lake.”

“That expands the comfort zone. It is 93 miles from her last known location.” Spencer jumped into the conversation, leaning down to speak to Garcia over Hotch’s shoulder.

“Alright, Rossi take Alvez to the victim’s car. JJ, I want you to take Y/L/N and Reid to the parents’ house near Waupaca. Lewis and I will coordinate with the locals. We will have rental vehicles, please behave with them.” Hotch emphasized, which made you wonder who was in trouble with “dad” for reckless driving in the past.

“For now, rest up. We have two hours in the air and another hour, hour plus on the road.” Hotch thanked Garcia and the team dispersed to different corners of the jet. You slid your earbuds in, picking up where Simon Pegg’s voice had left you giggling last.

The plane landed on a small airstrip in Oshkosh, WI located on the same campus as the world famous EAA Aviation Museum. The clear skies and bird’s eye view had left a beautiful impression of the surrounding lakes and towns. You waited in your seat to be the last off of the jet, so as not to have anyone behind and not to slow anyone down.

The stiffness of flying twice in such a short time frame left you yearning for a jog. Unfortunately the crisp autumn air rushed your face as you descended from the hatch. You shivered against the wind and followed your new team to the waiting assortment of rental cars. JJ had snagged the first set of keys for a dark four door sedan. You cautiously hauled your Go-bag and messenger to the rear of the car. As JJ popped the trunk, Dr. Reid tossed his bags inside the trunk before you registered his presence. The shock of having him there without catching him in your periphery locked you in place.

You shook your head to clear the unsettling tinge that remained on the air. You looked deeply into the trunk and slowly inserted your belongings while keeping your head down. You made your way to the back door and slid onto the leather seat. Reid was already sitting in the backseat behind Jareau. He glanced at you, surprised.

“Dr. Reid, you can sit shotgun. I prefer the back, backseat.” You tried to look reassuring. “With limbs like yours, I imagine, the front will be more comfortable. For you.” His big eyes taking in your slow to calm nerves. He made a half smile, accepting your offer with a nod. Once Spencer was situated up front, JJ typed in the address for the Brown family and headed out of town.

Teamwork Makes the Dream Work Pieces

Case 1

Part B

Part C

Joyce Maynard

Teamwork Makes the Dream Work:

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Female Reader as she joins the Team

Setting: Early Season 12

A/N: This is a piece about how someone with some quirks fits into the BAU. xoxo Stu

Your name: submit What is this?

The elevator ride was quiet in the early morning hours. Yesterday you had spent the day filling out transfer papers, tax forms and personality tests. Today you would be meeting with the acclaimed Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, a team any agent worth their salt knew to be the best of the bureau. You had accepted the promotion from cyber-crimes without hesitation.

Moving across the country was a risk you had taken and you walked into their hive like office with the intention of making it worth it. Standing at the top of the stairs, with your back to the wall, you were able to watch the life of the room below unfold. Slowly the junior agents trickled in, this group was competitive and diligently handling the mundane details of the job the profilers were overqualified to do.

Then, SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner entered the bullpen. He walked passed you, obliviously. You were used to blending in, not physically standing out.

“Sir?” You asked to his back. “I am Agent Y/L/N, where should I set up?”

His dark eyes glanced over you, his profiling skills on automatic pilot. You raised your eyebrows in earnest, still awaiting his response. “The third desk on the left of the stairs, Y/L/N.” Hotchner finally placed you. “Welcome to the team.”

“Thank you, sir.” You nodded at your commanding officer as you headed back down the steps, to locate the desk for your time there.

The remaining profiles joined the bundle of desks as the clocked ticked closer to the eight o’clock hour. You knew each member of the team by file, so you were prepared before they introduced themselves. This was good planning on your part as not one of them approached you or made eye contact.

Dr. Reid was nearly late, he rushed in from the elevators. His tall form ducking out of the strap of his bag. Agent Jareau caught his eye, “Cutting it close, Spence.” He nodded at the blonde woman, his mouth a frog-like grimace of inevitability.

Garcia walked into the close network of conversing agents. She caught your eyes on the group and smiled. Her dangling earrings swayed as she waved enthusiastically. Your new teammates finally acknowledged you, their faces a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“Guys,” Penelope gestured towards you. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, another tech goddess has arrived, my lovelies. Be good to her.” She grunted the last bit, eyeing one agent warily. You shyly waved at the scrutinizing faces of your co-workers.

“Not quite a goddess, more of a demigod, really.” You explained, reshaping your hair behind your head. The confusion wasn’t fading from their faces. You looked up to Hotchner’s perch realizing why everyone was acting this way. “No one told you that I would be joining the team.”

It was a fact, not a question. You shared a bewildered look with Penelope and shrugged.

“Have you ever prepared a consult profile?” Agent Jareau had approached your desk after the awkwardness had dimmed over the course of the morning.

“Not officially, but I would like to. IF you can double check it for me?” Her face encouraging.

“Of course, take these and just drop them off to me when you are done.” JJ set four files on your desk. The work was straight forward, there were cases from all over the Southeast. You answered the questionnaires and went a little overboard in your notes on the analysis sections. You always felt it was better to be thorough than vague.

It was around one when the dark haired man with the easy grin on his face stopped by your desk. Alvez, you recalled, his file at the top of the BAU stack.

“Sorry about this morning, my name is Luke Alvez.” The nice agent was holding his hand out to you expectantly. Refocusing to interacting socially, you paused longer than normal to accept his handshake.

You firmly gripped his hand, “Not a problem, Agent. So you were the last newbie, any advice for the latest transfer?”

He chuckled, “Just use the skills you already have. We all say we don’t profile each other, but we do. We just don’t talk about it.”

“Profilers version of Fight Club?” You nodded, mildly amused.

“Sorta, yeah. Want to grab some lunch? I swear, we don’t always stare uncomfortably.” Alvez was really showing his sweet side.

“Sure, let me just leave these for Agent Jareau.” You stood and dropped the folders into her in tray across the aisle. As you glanced back at Alvez, he had walked towards you. He put a guiding hand onto your shoulder. You immediately panicked at the contact. Your chest and face flushed. Your combat training kicked in and you spun out deflecting his hand with a stiff forearm. Your left elbow then connected with his other palm, his strength holding you in place.

Your mind cleared and you disengaged; tense and embarrassed. After a few dozen questions coming from Alvez’ staring eyes, you exhaled. Slowly you shook the blood back into your hands. “I’m sorry, I am sort of weird about being touched.”

“You could say that.” JJ interjected snidely. Your eyes spun around the large office, every single pair of eyes were locked on your tussle with Luke. Perfect: from invisible to sideshow freak in the course of one day. Cyber crimes might have been the most obvious task force for someone with your sensitivities. But the reason you had done so well there was because even then you had thought like a profiler. ‘Well, here I am, BAU,’ you thought, ‘Might as well get the skeletons out of the closet right away.’

You did join the team for lunch, snagging a sub from the tray assortment in the break room. Reid’s furrowed brow told you he wasn’t sure how to address you. Lewis smiled gently as she chewed, you inclined your head to acknowledge her attempt. Slowly conversations began, swirling around as the team fell back into their rhythm. You continued to observe and eat quietly. Their aversion to your presence lessened and you knew your misstep in the bullpen was dismissed.

But not forgotten, it was never that easy.

“Hotch, why didn’t you tell us that Y/L/N was joining the team?” Reid asked the older man as JJ and he had a quick moment aside.

“Because I hadn’t received notice that she had accepted the position, Reid.” Hotch admitted. “Agent Y/L/N has an exceptional record. She completed and surpassed every field AND written requirement we have.” The chief’s eyes emphasized this point; the presence of their newest teammate was not to be challenged.

“You should read her consultations, Spence.” JJ added, “I think she will do fine.”

Garcia knocked on the frame to Hotch’s door, her arms full of folders and pens. “Sir, conference room when you’re ready.”

The screens flashed the faces of three victims from Central Wisconsin. All college aged women, missing over long weekends. Cars were found abandoned along highways 45 and 49.

“We got the call after Abigail Brown went missing with the same M.O.” Hotch explained. A bright eyed face from a U.W. Stevens Point ID flashed on the screen.

“How long has she been missing?” You interjected. Garcia checked her watch.

“About 17 hours, well, since she last used her phone. We can’t pinpoint it further than that.”

“The unsub usually doesn’t dispose of the bodies until a week after the initial abduction. She may still be alive.” Reid proposed.

“Unsubs, you mean.” You corrected Dr. Reid. The team took a collective preparatory breathe at the slight challenge against their genius.

“Unsubs, yes, Y/L/N.” Reid agreed.

Hotch nodded, “Yes we have a team with at least a 50 mile wide comfort zone and an M.O. that may be linked to one of the escapees.”

“If I remember correctly Central Wisconsin is not that populous. Once you’re north of Madison proper, there are tourist towns and not much else.” Rossi mused.

“The combined population of the counties where the victims went missing is roughly one hundred forty six thousand seven hundred fifty people.” Reid articulated quickly, his need to be correct clearly driving him to share more facts.

“That’s pretty specific, man.” Luke noted.

“I took known population data from 2014 and extrapolated it with population trends of the region. Though I did round the figure. I find people are more accepting when I give estimations than precise data for answers.” Reid explained, Luke was listening quite intently.

“Alright, Reid, we get it. There are not many people in the area. That means there is more open land; both deciduous forests and farms.” Hotch pointed out.

“Also, I’m sure we are going to be drawing a lot of attention.” Lewis muttered.

“We’re the FBI, we always do.” JJ agreed.

“I am presuming she doesn’t mean you, Jareau.” You added softly. Tara Lewis and Luke Alvez shared a knowing look.

“Hell, even I stand out in parts of Wisconsin guys,” Rossi addressed the issue clearly. “There seems to be a mafioso wise crack waiting for me if I am too far north of Chicago-land.”

“Alright, we’ll work in teams, like always.” Hotch cleared the air. “Y/L/N, I hope you brought a go-bag. Wheels up in 30.”