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The team had returned to the bullring weary after a week long gruelling case wanting nothing more than to throw their bags under their desk, finish their paper work and collapse into the haven of linens that was their beds. A collective sigh of anguish came from the group as they noticed the familiar, unfortunate figure stood in Aaron Hotchners office. Promising the group whatever issue she had found now would be dealt with in the morning he climbed the stairs to his office.
“Good evening Ma’am.” The agent stated flatly hoping to get the meeting over with.
“Agent.” Came her blunt greeting. No sooner had Hotch sunk into his chair had Strauss passed him a folder.
“Another case? Already?” He questioned, hoping she didn’t aim to pull the team from the elevator to chase another serial killer after they’d caught one only hours before.
“No. The director seems to have taken a short liking to this unit and took it upon himself to assign you a… gift, per se. I met him myself earlier today. I must warn you he has an.. interesting look.”
Hotchner flicked through the unusually short file.
“This is.. almost completely empty.”
“Yes. He’s been pulled from the NCA. You’ll see he has some very impressive credentials.”
“I see that. History with the DSGE. At 25?” He looked up from the file with a raised eyebrow.
“Well. Your team has a specialist in almost every area. Greenaway in sex crimes, Morgan in obsessional crimes, yourself in hostage negotiations, Jareau in dealing with the media, you even have your own tech analyst, something not every unit is privy to. A specialist in everything except-“
“Undercover work.”
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For once the team gathered at a reasonable hour, the clock ticking just past 9am. They filed in filling the meetings room taking their usual seats. Everything seemed typical for a BAU morning except one thing. There was an additional chair? They looked around at each other quizzically until Hotch entered the room, his presence always demanded attention, not just from the team.
“Good morning. Settle down we don’t have a case this morning.”
“Whats going on? Morgan asked his superior
“We have an addition to the team, assigned by the director. Agent.”
The new member walked in from the door bringing an aura of anxiety with him. He was tall. Not as much as Morgan or Reid standing roughly a head below the two. He definitely didn’t look like your typical FBI agent, for one he had piercings although no visible tattoos, for two his hair held a dark green colour. The colour of moss, almost blending into his eyes. Dressed in a standard office attire, black dress pants with a black shirt and tie with doc martens finished off with his badge clipped to his belt loop.
“Agent Grey will be joining us from the NCA.”
The team sat almost in shock some staring at Grey some at each other.
“Oh my god your hair!! That’s such a cool colour!” Garcia was the first to speak, almost jumping up from her chair.
“Oh um. Thank you.” He offered her a polite smile “Grey, although Hotchner already introduced me.”
He chuckled slightly holding out his hand to shake which Garcia quickly accepted. She gasped hearing him talk
“You’re british? I mean I know your from the NCA but you’re actually British?!”
“Oh! Uhm.. French actually. I moved to London when I was 19. I’ve been in the states just over a year now.”
“Alright, as I said no case so finish any outstanding paperwork and you can make introductions to Agent Grey as you go.”
The team quickly left the meeting room heading to their usual desks.
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Grey placed his box down onto his desk slotting next to a very lanky man with slick brown hair, and opposite a blonde woman who seemed to be an image of what someone would imagine an FBI agent would be like.
Lifting off the lid of the box he stared down at his “office items” and began organising. A book slipped into the drawer, along with a notepad and some loose pens. A small photo frame sat next to the computer, picturing a younger Grey with blonde hair and a big toothy smile along side a young girl, no older than 15, long blonde locks flowing down to her shoulders and a broad smile her head resting on Greys shoulder whose arm sat just below her shoulder.
“Your girlfriend?” A feminine voice asked from behind him. If he jumped it didn’t show as he turned.
“My sister.” he replied bluntly.
“Oh. My bad. I’m Elle Greenaway.” She extended her hand which Grey quickly shook.
“Grey”
“Just Grey? First or last name?” She asked quirking her eyebrow. The man opposite her just shrugged.
“Whichever suits you”
There was an awkward silence before Elle spoke again. “Uh.. so your NCA? That’s cool. What did you do over there?”
“Undercover work, I did the same thing for the DSGE”
“Undercover huh. I wouldn’t have thought. You’ve got a very.. unique look”
The man shrugs again.
“I’m very good at what I do.”
The conversation quickly ends as Elle excuses herself to get some coffee. The day quickly becomes a whirlwind of introductions and hand shakes. A few hours later and he had gotten to know most of the office. Except the young man at the desk next to him quickly flicking through his paper work. The speed made Greys head swim. He sat quietly looking around his new office, detailing it silently as his eyes wandered. Being new he had no outstanding paperwork to complete and the man hunched next to him clearly wasn’t interested in pleasantries. He sat in his thoughts for nearly half an hour until a voice echoed across the bull pen.
“Grey. Can I see you please?” It was Hotchner. The man in question gave a quick nod standing from his surprisingly comfortable office chair and making his way to Aaron’s office who closed the door behind him.
“How can I help you, sir?”
Hotch sits behind his desk opening the file in front of him quickly eying it over despite having read it multiple times.
“I’ve read your file. You have some interesting credentials, certainly enough for your place here, however, what I can’t wrap my head around is why is it so empty? There’s almost nothing here apart from an incomplete name, history, date of birth, medical records and psych eval.” It sounds almost accusatory. Grey is taken aback for a moment before fiddling with the cuff of his shirt.
“I.. um.. well..” The younger man stutters over his words trying to explain himself and in how much detail all while the ever imposing Aaron Hotchner stares him down. “With my certain.. area of work.. I’ve dealt with a large amount of dangerous people both international and domestic.. so while I’m not- uhm.. completely sure why you don’t have a full file as far as I’ve been told.. my uhm.. full information is confidential. Fully locked down..”
Hotch was silent for a minute. Who the hell was this kid that Strauss just dropped into his team? Why wasn’t he- his unit chief- given his full background? After a few tense minutes he clears his throat.
“I understand that. But for you to be a part of this team I need to know more than the information in this file.”
“..yes sir.”
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Spencer sat at his desk, paperwork finished and filed away, watching the window of Hotchs office as he spoke with the new agent.
Morgan leaned over to him stating his theories about the “new kid” as he named him. A spy? A criminal too specialised to not employ? Spencer had half tuned him out forming his own theories and questions but before he knew it the door opened and Grey reappeared, plopping back down into his chair looking guarded. No matter his background, Spencer didn’t have to be a star profiler to see the anxiety practically pouring from the man sat next to him.
He had been lost in thought until quizzical emerald eyes meeting his own. Reid quickly looked away trying to look anywhere but in Greys direction.
“I’m assuming you’re Doctor Spencer Reid?” The voice perforated his rapid mind throwing it off its orbit and nearly grinding it to a complete stop.
“Uhm. Yes? How do you-“
“Elle told me who you were. Don’t worry I won’t try to shake your hand.” Grey chuckled trying to make the doctor feel at ease with the introduction.
“Oh! Right- uhm- thank you?” It came out more a question than a statement and Spencer cursed himself.
“You look young.. how old are you?”
Spencer sighed. This always happened. People assumed he was unable to do his job just because he was younger than his colleagues.
“I’m 24.” It came out blunted and almost angry.
“Oh! I just turned 25! It’ll be nice to have someone my age around. I didn’t mean to upset you asking by the way.. I know what it’s like having your abilities questioned just because you’re younger.”
“Oh I wasn’t-“
Spencer was quickly cut off by Garcia entering the bull pen calling for drinks to celebrate their newest member. Grey tried to decline at first stating he needed to get home but, as always, Penelope was having none of it and insisted they go out anyway so he did because why not? His past was behind him and he should embrace this new life as Grey. Just Grey. Of the Behavioural Analysis Unit. Nothing less and certainly nothing more..