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"i'll be needing sitches."
-shawn mendes, "stiches"
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Twelve years later, Annie Paron was walking up to the building where her new job was. She was an FBI agent one for the BAU, a profiler. Annie was good at her job, the reason she was being transferred to Quantico, Virginia for a spot on a team.
Riding up the elevator alone was odd, every other job Annie had the elevators were always at full capacity. Just another thing the strawberry blonde would have to get used to. Smoothing out her blouse, Annie strutted out of the elevator doors. Her black work pants clinging to her slim legs. The white, tight blouse showing off the right amount of curves and the black jacket matched Annie's pants perfectly.
Annie had always been perfect.
"You must be Agent Paron," a tall man that looked to be in his thirties to forties walked up to Annie, his hand held out for her to shake. "I'm the Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner. Everyone just calls me Hotch."
"Of coarse, nice to meet you, sir," Annie said formally.
Hotch directed her forward, moving to walk next to her. Annie shouldered her black bag and smiled at him. Hotch talked as he walked, "Strauss told me you would coming. I hope this will be up to your expectations." He said as he showed Annie her new desk.
Nodding, Annie set her go-bag down. "It's perfect. Thank you."
"I'll introduce you to the team," Hotch walked up a ramp and to a conference room. There was a circular table in the middle of the room with a screen to the left of it. Putting a hand on Annie's back, Hotch introduced her to the team. "Everyone, this is Agent Annie Paron and she will be a new addition."
An African American man walked up to Annie with a smile on his face, "Nice to meet you, Paron. I'm Derek Morgan."
"Pleasure," Annie shook his hand. A blonde came up next and just smiled, "Jennifer Jeraue, but everyone calls me JJ. I deal with the press."
Shaking her hand as well, Annie nodded. "Annie."
"Emily Prentiss, welcome," the dark haired woman said as she sat down at a seat.
A tall man with brown hair that was somewhat long, nodded with a wave. "Doctor Spencer Reid, but everyone just calls me Reid."
Annie nodded and the last man introduced himself, "If you don't remember me, Paron, I will be very mad."
"Nice to see you again, Rossi," she smirked. They had worked a case together a couple of years ago when Annie was just getting started.
"Let's get started," Hotch instructed and everyone took a seat.
JJ stood and she held a remote in her hand. Files were placed in front of each of them and they watched as a picture of a woman appeared on the screen, "This is Delilah Grennan. She was bludgeoned and raped during the night at her home in Lower Canaan, Ohio."
