The Twelve Crime Countdown

(Y/N)'s POV

A twinge of nervousness settles in my heart. This will be my first day as an FBI Agent. I checked again and again to ensure I had everything I needed before heading out, patting myself down. My phone, keys, wallet, and other things are in my bag like they are supposed to.

I swung my front door open and left with quick strides. My car sat shining brightly in the summer sun. The metal burned my fingers from the heat.

Dropping my bag into the passenger seat, I started the engine and made my way to the BAU. The AC blasted nice cooling air, and music filled the car from the speakers.

The drive gave me a relaxed state of mind, strolling into the building with my bag in tow. Birds chirped their morning call amongst the trees. Sunshine warmed my skin before opening the front door.

Cool air spread through like a wave. "Mx. (L/N)," A man that I knew as Jack Crawford came to the front doors to meet me. He was an older man in a navy suit.

"Yes, Mr. Crawford?" I shifted on my feet, listening closely to his next words.

"I wanted to welcome you to the BAU. I am the leader here as you know." He shifted on his heel, I walked with him as he led me through the place. "This will be your spot."

He led me to a cubicle against the wall with a tan blocker from office spaces next to it. My space sat on the outskirts of the sea of coworkers. Paper rustling, talking, and keyboard clacking filled my ears.

The smell of cheap coffee hit my nose and I looked down at my blank new spot. The only life the spot had was a navy office chair and a dated computer.

"Feel free to make the space your own and come see me in my office." He gave a curt close-mouthed smile before leaving me to my own devices.

I felt deeply out of place at this moment, like a fish out of water. I collected a deep breath and sat down, disappearing out of view at my desk.

I slid my computer bag on my table. I tried to quietly pull the zipper as if I were a mouse sneaking around someone's home. I did not know what to bring to decorate so soon, so this wouldn't take too long.

I dug in the depths of the top pocket above the one that carried my precious laptop. My fingers ran across a postcard.

The card had a beautiful four-season resort near by a beach. My parents gave me this card from some time ago. The picture has since faded and a corner and been turned up at the top left side. I still dreamed of the chance to go at least one time.

The warm sun against my skin as I explored the beach. Or bundling up and enjoying indoor activities in seasons when it's too cold. My eyes shut as my imagination painted pictures of the enjoyable resort experience.

I could almost feel the warmth and smell of the ocean. I shook my head to get myself back to the task at hand. The image slowly faded from my mind.

I'll need to get thumbtacks or tape next to pin this up, but for now, I leaned it against the computer and slowly got to my feet.

Now, where would Crawford's office be? A woman with blonde braided hair came strolling in my direction. She had occupied herself with her phone in one hand and a cup in the other.

She sat down at the desk next to mine. Her seat was drawn out into my path for a short second before she sat down and scooted in. Her seat narrowed the path slightly, but not enough to cause me any problems passing. She might know where his office is.

"Excuse me?" I lifted a finger waiting for her response. She slowly turned to look over at me.

"Yeah?" She closed her phone and set it on the table.

"Do you know where Crawford's office is?.. I'm supposed to see him after settling in." I slowly explained myself.

Her eyes slowly widened at me. "You're the new person." She moved in her seat to face me. "He wants to give you the new big case." She mumbled in disbelief, looking at me up and down.

I felt ten times smaller under her judgmental stare. "His office is down the hall that way." She pointed behind her to a well-lit hallway.

"Okay, thanks" I squeezed past her chair and made my way to the hall. I could hear her snicker behind me.

This case can't be too bad, could it? It would be a lot to ask of a new hire at such short notice.

My stomach felt twisted up in knots. My brain doing mental gymnastics to try to think of what she meant. I knew this job would be nowhere close to easy, but this might be too much.

I knocked gently on the door and waited for a moment. "Come in," his voice called from the other side of the wooden door.

I opened the door and took two steps into the room. "You wanted to see me, sir?"

"Yes, I did. Please, take a seat." He directed my attention to the two seats in front of his desk.

"I wanted you to help on this new case that came in. 8 girls have gone missing."

"Not dead?" I tilted my head slightly, my brows knitted.

"We don't know yet. I can talk you through what we know so far. You will be working on this case with me and a man named Will Graham." He shifted the papers on his desk.

"Will Graham?"

"Yes, have you ever met him? He has a special way of thinking. He could make jumps that he can't even explain." His face never falters from his serious deadpan face.
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