Fandom Criminal Minds~ [Open - Limited Spots!]

[Anaxileah]

This is where the role play will begin! No one posts until I make the starter post. The spots are limited, so make sure you reserve a spot if one isn't already taken! Read the rules so that you know if you may join this role play, read the overview to get a handle on the role play's theme, and read any tabs that are made later on. Files will be in the updates tab and will be constantly updated with new information. Thank you!

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[Anaxileah]

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Agent

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Today's the Day

Hello, Agent.


Your assignment is simple. You have been chosen to be a member of an assembled team in the BAU in Quantico, Virginia. The other members of your team are as diverse as you are, so keep an open mind, as well as your eyes peeled. Their files are attached to the following email, which has been sent from an encrypted IP address and will delete itself automatically as soon as you've left the tab. Your flight information should have arrived in the mail the day previous, including your ticket to Quantico. Your Unit Chief is Amelia Dwight, and she has the authority to remove your from your current position, so treat her as you would any other superior agent. Good luck in your new team.

@SachiGrl @Fezzes @QueenOfLies @Karin Kurayami

 

[Anaxileah]

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Amelia pinched the bridge of her nose in irritation, tapping her high-heeled foot impatiently against the concrete sidewalk she stood upon. Her dark, red-orange hair was tied back in a ponytail, allowing the sun to shine down on her freckled face and neck without protection. The air conditioning of the Turner Field airport made her shiver slightly as she waited for another agent in the BAU to pick her up and take her to the headquarters, since she was wearing a skirt with her suit top, rather than the slacks she could have chosen. Her to-go bag was being held in her right hand while she fiddled with a few stray strands of her hair.


After waiting another moment, an agent approached her and identified herself as Agent Mira, then proceeded to lead the newly promoted Unit Chief to the black SUV in which they would be heading to the BAU Headquarters. Amelia gave the other female a terse nod of respect and followed her closely, preferring to avoid getting lost in the airport, and observed her surroundings as she walked and as she was driven for 8 minutes to Quantico. Amelia hadn't ever lived in Virginia, only flying there every once in a while since she was stationed elsewhere, but found the scenery to be quite pleasing to the eye, what with the beautiful Autumn trees and their orange-colored leaves.


As soon as the two agents arrived at the FBI Headquarters, Agent Mira led Amelia to one of the smaller buildings and brought her inside, the redhead following the smaller agent into the elevator. They didn't speak, which Amelia preferred, until they arrived at the floor which the BAU resided in and was referred to as the BAU Headquarters. It wasn't too big, which Amelia appreciated, and not too crowded, either.


"This is where you'll be working. Your office is the large one up the stairs, beside the other offices of your team members, who have yet to arrive." Agent Mira pointed the office out to Amelia, who nodded firmly once more and thanked her quietly before going up the stairs and across the balcony to her new office (Hotch's office in the show). She placed her go-to bag down on the ground beside the door and looked around, taking in the desk, the chair, and the walls devoid of personality, as well as the bookcases in the room. There were a couple real plants in the room, leafy and decorative, but other than that it was vacant, which was perfect.


"Once the others arrive, we can discuss how things will work, and which case we'll take on first." Amelia spoke out loud to herself as she looked around her office before leaving the room with her bag still by the door. She leaned against the railing of the upper level and looked out over the other agents working in their own cubicles, then glanced towards the entrance to the BAU, once again tapping her foot against the floor. This time it didn't make a noise, since the floor was carpeted, but she was still not too keen on waiting and was itching to do something, otherwise her mind would take a dark turn as it usually did when it wandered.

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Tag: @Fezzes @SachiGrl @Karin Kurayami @QueenOfLies Mood: Impatient Location: Airport -> BAU Headquarters -> Personal Office -> Balcony

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[QueenOfLies]

Nadia Cheney

Never would Nadia have thought she'd get chosen to be apart of the BAU. She only applied because if she hadn't, she'd have regret it, even if she didn't get the job. But now that she did have it, she was inwardly excited. Of course that meant moving but a change of scenery was very much needed. Wanting absolutely no ties with her ex, she left him everything. Including the unnecessarily high bills of their house. Once aboard her plane, it felt really good to be given the chance to just start over. Her life was a mess and changes did need to be made. Her chain of thought was broken by a stewardess asking if she wanted something to drink. Deciding she'd like to show up sober, she chose against her want of champagne and chose water to hydrate herself. Looking out the window, she could see the buildings and streets she would soon be driving through as she called this place home. Deep down inside, she hoped this was the right move to make. It wasn't until landing that she decided she did. A text from her ex asking about the bills made that decision for her.


Nadia walked through the airport and got lost on her way to the car rental. The signs and the direction people gave her were not adding up at all. But when she finally did make it there, she was relieved to find her car was waiting and the trip there wasn't as confusing. Neither was the trip to Quantico. Maybe it was just the fact that it was an airport and it's totally easy to get lost in them. Yeah, for now, that'd be her excuse. Now that she had arrived, she grabbed her bag and headed inside. She wanted to marvel at how nice it looked, but she couldn't considering she had to be professional for the moment. But, don't let her trick you. She was screaming like a little girl going to Disney World on the inside.


An agent anticipating her arrival led her to the office where she'd be working. Once again, that little girl on the inside was going crazy as she looked around trying to contain her excitement. As she looked around she took note of a woman over-looking the whole room and she assumed she was the boss. Just the way she stood and carried herself gave her the idea. The agent then led her to this woman and she introduced herself, with her hand out for a handshake. "Hello. I'm Nadia. Nadia Cheney. It's an absolute pleasure to meet you." ​

 

[SachiGrl]

You can't always get what you want... Luis wanted the window seat and was, instead, in between two strangers. He couldn't help but to notice the female sitting beside him, shifting as closely to the window as possible. What? She's never seen a guy before? he let out a frustrated sigh. Rubbing the edges of his brows with his thumb and middle finger, while trying to read the book he brought with him to the plane. The pages were stiff and smelled like it was freshly made from the factory. He couldn't expect anything else from a retail store within a airport. He flipped through the pages at an average speed, and in no time, he fell asleep. The woman sitting next to him poked him like he was a dead body. With a brow arched, he looked up at her. She looked impatient and ready to leave. Socially, the poking gesture was perfect for her; it’s connectedness with no need for conversation. Luis stood and leaned backwards for the lady. She looked uncomfortable, but she pulled her long, curls to one side and tried her darness to not touch him. With that ass, it seemed inevitable. The woman's pale skin went flush as she felt her rear brush against Luis' slacks. He couldn't help, but to smirk and look the other way. It seemed like somebody pressed the fastforward button and she was gone in a flash. He found himself chuckling.


Lucky for Luis, he was a bachelor, and had the luxury to take on this new job located in Quantico, Virginia. He drove his rental car to the F.B.I Behavior Analysis Unit. It wasn't long until he parked his car, and with enough instructions, found his way to his 'office.' He already found it hard to breathe. He surely hoped they wouldn't be stuck inside the pavilion for long. He heard this job had a lot of ass-kicking involved. That is what he looked forward to. He went up the elevator, then down the stairs, and viola, cubicles. Ugh, what a nightmare... he cringed at the sight. Boring, boring, boring, two women talking, not boring. He walked up to the two professionally dressed woman, discreetly acknowledging their lovely curvature. He overheard the dark skinned female stating her name, and he chimed in saying, "Nadia's a nice name. My name is Luis Garrod. Just call me Luis though," His voice was deep, compared to a woman, but if compared to a man it would still sound slightly feminine. He leaned against a cubicle and crossed his arms. He wore a traditional white button down with a simple, black tie and slacks. Heh, lucky me. A team full of beautiful women...

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Michael Washington Lane


Airport-BAU HQ


Fuck that noise with the pictures. You know what Michael looks like.


As nice as it was to be back in Virginia, there was one little irritation. Michael walked through the airport, limping all the way. Damn that stray bullet, he wouldn't be in the field for at least a week because of that. And freerunning would be off the menu for a while longer. His frustration showed as he stepped out onto the footpath and a man in a suit walked up to him, a black car in the background. He'd never understood the propensity for black cars. Surely they're just a big, ominous, 'I'm a secret agent' sign. Especially when the people inside it were wearing black suits and sunglasses.


Regardless, he hobbled over to the car and climbed in the back, nodding at the agent's introduction as, wow, Agent Smith. Seriously? Michael stayed silent the whole trip, putting his injured leg up on the back seat to keep it straight. It was more comfortable that way. Less pressure on his leg and all that. He let his backpack fall to the seat. It was all he'd needed to take. He still owned his father's house here with everything in that, he'd just moved away for a while because he felt like he should. Now that he was back in Virginia, he was going to move back in, regardless. And it made his occasional trips back here to see Tommy's grave a little easier.


At the end of the ride, Agent Smith (that will never not be amusing) opened the door for him and led him into a relatively small building in FBI Headquarters. Then towards a lift and stairs. That bastard had better not be going for the stairs. He'd curse up a storm if he even-oh. He wasn't. Michael settled himself into a relatively neutral expression as he limped inside and Hugo Weaving pressed one of the buttons on the side. The man looked over at him, clearly looking to start some kind of quick small talk. Michael just shook his head at him and stared at the doors, as if willing the trip to go by faster through sheer force of will.


Instead, the lift took exactly how long it was supposed to, because unfortunately Michael was not a Jedi Master, nor Neo. Speaking of Neo, Agent Smith walked outside and waited for Michael to exit. "Want me to carry your bag? Should let the leg recover or something." the agent asked. Michael smiled slightly at him in appreciation, but shook his head. He could manage. Didn't want to burden other people down with his stuff.


Smith nodded and set off for Michael's office, the man himself in tow. A bland affair. He could personalise it later, and would. Michael set his bag down gently beside the door. According to Smith, he had a team to meet. Smith pointed out three people talking and mentioned which was the Unit Chief. All in all, rather courteous. Michael nodded in thanks and hobbled over to where the group was, using the railing to support him a little. For now, he wouldn't say anything. People were making their introductions, and he'd respond if talked to. But for now, silence.

 

[Karin Kurayami]

Kira Lawrence


(my picture is having some issues so nah brah)


If any day were the day she was going to snap, today was it. Kira got off the plane and headed straight for the black car with the agent in front of it that clearly screamed "We are the FBI". So far, she had the pleasure of dealing with an overly chatty 50 year old woman who didn't know what the words, "I'm not in the mood for talking", meant. The one thing that did finally stop her was her ability to put in her earbuds and blast the loudest song she had with the most screaming as humanly possible. From then on, the woman didn't so much as look her way and probably thought that she was the classic "child of Satan". She had heard it before and she would hear it for the rest of her life. Too bad they never noticed the cross hanging around her neck with the blessed medallion of Archangel Michael, but whatever. She wasn't super religious, but she would be damned if she didn't believe.


It wasn't like she really looked like she should be at some metal concert right now. Actually, she looked rather professional for a "20-something millennial who was lazy and did absolutely nothing." Today, she decided wearing a black suit with a white undershirt would be alright. Granted, it seemed like the stereotypical businesswoman go to, she really enjoyed it. With the black heeled boots she had decided to take wear, she looked like any other person. Maybe she should wear skinny jeans and a Veil of Maya shirt around. THEN they could stare and such.


Kira got in the car without a word and they headed toward Quantico. She was both dreading and couldn't wait to arrive there. She was dreading it because of the forced social interaction, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Considering these people were behavioral analysts that would see through her immediately, maybe they wouldn't try to force her into meaningless chatter about relationships and kids and whatever else people talked about. However, the tech here was beautiful. It was everything she needed in her life. She had just used medial technology and she could get through some of the tougher grids and servers. She couldn't wait to do some real damage.


They arrived at Quantico and Kira got out of the car with her bag, growing slightly nervous. What if they saw her for who she was hated her? What if they saw her depression and anxiety as a crutch and would think her inept to do her job? Yes, her anxiety would get her in trouble from time to time, but it was nothing a Xanax wouldn't help. Her depression was the issue, but it wasn't an issue until she got extremely worked up. After that, she found it hard to focus, but she would also push herself harder to she would find the information and help the team out with whatever they needed.


The black haired woman looked up and saw two females and two males and nodded a bit and walked up to greet them. She could point out the supervisor a mile away, just by the way she carried herself and no bullshit attitude that she seemed to be sporting, so she didn't address her. Actually, she didn't tallk to any of them. She decided that instead of making a fool out of herself, she would let someone else say something and jump in when she felt the need to.

 

[Anaxileah]

Amelia stood at the top of the stairs, attentive, as a couple of her agents arrived, one right after the other. Amelia eyed each one of them as they approached her, an eyebrow raised as she analyzed her team. The dark-skinned female seems to be eager to start. We'll see how eager she is when she sees our first case. The Latino male looks interesting, but due to where he stood, he seemed defensive. Crossing arms and leaning away from those he's interacting with. Interesting. This other male also seemed interesting, but looked like he was unfit for duty, what with his limp. This new female...she seems antisocial. Amelia assessed the four with her eyebrows knitted together, the gears turning in her head before she addressed the dark-skinned female who identified herself as Nadia Cheney.


"It's a pleasure, Agent Cheney. Although the formality of 'Agent' will be dropped, as we are on a team, you will each still be referred to by last name, especially while undergoing cases. First-name bases," Amelia shook hands with Nadia before looking pointedly at Luis, "Are uncalled for the time being. Cheney, Garrod, Lane, and Lawrence, welcome to the BAU. We each have our own offices, and they already have our names present on them. Find your office, get situated, maybe converse for a moment or two, and then meet me in the Conference Room. We have things to do." Amelia nodded firmly at the four of them before turning and walking with purpose to her office, determined to get her work started. They were still waiting on their Communications Liaison, who was now considered late, so the case they were assigned would have to wait. Which meant that people would have to interact.


With a sigh, Amelia reached her office and crouched down beside her to-go bag, unzipping the bag to remove some pictures she had of family members. Her deceased parents and grandparents, and then a couple pictures given to her by families she had saved. She placed them on her desk, beside the provided lamp and computer. The plants made the room a bit homely, but Amelia made a reminder to herself in her head to go and purchase some art pieces for her office. She may not seem like it, but she personally had a soft spot for artistic culture, especially classical music and art. With another sigh, she crouched back down beside her to-go back and zipped it closed, thinking about where her new apartment was. For those who didn't have a home in Virginia, apartments were provided for them by the government until they moved elsewhere, if they decided to.

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@QueenOfLies @SachiGrl @Fezzes @Karin Kurayami Mood: Irritated/Eager Location: BAU Main Room -> Her Office
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[Karin Kurayami]

Alayna Kayden





Hello, Quantico! She could hear her inner Robin Williams yelling the parody version of his famous "Hello Vietnam!" in her head as she walked toward the FBI headquarters. Her day had been fantastic so far and it was only bound to get better. So far, her flight had gone off without a hitch and there was nothing that seemed to be upsetting anyone on the flight, so it was relatively quiet. Her drive to the building was easy and quick with the lack of traffic and they had even stopped to get coffee real quick, which Alayna didn't mind, other than the fact that she feared this would cause her to be late. She was now meeting a new team and hopefully this meant making some friends, right? The biggest reward she was excited for was the upcoming task of being able to help families and communities with both the criminal aspect of her job, but also the psychological.


As she walked into the building, she had noticed that their supervisor had just finished addressing the other members and she frowned. Okay... So coffee definitely should have waited... She sighed and walked up the stairs to the supervisor's office. Amelia Dwight... Got it. She knocked on the door and looked to Amelia, who was just beginning to put her personal affects in their places on the desk. "I apologize for being late. Agent Alayna Kayden, Communications Liason." She would extend her hand out to shake her hand, while also noting the family photos that she had. It made her think of her parents back in New York and the reason why she had gotten into this line of work in the first place. Now, here she was, late for her first day on this job and she seriously doubted Agent Dwight was quite happy with that.





Despite the fact that Alayna had only been a minute or two late, those minutes counted in their line of work. People were walking along the street, committing gruesome acts of violence while families are waking to the news that their family member was the victim of said act and when it became too much for local and state police, they were generally the next ones to be called. This made her adjust her schedule to make sure that she would be here. On time.

 

[QueenOfLies]

Nadia Cheney

Introductions weren't as long as she thought they would be. But even though they were short, she could tell a lot so far about the people she would now be working with. For example, her boss. She was kind of rigid, a bit distant like she. Garrod, who she would have to thank for complimenting her name, was a flirt. But that would be okay for now, having someone to mess around with, as long as he didn't go too far, she could perhaps get along with him. The three others seemed a bit distant as well so there wasn't much to tell. Although, the one with a limp piqued her interest, majority being the limp he acquired. Taking a deep breath, she turned to her teammates. "Well, you guys heard boss lady. Time to get situated."


She said as she walked past them. With her bag in tow, she was on the hunt for her office. There was nothing better than an office with her name on it and that she could decorate on her own. It didn't take her too long to find it and when she did, she took a deep breath. This meant it was official. Her new life was starting now. The office was plain and dull, without a doubt so the new owner could decorate it the way they wanted. She sat in her chair and started looking through the drawers, trying to decide where to put all her favorite pens. She decided on the small drawer. Looking through her bag for more stuff to decorate her office with, she noticed a picture of her and her ex and immediately ripped it up and threw it away, feeling absolutely no remorse. Not wanting her laptop to remain on the floor, she put it on her desk and, to past the time, went online shopping and scrolling for apartments.

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[SachiGrl]

The female to male ratio here is four to two. I could dig those numbers... Luis thought approvingly as the room began to accumulate with more bodies. Many among them were not too sociable. He took note of that. The apparent leader in this group was very direct and spoke clearly about what she wanted. Luis wished more women were like that. This is probably why she made it as the Senior Supervisory Special Agent for the Behavior Analysis Unit. I like my women on top... he said with an arch of a brow. Cheney, as Dwight wanted them to address one another by surname, got things going as she basically reiterated Dwight's command. He turned his head slightly, watching as the others began moving about, following orders. Guess he has to follow suit.


Not. He doesn't plan on touching his desk. If anything, it will become his armory. At the moment, he'd like to keep his pistol on him. He gets withdrawal symptoms if he doesn't have Lola on him, his 10 millimeter Glock pistol. He gave Lola a nice pat as he thought of her. "Conference room it is," He said to himself. Completely ignoring the cubicles within the room, he went straight for the sign labeled 'Conference Room.' As Luis entered the room nonchalantly, he observed how clean the round table was. It made him wonder if there was even a team before them or was this a completely newly arrange unit. Or they were a bunch of clean-freaks...

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Michael Washington Lane


Airport-BAU HQ


Well, that was clear enough. Michael nodded in assent and turned to limp his way back to his office. He didn't really have that much personalising to do yet. A few photos was really all he needed right now, to make himself feel a little more at home. That and to be able to fucking walk. But he can't, so he had to settle for limping along, using the railing to help support. But even then, he had to be careful with how he walked. Too much weight on that leg, and-


This. Michael's injured right leg buckled, drawing a sharp cry of pain and collapsing him onto his side. Fucking fuck, that hurt. He bit down on the cry almost as quickly as it had come out. But the sound was unmistakably there, and the fall was obvious enough, as was his grimace. He lay on his back for a moment, letting the pain subside. This shit is why he should have brought a crutch or something. Instead, stubborn him decided that he'd be fine. Well, he wasn't. He needed some rest. No field work. Gah, life was irritating at times like this.

 

[Anaxileah]

Amelia rose from where she stood, frowning slightly as she looked directly at the late agent, her eyebrows creased together as she thought and listened to the female. "I apologize for being late. Agent Alayna Kayden, Communications Liason." The younger female extended her hand out to Amelia in order to shake it, and Amelia pursed her lips together before extending her own hand and greeting the female. "Hello, Agent Kayden. We refer to one another by surname, understood? Do not let it happen again. I do not appreciate tardiness." Amelia spoke without a hint of kindness, sticking to formalities and behaving professionally. When she released Kayden's hand, she spoke once more.


"We are meeting in the Conference Room once you have become situated. I strongly suggest that you find you office and then make your wa-" Amelia was interrupted by a sharp cry coming from outside the offices, near the railing of the raised floor. Amelia pushed past Agent Kayden hurriedly, wanting to find the source of the cry. When she turned the corner, she found Agent Lane on the ground, gripping his injured leg until his pain subsided. Amelia glared at the man, crouching down beside him with a hint of concern in her eyes, but no expression on her face.


"You appeared unfit for duty when I first laid eyes on you. Do not be so stubborn as to push yourself just because you're eager to work or do your job, Agent Lane. You will stay here, accompanying Agent Lawrence, who should be in her office. During the case, you may help from here, and Lawrence will ensure that you are properly taken care of. When I return, you will be escorted to your home and will not be allowed to return until your leg has healed. Do you understand?" Amelia spoke authoritatively, unhappy with her new team members already poor decision. She glanced up towards Kayden and beckoned for her to come over to where Lane was lying on the ground, before standing up straight herself.


"Kayden, please escort Lane to Lawrence's office so that he does not hurt himself again. I must go retrieve the case file that we will be working with in the Conference Room. Please come meet us there as soon as you can." Amelia nodded to Kayden, wringing her hands as she left the two to go to the Conference Room, which was a sign of her worry. As she arrived at the Conference Room, she noticed Agent Garrod was already present. She looked at the shorter male before going to the side of the room where files were kept, sifting through them for the one that they were going to be taking as their first case.


"Are you prepared, Garrod?" Amelia glanced behind her, swiftly looking the male over, before turning back towards the file cabinet.

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Tag: @Karin Kurayami @Fezzes @SachiGrl Mood: Irritated Location: Her Office -> Upper Level -> Conference Room

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[SachiGrl]

Luis circle around the table, his finger lightly touching it's edge. He was rather tranquil, not many thoughts passing through his mind until he held a quick yelp from outside the conference room. With his hand resting tentatively on Lola, he peered out of the room curiously. His eyes bounced around quickly before anyone actually reacted. Cheney was situated in her desk, attentive to whatever task she presented to herself. Dwight was in the midst of talking, and was obviously cut off by the man's carelessness. Now that Luis see's him slightly from where he stood or rather where is laid on the ground agonizingly. Coast is clear... he thought with a sigh of relief. He couldn't imagine having to shoot someone in their own damn office. What was he thinking? Heh, he must be eager to kick some ass.


Speaking of ass, he watched as Dwight's lovely figure swiftly moved towards Agent Lane. It was a nice sight from Luis' angle. Once she started giving commands again, he returned into the conference room. He stared again at the exceptionally clean table, and felt the urge to dirty it somehow. Though he had nothing to satisfy his strange desire, he simply sat down and began cleaning Lola. He first removed the ammunition. He didn't want any accidents and placed them on the table. Urge satisfied... He grinned. He pulled out his handy little tool box containing solvent to help remove lead and powder fouling, lubricant (gun oil), a bore brush, a patch holder and patches, and a cleaning rod.


As he was 'playing' with his girl, Lola is his favorite past time, Dwight came into the Conference Room. His eyes followed her as she huddled over her file cabinet. To his surprise, she spoke casually to him. Small talk. Nice. "As ready as I'll ever be," subconsciously, he found himself deepening his voice more than usual. He decided to throw back a question to keep the small talk going,"What're you lookin' for?" Luis brushed back and forth through the bore of the barrel several times. He added solvent to the brush once or twice the more he worked on his black beauty.

 

[QueenOfLies]

Nadia Cheney

Just as she was about to close out her laptop, she heard a small yelp. She poked her head around and found the source of said voice. Just as she was about to get up to check and see if he was okay, their boss did it for her. Well, since she was out of her seat she should head to the conference room. That was enough shopping for the moment. Nadia closed her laptop and secured it before leaving and walking to the conference room, with her tea in a bottle. The size was pretty decent and it was so clean. She was trying to admire it until noticing Dwight and Garrod were already in the room. Flashing a quick smile to him, she took a seat close to the door and crossed her legs, her eyes continuing to scan the room. It wasn’t that she wasn’t use to it, it was just she wanted to visualize everything so she can go back and write it in her journal.


She has this tendency to write down her days in exclusive detail, fearing one day she would forget everything. Someone told her about this idea when she was younger and ever since she did. Subconsciously, she took a sip and waited for her very first case and inwardly groaned at the amount of writing that was now in her future. Including the reports and then her detailed experiences of the day. Not to say she wouldn't be able to handle it, but her hand was about to be cramping up for the rest of her life. Unless, of course, she transferred her journal online. But people can hack into those. While she was thinking, she was biting her lip and rubbing her index finger across her chin.

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[Javax]

Drew Ramsey

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He was late.


Drew's flight was delayed for two hours due to sudden heavy storms coming in from the Pacific. The storm brought in flooding, lightning, and possible rotations for tornadoes, so the curly-haired male was trapped at the Elko Regional Airport in Elko, Nevada for longer than he had anticipated. If he had left at his scheduled time, then he would've arrived in Quantico, Virginia on time; actually, he would've been early enough to go grab some breakfast and a large coffee.


So, instead of only dealing with the anxiety of flying, Drew was also suffering the anxieties and frustration of being late. And on the first day! Everything was going perfectly; he had even prepared himself for the long flight ahead of him. But no; unanticipated severe weather had to come along and make him late.


Drew arrived to the airport and, after having to argue with a worker about his luggage that had almost gotten lost, immediately left the airport to meet with the man who had his rental car. He searched the outside street for the man, and that took an extra ten minutes. Drew's frustration was rising as the minutes ticked by. He furrowed his brow as he saw a man holding a sign: "Drew Ramsey" was neatly scrawled across the poster board. He approached the man, received the keys to the rental car, and quickly sped down the maze of streets to the FBI Headquarters. He may've went over the speed limit a few times, but nothing too drastic or severe.


Before entering the building, Drew made sure to put his hair back up; he had taken it down on the place because it was uncomfortable and made him feel restrained. Once he was situated and presentable, the male consulted one of the desk workers, a brunette female, and she led him to the elevator, pushed the button for the correct floor, and pointed him in the direction of his team. "They may already be meeting in the conference room," she informed him, leaving him to his own devices to go back to work. Drew nodded his thanks for the female and made his way to the conference room immediately, wishing he had a coffee to satiate his taste buds. He'll have to sate his cravings later, when he has a break.


The dark-headed male entered the conference room and observed the room. A female was searching in a filing cabinet, and her aura screamed authority; perhaps the Unit Chief. A male was sitting at the table, cleaning a pistol. Another woman was present, writing in a journal. Otherwise, it didn't appear that their first day had commenced just yet.


"I apologize for being late," he greeted simply. A Russian accent still hung on his words, but his voice was clear as he spoke his second language. Drew took a seat at the table, removing his sunglasses from his face and stuffing them into the inside pocket of his jacket.


What a morning...

 

[LitatheShyGhostie]

Anastasia Petrov

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Anastasia was late. Oh boy, Her first day on her new job and she was late. She had made her flight safely and on time, exactly as planned. What she did not expect was the hour long wait for her sister to show up and take Freya to her house. After Natasha had finally shown up, she made her way to the rental car zone, where she would get her ride to Quantico. The drive was filled with traffic, which added to her frustration.She muttered a string of curse words in Russian on the walk from where she parked her car, to the large building.


She tapped the shoulder of an agent, trying to perk up quickly before she met her new team. "Excuse me,could you point me in the direction of the conference room?" Anastasia asked, putting on a huge smile. Immediately after the agent pointed in the direction of the room, she took off, moving as fast as she could in heels. Anastasia finally reached the conference room and silently slipped into an empty chair. "Pardon my lateness, I'm SSA Petrov." She said, trying to be as polite as possible, waiting for her team leader to reprimand her tardiness. Anastasia silently scanned the room, looking at her co-workers.

 

[Anaxileah]

Amelia continued flipping through the filing cabinet silently, searching for the file she had seen earlier and regretting that she hadn't marked the file with a tab. When Luis responded, Amelia finally found the file she had been searching for. "What're you lookin' for?" Luis' voice spoke clearly behind her, and she turned, gesturing with the file in her hand. "This, actually. This is the case that we will be working for our first job. Put your weapon away." Amelia narrowed her eyes at Luis, eyeing the weapon he had dissembled on the conference table. With a sigh, she stood beside the table, file in hand.


Three agents entered the room, two of them unfamiliar, whom she assumed to be the other two late agents. Subconsciously, Amelia's nose wrinkled in disgust as she thought, What is with people these days? I expect people to be on time, and this is what I'm stuck with? The redheaded female brought a pale, slender, hand up to her face and pinched the bridge of her nose, shutting her eyes and taking in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.


"I apologize for being late," came from the tall male, while the other female came in moments later saying something similar, "Pardon my lateness, I'm SSA Petrov." The female brought her hand back down to hold the file, looking sternly at the other two agents. Agent Ramsey and Agent Petrov. With another small sigh, Amelia gestured for them to sit at the table. "I am your Unit Chief, Agent Amelia Dwight. Refer to one another by surname only. The debriefing is about to start." Amelia spoke with her jaw tight, becoming more irritated with the lack of performance from her agents.


She turned from where she had faced them, grabbing the laptop for the Conference Room and opening it. She herself sat at a chair at the table, which had enough chairs for each agent, and booted it up, then set up the video feed with the Technical Analyst and Agent Lane, who were both in the office by then. Agent Kayden had returned by then, so the team could begin the debriefing.


Amelia placed the case file on the table, opening it and passing a copy of the case to each agent. "Our case takes place in Detroit, Michigan, and these murders occurred within the last couple of days. All of the victims are male, ages range between the late twenties and early thirties, and the unsub has the same MO for each murder - the right eye and right hand are removed. Any thoughts?" Amelia asked her team, a thin eyebrow raised in question. This is the time where her team members could prove their importance to the case, as long as each of them gave her one piece of useful information.

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[QueenOfLies]

Nadia Cheney

Nadia was snapped away from her thoughts by the sound of someone else entering the room. When she looked up, she had to note he was very attractive and when he opened his mouth, made him even more appealing. She just gave him a smile and a small shake of her head. Dwight had found what she was apparently looking for just as another agent walked in. These must've been the late comers she had mentioned earlier. Nadia at least wanted the chance to introduce herself but the debriefing had already begun. While Dwight spoke, Nadia had a note pad out and wrote what she heard down, circling 'right hand, right eye?' multiple times. Obviously it had some sort of significance, but what? She tried to rack her brain until she thought of something, but it was proving to be one hell of a task. Until an idea popped into her head.


Her mother was a religious person, having retreated to the mountain with her church, and she found herelf. She then tried to teach her daughter more things about their faith and if there's one thing Nadua remember was the "scary things" her mother told her about evil. With no other great ideas, she may as well shoot this one out.


"Here's a thought. Maybe it has some sort of Biblical meaning? There's a verse in Matthew that has some pretty gruesome things about evil. Although, what about these men could be evil I'm still thinking about it."

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[Javax]

Drew Ramsey

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The male's jaw tightened in frustration. Great. Now his boss thought he was a slacker because of his tardiness on the first day of the job. What a first impression... He would give a valid explanation for why he was late, but he figured it would be unnecessary; she would simply brush it off as an excuse. Either way, they needed to get to work, so there was no time to sit around and give explanations, whether valid or not.


Drew watched as Agent Dwight retrieved a copy of their first case and passed out one copy to each present agent. He began to skim through the information as Dwight briefed them on what they knew so far. The curly-haired male inspected the given information first, trying to pinpoint similarities and flaws in information before anything.


All three victims were, as Dwight already covered, males in their late twenties and early thirties. They all had a similar gunshot wound location: in the abdomen. Their deaths were one day after the other, so the unsub was near enough to Detroit to be able to reach travel back and forth to wherever he murdered to his hideout. The victims' marital status didn't seem to matter too much to the unsub, but Agent Ramsey knew anything was possible, from affairs to jealousy to revenge. They were all found around the same time of night, so the killer has a routine. The odd part was the change in cities of victims. Anjar Rafik lived in Ferndale, which is north of Detroit, whereas the other two victims lived in Detroit itself. Perhaps it has to do with Rafik's line of work as a Casino employee? Maybe he was at the wrong place at the wrong time? But that didn't make sense because there was too much of a pattern to the murderer's choices.


The dark female—Agent Cheney, he believed—gave her input: perhaps the murders had to do with a Biblical reference. Drew was familiar with the passage she was referring to: Matthew 5:30.

"And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body go into hell."

It was plausible. Some crimes were usually committed by religious fanatics that tended to take matters into their own hands when they really shouldn't. Though, perhaps it wasn't Christian. Maybe it had to do with the Islamic punishment. In the Sharia law, the penalty for theft is the loss of one's hand. Perhaps the victims had stolen something from the unsub, whether the stolen thing be tangible or not.





As for the right eye missing, maybe it had to do with the Lex Talionis or the Law of Talion, also referred to as the "Eye for an eye" law. Maybe it's a sign or a warning from the unsub that the victims had done him wrong in some way. Instead of getting the victim's back in the same way as he had been wronged, he murdered the men and stole their right hand and eye.


But why target such a specific group of people?


Drew leaned back in his chair, pondering over the information. It could be something that has nothing to do with religion. Maybe the unsub is simply fascinated by a specific set of body parts, such as Ed Gene or Charles Albright.


"Well," the Russian-American began, trying to form his words correctly to get his thoughts across. "The Lex Talionis could play into effect alongside Cheney's hypothesis. Or the Sharia Law is in play instead." He paused for a moment. "It could also be as simple as an obsession."

 

[LitatheShyGhostie]

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Anastasia Petrov
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Agent Petrov scanned the file, checking to see if there were any gruesome crime scene photos within to avoid, while listening to her teammates opinions on the crime. "Right Eye and Right hand, as well as a gunshot to the abdomen?" Anastasia pondered, trying to come up with a well thought out response. So far, the consensus seemed to be that the killings were religious in nature."Continuing with the religious hypothesis, What about the Hamsa? It's a palm-shaped amulet popular in the Middle East depicting a Right hand with an eye in the center.It's thought to ward off evil.Maybe our unsub is trying to rid them-self of evil?" She said, emphasizing on the word right.


Even if her morning didn't start off the way it should've, maybe she could redeem herself with her peers. Content with that thought, Anastasia relaxed slightly. She continued to read the file, making notes here and there of things that would be of importance, like the names of the victim's families, or where and when they were found. Anastasia scribbled them down, intending on neatly compiling them later on the trip to Detroit. "As long as I'm not sent to the morgue to look at bodies, I don't think I'll have a problem with this case."

 

[SachiGrl]

Luis nodded as Dwight rose the file in hand as she found it. He then twisted his lips to the side irritably when she requested he'd put his weapon away, "Yes, Ma'am." He gave Lola a longing look before reassembling her and placing her back into her holster. As he organized his case of Lola's cleaning supplies, he looked over Cheney curiously as she came in with a silent smile and began jotting notes into her journal. Bye, baby...he tapped onto the holster attached onto his hip, but quickly transitioned his frown to a serious flat-line as Ramsey followed by Petrov entered the conference room belatedly. Jesus... He rubbed his jaw as if it were in pain, squinting his eyes while doing so, he was actually amazed at how many of his fellow coworkers were late.


He looked down as Miss Dwight passed around copies of the case. Not that Luis was much of a brainiac, but there were many coincidences occurring between all of the victims. There was only one particular piece of data he was particular interested in, but from what he's heard so far, none of his colleagues seemed to have acknowledge it. Perhaps, it was so obvious it didn't need to be mentioned. Well, to feel that he's contributing to the conversation he cleared his throat before speaking, "Are the bodies disposed of in any particular way?" He looked around and gave a shrug,"Since all their bodies were found in Michigan Detroit, I'd thought their bodies would be disposed of in similar ways or locations." Luis didn't care about why the killer was cutting off hands and such. He just wanted to know where to look next to kick his ass. He was truly looking forward to kicking some asses, "Oh, by the way," he cleared his throat again, "I'm Garrod. Just in case.. you know. Yeah."

 

[Obi-Wan Kenobi]

Michael Washington Lane

BAU Headquarters

Michael held Amelia's gaze for a moment, then relented. He wasn't going to win that one. He could probably use some time to get used to being in the old house again, anyway. "Of course." He waited a moment longer as she left and everyone began to gather in the meeting room. Finally, a nearby agent took it upon herself to help him up and over towards the meeting room. Inside, a discussion on their case had just started. The agent helped him over to a nearby empty seat, and he nodded his thanks to her as he eased himself down. Amelia... no, surnames. He needed to remember that. Agent Dwight cast him a disapproving glance, but wordlessly shuffled over a case file to him.


Missing right hand and right eye? Well, there were things in Norse mythology about that, but which eye Odin was missing was debatable, as was the possible motive behind disfiguring people like that. No, it probably wouldn't be that. He'd seen a weird hunter-type, who figured that the best and most interesting prey to hunt was a human. Used to take trophies. The single shot to the abdomen for killing seemed to indicate that the unsub cared about keeping the body relatively intact, another thing that hunters do. The fact that nobody had found the missing body parts could indicate that the unsub was keeping them, although it could just be that nobody's found them and they've been carefully disposed of.


"Could be a hunter, taking trophies. Single shot to the abdomen and presumably letting them bleed out from it is consistent with that." Michael rolled a shoulder idly and shifted his leg to let it stretch out. He never was one for religious knowledge. He'd been an atheist surrounded by other atheists and agnostics almost from birth, and religious anything had never interested him.

 

[Anaxileah]

As each of her agents spoke, Amelia looked established eye contact, giving each person the same amount of respect she demanded from each of them each of the agents in the eye as they gave their educated input. Everyone's opinion on the case was valuable and logical, resulting in an approving nod from the Unit Chief herself. "Alright. You all have accurate assumptions on what is going on in our case, so now that I know each one of you are qualified for this job, let's get going." Amelia gave her team a tight smile before glancing down at the case file. After another moment of thought, Amelia looked up at a couple members of the team.


"Agent Cheney, you are going to fill in for our Communications Liaison, since you seem comfortable with conversing and speaking your mind. As we get prepared to head for Detroit, I would like it if you could contact the local news crew and the police force of the city. Agent Lane, you will be going with us on this case, but you will be confined to the police station we will be working in. Take that time to get to know Agent Cheney, since that is where she will be most of the time as well, and question the policemen who had discovered the victims. Setting up a map of the different locations where the bodies were found would be a good place to start. Agents Petrov and Ramsey, you two will need to see if the suspects had any similarities before their time of death, possibly locations they frequented. Ask around their workplaces, specifically their coworkers and their friends. Agent Garrod, you will be accompanying me in speaking with the parents of the victims, as well as observing the victims' bodies themselves."


Amelia finished, looking at each Agent as she spoke with a professional look on her face. She had looked at each agent's case file and had learned of their strengths and weaknesses based on their past jobs, so she chose each assignment based on those strengths, as well as considering Agent Lane's injury. How exactly did he get injured..? Amelia found herself wondering, but shook her head slightly to regain her focus on the tasks at hand. "Our flight will be leaving in about half an hour, be there and be ready. Gather your things, then we'll head out to Detroit." Amelia nodded before walking briskly out of the Conference Room, her copy of the case file in hand. She reached her office and grabbed her bag, looking around the room to see if she needed anything. They were going to be staying in a hotel for a couple of days to solve this case, which is why every agent always had a to-go bag at the ready. With a sigh, Amelia grabbed her bag and returned to the Conference Room, grabbing a cane she had requested earlier for Agent Lane from one of the agents in the firm.


Once the redheaded Unit Chief reached the doorway, she jerked her head towards Agent Lane and spoke in the same firm voice she had used beforehand. "Lane, I'm escorting you to the airport. Take this and meet me outside. The rest of you, carpool with your assigned partner for this case so you can talk things through before we get to Detroit. Garrod, you and I will discuss things on the plane. Lane, don't expect any special treatment just because you're injured, do you understand?" Amelia's voice was still as neutral as before, her face frozen in the passive way it had been during her evaluation of her fellow agents. She turned on her heel and marched out of the BAU Headquarters, going down the elevator to wait in front of the FBI buildings, a black SUV already prepared for her (there's a GPS in each telling you how to get to the airport). This was going to be interesting.

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[QueenOfLies]

Nadia Cheney

It amazed her that most of her team knew so much about religion. Only reason she did, well for Christianity, was her mother. Usually she'd think people were totally cut of from just the thought of it but her team proved her wrong. She finished writing down her notes of what everyone said and again closed her notebook as she was addressed by their leader. She was told for now, she'd act as their Communication Liaison and stay in with Lane to put together the pieces of puzzle while the rest of the team gathered the pieces. Not exactly what she had in mind for her first assignment, but she'd accept it. It'd be hard to question this particular set of victim's families for her anyway so, score. Being told she was working with Lane, she nodded and after they were dismissed, she went to her office to get her go bag and laptop. She also made a little list of things she should get for her office and a list of things to do and left on the desk for when she got back. Those were just a few things she'd like to remember. An internal debate began, trying to decide if she would wait for her partner, or just start ahead without him. It was until her phone started ringing that her decision was made for her. Her ex husband, for about the billionth time that day. She answered and told him she was getting into an elevator and that she'd call him when she got out. Well, she ouldn't be made to be a liar now could she? In fact, she WAS in the elevator now and she was leaving HQ to find a black SUV waiting for her, a basic vehicle for law enforcement. Standing there, she closed her eyes and took a big breath. On the inside she was feeling sick about her first assignment and hoped it wouldn't show on her face as she waited inside the SUV.

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