I pulled up to the building early one morning. I pulled down my front visor and slide open the mirror compartment. I quickly wrap my reddish blonde hair in a bun to look more professional. It had dark streaks from it from where the water hadn't dried. I didn't have time to blow dry it when I came out of the shower. Such was the start of every morning to my job. I get that call sometimes early in the morning, late at night. I would have to jump into the shower or jam some food down my throat before work.

After I was done making sure all was in order, I pulled the emergancy brake up making sure my car would stay parked in the parking garage of the Federal Bearu of Investigation building. I grabbed my brief case and got out of my car. I had graduted at the top of my class two years before and had just finished my training. Now, it was offical. I was an agent of the FBI. I turn my name card proudly around as I walked towards the building.

I admit it. I walked with a little bounce going to work. Most people wouldn't be as jolly. Sometimes being an FBI agent, isn't at all it's cracked up to be. Long hours. You're either underpaid or not paid for overtime. Sometimes it seems you live and breath your work,but for me, it was different. I was the first in my family to actually do something worth while. Depsite my mom's protests, I was determined to make something of myself. My brother, Kyle, had started out going to Med school. Following dad's footsteps in becoming a doctor. That was before the accident.

Kyle is 5 years younger than me. Although given his 6'1 height, he seemed older. We weren't the best of friends through out our childhood, but we were close. He was outgoing. I was the shy one. He went out and I stayed home. After dad's death a few years back, Kyle retreated into the quietness of sorrow. All we had was the three of us. I guess, we all go through the grieving process in our own way. I try to be the stronger one. Mom and Kyle had shed their tears for dad. I'm just fine so I appear to be. Inside, it's different. Inside, down deep, I surpress all emotions. Perfect for an FBI agent? Perhaps not,but it's how I deal with Dad being gone.

I push the doors open and my heels click on the white title floors. Agents walk by, nod their greetings. "Good Morning, Agent Lowell." Gary, the heavy set Securty guard said with a smile. Agent Lowell was something I had to get use to. I smile back at him. His smile a welcome image this morng. "Morning, Gary." I reply back flashing my ID. A buzz is heard as I walk through the steal secruity gates. I take a deep breath and start my first day.

"Agent Lowell." A deep male voice called to me.

I stop in my tracks. My heart is beating so loud in my ears that I'm sure everyone one around me could hear how nerevous I was. I had met this man before. He had been my mentor through my training. He was the reason I was here. So why was I so nerevous watching him walk my way?

The man that had accosted me was the supervisory agent of the Behavorial Analyst Unit. The BAU. He was Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner and he was a profiler. He smiled at me. He could see how nerevous I was. What a presence he had!

SSA Hotchner. Good, that's a start. Now open your mouth and say, I told myself. Thinking about the words was the easist part, saying them was the hard part. Oh, come on, Stephanie. He was your mentor for crying out loud! Hotchner looked at me smiling. I knew he could see right through me. He was a profiler after all. Was he reading my thoughts?

"SSA Hotchner." I repiled finally summoning up enough courage to actually talk to the guy. Not just stand there with a not so bright look on my face.

"I'm glad you could join us." He said taking my hand in his and giving it a sure shake. "Follow me, please." He said as he started to walk down the hallway.

I took a deep breath and followed him. My heart was pounding a mile a minuet. Hotchner looked so calm and confident in his walking. The black suite was a nice touch. I hoped I would make a good impression. I said a silent prayer and followed Hotchner into another room

Ooooh, sounds good! Cant wait to hear more!

~xJemmax~

Nice job thus far. I really like the background information. I am anxious to hear more.

Glad you're enjoying it! :) I'll add more. lol:)

"I'm glad you could join us." He said taking my hand in his and giving it a sure shake. "Follow me, please." He said as he started to walk down the hallway.

I took a deep breath and followed him. My heart was pounding a mile a minuet. Hotchner looked so calm and confident in his walking. The black suite was a nice touch. I hoped I would make a good impression. I said a silent prayer and followed Hotchner into another room.

[SIZE=7]My eyes widen as I walked into the overcrowded section of the Federal Bearu of Investigation department. The Behavorial Analysis Unit or the BAU. This was where some of the world's top best agents came together to solve the most gruseome and dangerous crimes. I followed Hotchner, smiling and nodding at the agents that we passed. Hopeing I didn't appear to nerevous or too new.

Finally, Hotchner and I approach a small group that were in another room. All five people looked up and watched me as Hotchner ushered me in first. Great, why did he have to put me first? I was expecting him to enter first. At least give me a few seconds to relax. I suddenly felt like a school girl walking into her first day of school.

I smiled at the people inside the room as I walked in. Oh, man, did I feel like I wantd to run. I just wanted to get this whole thing over with. I tried to calm my beating heart. Hotchner had stepped to the left of me and stood next to a large table. So there I was. Alone and totally opened to whatever comments and looks everyone in the room could give me. ~Thanks, Hotch.~ I thought to myself. All I could was stand there, nice and tall. Looking pretty, but not giving off the impression that I was just another pretty face.

A taller man with slightly thinning brown hair walked over to me. Not bad looking. Clean shaving. Dressed only in a black look sleeved shirt and black pants. Professional and yet casual at the same time. His dark brown eyes looked into mine. I didn't even know the man and I could tell he had been through hell and back. He well experienced. He smiled as he appraoched. He had a quiet demenor about him.

"Special Agent Jason Gideon." He said as he held out his hand.

"Ag...Agent Stephanie Lowell." I replied shaking his hand. A good firm shake.

"Welcome." Gideon said.

"Thank you, sir." I said as Gideon had gone back to stand with Hotch. Okay, that wasn't so bad.

"Hi, I'm Special Agent Emily Prentiss." A woman said as she appraoched me.

She was more opened and her dark hair laid acrossed her shoulders. She wore a black skirt with a white blouse. She smiled and leaned against the table.

"Hello. Agent Stephanie Lowell." I said to her. Oh, good another woman on the team. Not that I didn't mind having the men around, but it felt good to have anothe woman there.

"Special Agent Derek Morgan." A male voice had addressed me.

I turned around to see a black man in a grey suite. He was smiling as he shook my hand. He looked like he could be a model for Clavi Klein. ~Whoa, you are so fine.~ I thought to myself. Then I scolded myself for having even had that thought about not another agent. Besides, he was probably married like Hotch. If not, then at least had a girlfriend with that smile.

"Agent Stephanie Lowell." I said.

Wow, I enjoy that fanfic, I think that it's amusing as well as sassy. :P :D

really enjoying it so far... very good! :)