"bought a two for twenty from applebee's and ate both entrees. great day"

Derek Morgan was enjoying one of the rare times when he neither had a case to work nor did he have paperwork to fill out. He had his morning cup of coffee in hand and sauntered over to Spencer Reid's desk to try and get on his nerves. It was working for the most part as he picked apart his nonexistent love life. Reid would've much rather been focusing on the paperwork he had to finish or telling JJ about a new scientific principle.

Both men heard the awkward shuffling of feet and looked towards the door. They spotted a young girl who had to be in her late teens or early twenties. Her age aside, she certainly didn't look or act like she belonged in a federal building.

While everyone else in the room was wearing some form of a suit or other business formal attire, she was dressed in a yellow t-shirt tucked into jeans and white tennis shoes that had seen cleaner days. Around her left ankle were two bracelets woven out of string — one was different shades of pink and the other the colors of the rainbow. They looked like something that might have been made at a summer camp. The bottom half of her otherwise brown hair was dyed pink and pulled back in a ponytail. Instead of a purse or briefcase, she had a pink backpack with several enamel pins covering the surface. Reid thought he could see a Starfleet Insignia pin, but she shifted and he couldn't get a better look.

Despite not being dressed like an employee, there was a freshly printed ID badge clipped to her belt loop.

The girl's eyes quickly scanned over the office, clearly looking for someone. When she didn't find the person, she bit her lip nervously. After readjusting her backpack, she backed up against a wall to lean on it and wait for someone.

"Do you know who that is?" Reid asked.

"Never seen her," Morgan said, crossing his arms. "Maybe she's lost. I'll go check."

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Florence Sabin wasn't exactly excited about her first day working at the FBI — she wasn't excited to have a job at all but it was either this or prison. Years of not thinking through any of her decisions and this are where it led her. She didn't even have professional-looking clothes, making her stand out even more once she reached the floor for the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

She had been told that the Penelope Garcia she had met the previous week would be waiting for her when she arrived, but one look around the room proved otherwise. For a moment she thought about wandering down one of the hallways to search for the technical analyst, but given the lack of signs to help guide her, she decided to stay where she was.

It was only a few moments before she was approached by a man. He was a tall, handsome, black man who smiled as he approached.

"Hi. I'm SSA Derek Morgan," he introduced. "Can I help you?"

Florence tilted her head and studied him. "What's SSA mean?"

"Supervisory Special Agent," he explained. "I'm a profiler for the BAU."

"Sorry. What's profiler mean?" she asked sheepishly.

Morgan chuckled, picking up on her embarrassment. "I study crime scenes and past cases to draw up a profile to give to law enforcement in order to catch criminals. We've helped put away some of the worst serial killers in the world."

"Serial killers? Jesus, I should've asked more questions before taking this job," Florence muttered to herself though Morgan could still hear.

"So, you're a new employee?"

It was then Florence realized she hadn't actually introduced herself. Automatically she stuck her hand out for him to shake it.

"My bad. I'm Florence Sabin. It's my first day. Um, Penelope Garcia is supposed to be showing me around but I got here a little early."

Morgan grinned as soon as he heard Penelope's name, which let Florence know they likely were friends. "I can show you to her office if you'd like."

"Lead the way, Mister SSA."

"So, how old are you?" he asked as he led them down the hall.

"Eighteen," she replied, trying to memorize the path he was taking.

"Eighteen," Morgan repeated, shock evident in his tone. "Let me guess, you're a genius or something?"

Florence snorted at the assumption that she was a genius — if you sat her down to take a 4th-grade history or science test, she would no doubt fail. "Or something."

Morgan raised an eyebrow and perhaps would've continued to interrogate her, but they reached the door with P. Garcia on the name placard. Florence wondered if she would get her own name on the door. She guessed not.

Morgan knocked on the door before poking his head in.

"Enter, mortal."

"Hey baby girl," Morgan greeted, pulling Florence into the room. "Found someone in the lobby for you."

Garcia spun in her chair quickly to face them. "Oh my god, am I late? I was just focusing on this program and must have lost track of time—"

"You weren't late," Florence cut her off, smiling gently. "I showed up early. There's still eight minutes before you had to be there."

"Oh good," Garcia said, sighing. Then she hopped out of her chair. "Happy first day at the FBI, Florence!"

"Thanks."

"So, you in the babysitting business now, Garcia?" Morgan asked, smirking down at her.

"Oh, Hot Stuff," Garcia said, patting his arm. "Careful with your words. Give this girl five minutes and a keyboard and she could ruin your life."

Morgan eyed Florence suspiciously. "How'd you say you got this job again?"

"I didn't," she said, flashing an amused grin.

"Baby, I love you but get out. I've got a lot to cover with her. If we don't get a case, I'll introduce her to everyone at lunch," Garcia said, shooing Morgan out of her office.

Once Morgan was gone, Florence had the opportunity to look over the room. There were plenty of monitors set up and though the room was darkly lit, it still held lots of character that brightened everything up. Garcia has several cute toys and knickknacks and decorations covering the room. There was a small portion of the large desk that was empty except for two monitors and a keyboard. There was a new office chair in front of the area.

"Welcome to your new workspace," Garcia said excitedly. "I'm gonna get you set up and familiar with the system, though I have no doubt that you'll catch on quick."

"Sounds good with me." Florence put her backpack on the floor and sat in her new chair, spinning around to test it out.

"And I've been driving myself crazy trying to figure out how you managed to slip in and out of the Pentagon's system undetected. I know they questioned you about what you saw but that's the part I couldn't care less about. I'm just dying to know the how part. Speaking of, did you really look up Princess Diana and can you tell me if it was an inside job?"

Florence smiled as Garcia rambled on. Clearly, she talked a lot when she got excited.

That was how she spent her first few hours at the BAU — learning the new system, showing Garcia her favorite tricks, and talking about themselves. She heard all about the team of profilers that they worked with. Clearly, Garcia saw them as more than coworkers. They were her family, and Florence could only hope that soon she would like the team as much as Garcia did.

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By lunchtime, Morgan had managed to convince the team to eat lunch together so that Garcia could introduce them to someone. It came with a promise of Chinese food, which was spread out on the table for them to share — except Rossi ended up being the one to pay the bill. Once they were all together and waiting for their arrival, Morgan told them all he knew.

"Her name is Florence, she's eighteen, and somehow she got a job here. Apparently, she's good with computers, but from what I could tell, she wasn't one hundred percent sure what her job entailed when she took it."

"Eighteen? That's a child," Hotch stated, frowning.

Reid looked at Morgan in disbelief. "I didn't even get a job here until I was twenty-two."

"You sound jealous," Prentiss said, smirking. "Worried you aren't the only genius we have to rely on now?"

"She didn't really give off genius vibes, but I wasn't in my profiler mode when I met her," Morgan said.

"Let's just make sure we're all welcoming to her," JJ said. The team snickered as she threw a pointed look at Hotch.

"What?"

"Nothing," Prentiss said, biting back a smirk. "You just have a history of being less than pleasant to some people some of the time, especially if a change is made to the team."

"Just remember that she's a kid and not to be too hard on her. Easy on the profiling," JJ said. "Don't wanna scare her off."

"Oh, come on," Rossi said, chuckling. "Let us have some fun with her. Back in my day, we got to put the newbies through all kinds of hell."

JJ chuckled. "No hazing. Period."

"Besides, think of it as the same as pissing off Garcia. I can't even begin to imagine the kinds of things she could dig up on all of us like she does for the unsubs," Morgan said.

A few moments later, Garcia knocked on the door and greeted everyone brightly while pulling Florence along with her.

"Everyone, meet Florence Sabin, my new technical analytic assistant and your newest team member."

Florence waved at the six new faces who were sitting around the table and passing around boxes of Chinese food. "Ren's cool too."

Morgan simply waved at her, having met her just a few hours ago. The first to get up and shake her hand was a blonde woman. "I'm Jennifer Jareau, but everyone here calls me JJ. It's nice to have you here, Ren."

"I'm Emily Prentiss," the other woman introduced, grinning while shaking her hand.

The next was a young man who was probably only a few years older than Florence. Instead of shaking her hand, he gave an awkward wave. "Doctor Spencer Reid."

The man sitting next to Prentiss rose from his chair and shook her hand firmly. "SSA Aaron Hotchner. We're happy to have you here, Florence."

When he sat down, he gave a satisfied look to JJ that the others could read as "See, I can be nice."

The last to go was the oldest and he smiled warmly at Florence before taking her hand. "David Rossi. I'm pretty new to the team too, kid."

"Hope you like Chinese. We've got plenty of everything," JJ said.

"Oh, thank you," Florence said, smiling a little. "That sounds way better than the smushed up sandwich in my bag."

She took a seat in between Reid and Garcia, who handed her a set of chopsticks. Florence pulled out a cherry-flavored Capri Sun from her bag and set it on the table to drink.

"So, Ren, how are you enjoying your first day?" Prentiss asked, smiling a little as Florence struggled to hold the chopsticks. She wasn't as bad as Reid at it though.

"Pretty good. The system is fairly simple to use. Didn't take too long for Penelope to show me everything."

"So you must be pretty smart then," Morgan said. It was a fair assumption— Garcia had tried to teach him how to do her job, but he could never follow the more complicated parts.

"No profiling my new baby," Garcia said, pointing her chopsticks accusingly at Morgan.

He grinned and put his hands up in defense. "My bad, Mama."

"It's fine," Florence said, shrugging. "You've suddenly got a teenager on your team. Of course, you wanna ask questions. Besides, I kinda want to see this profiler stuff in action."

"Careful what you wish for, Ren," Garcia said. "They have a way of figuring out all your dirty little secrets."

"I'm eighteen. I don't have any secrets," she said, giving up on the chopsticks and using her hand to eat an egg roll. "I'm as open-book as you can get."

"Alright," Prentiss said, sharing a look with the other profilers. "Did you dye your hair as a way to express yourself or to rebel against your parent's authority?"

"Well, parents died when I was five and then bounced around the system til I aged out, so, the first one. Pink is my favorite color and I wanted to be able to wear it every day so I just dyed it," Florence explained casually. She expected a question about her parents, but there were none.

"Did you graduate high school and college early like Spence?" JJ asked her. "Do we have another Ph.D. collector on our team?"

"Collector? How many do you have?" Florence asked him.

"Three, but I'm working towards another one in Psychology," Reid explained.

"Woah," she mumbled in surprise. Spencer was so young and yet so accomplished. "I barely graduated high school with a C average."

"So, you didn't go to college?" Morgan asked. They all shared a confused look. How had Florence managed to get a job at the BAU without some kind of degree?

"Nah. That Strauss lady was pretty annoyed that I don't have a degree or even enrolled in a university, but I already know everything about computers, so the Director hired me anyways," Florence said. "I know she's the boss but I'm not a fan. She made it very clear that she didn't want to hire me and threw a big tantrum in front of the Director of the FBI about how I should be in jail."

"Jail?" Rossi repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Why does she think you should be in jail?"

Garcia chuckled and answered for Florence considering her mouth was full of noodles.

"This little cutie—", Garcia reached over and playfully pinched Florence's cheek, who tried to swat her away with her chopsticks, "—managed to slip in and out of the Pentagon database a few months ago without being detected. Even I couldn't find out how she did it, what files she saw, or who she was."

The silence in the room was telling. Everyone had stopped eating and now stared at Florence in shock.

"Why the hell would you break into the Pentagon's database?" Prentiss asked.

"That's the best part," Garcia said with a grin. She nudged Florence. "Tell them."

"My roommate's boyfriend said he'd give me twenty bucks if I did," she said, shrugging. "Kept going on about how I couldn't be that good of a programmer since I was a girl. I'll do anything for twenty dollars and the chance to prove a misogynist wrong."

"And what did you do with the information you found there?" Hotch asked, eyeing her suspiciously. "Did you sell it?"

"Why would I sell it? I already had my twenty bucks. Bought a two for twenty from Applebee's and ate both entrees. Great day," Florence explained, ignoring the baffled looks the adults were giving her. Perhaps they were so used to being surrounded by horrible people and killers, that they forgot not everyone has some secret evil agenda.

"So, if you got in and out unnoticed and untraceable, how did they find you to offer the job?" Reid asked.

"Fast forward to a week and a half ago," she said, leaning back. "I don't think it was guilt I was feeling, but the fact that I could hack into one of the most secure places in the country at the age of seventeen bothered me. Odds are, there are others out there that could figure it out. So, I hacked into the CIA and did the same thing, except I left a nice little note explaining how I did it and told them how they could fix the holes in their security."

Rossi cleared his throat and put his chopsticks down. "Kid, the fact that you aren't in handcuffs right now is a miracle."

"Look," Garcia said, sighing. "I know her track history is a little overwhelming. But it's not that different from the offer I got — either prison or work for the BAU. Just think of it as having another me."

Florence appreciated that Garcia was making such a strong case for her. It wasn't like the others could vote her off the island if they didn't like her, but it comforted her knowing that at least she genuinely liked her.

"Well, if Garcia trusts you, then so do I," Morgan said, gaining a smile from both technical analysts. "And if you're really as good as you sound then you'll be a big asset on cases."

"Thanks," Florence said appreciatively. "I'm guessing wanting to figure out why I was hired was the main thing you all wanted to know?"

"Yes and no," Prentiss admitted. "You're a part of the team now so we'd like to get to know you. Aside from programming, what else is there to know?"

Florence finished off her Capri Sun and thought for a moment. She also pulled another one out of her bag, which made Reid smile to himself — she came well-stocked for her first day.

"Well, I played soccer in high school."

"Me too," JJ said, grinning. "I was a striker. What about you?"

"Center back, but would goalie sometimes," she said, glad to have something in common with JJ.

"Maybe we can peer pressure everyone else into having a game some time," JJ said, grinning. "Though I don't think Spence has ever touched a soccer ball."

"I have in fact held one in my hands before," Spencer said, ignoring Morgan's laughs. "Did you know that the classic soccer ball has twelve pentagons and twenty hexagons that make up the pattern. It's commonly referred to as a truncated icosahedron."

"Mister eidetic memory here knows just about everything there is to know about anything," Morgan said, patting him on the back. His tone was mocking, but it was clear that he was also complimenting Reid.

"That's really cool," Florence said, which made Reid smile. "My brain only lets me remember the kinds of things that matter."

"What are the things that matter?" Prentiss asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Well like, I could recite all three Iron Man movies to you right now shot for shot, but honest to god don't remember what my social security number is."

Hotch let out a heavy sigh and rubbed his face like an exhausted parent. Florence had to hold back a smile, knowing how funny it would be as these grownups continued to realize how much of a disaster she was.

"You need to know your social security number, Florence," he said, shaking his head.

Florence shrugged and began to chew on one of her chopsticks. "Eh, I can recall the last four numbers most of the time, and that's the part that matters for most stuff."

A baffled Hotch watched the new team member start a new conversation with Reid about superheroes while chugging her third Capri Sun, and he knew without a doubt in his mind that this girl was going to greatly change the team dynamic. He just didn't have a single idea as to how.