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ㅤ"𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒," Jason Gideon greeted with a small smile as he joined Spencer Reid and May Black outside of his lecture hall. It was a nickname that most of the BAU—most of the FBI, even—bestowed upon them, partly because of the fact that they shared a birthday.

After leaving La Push, May found herself living in the dorms of Georgetown University as she studied for her Bachelor's Degree. With her drive and need for a distraction, she was able to graduate in three year's time, majoring in psychology and minoring in cognitive science. She was a brilliant student, who had several internship offers before she even graduated. But, much to everyone's surprise, she entered the FBI Academy upon receiving her diploma.

At first, the academy was hesitant to let her join, given that she was younger than the required age, but they knew she was qualified and capable. Along with several recommendations to boot, it become an executive decision to have her train.

Eventually, she encounters Spencer Reid, who was evidently intimidated by her during the early stages of their friendship. May wagers it could be because of her appearance—standing at nearly six-feet-tall, noticeably strong, not to mention abnormally beautiful according to most people—but the man ultimately explains that it was because of the fact they were both the same age, both accomplished, and technically competing for the same spot at the Behavioral Analysis Unit.

The competition for the single spot was tough, but it was noticed early on that the two worked well together; bouncing ideas off each other, building up on theories effortlessly. Then, after a while, it was also noticed how terrible they individually are without the other; May becoming a lot less approachable, and Spencer becoming a little too much. So, in the end, everyone collectively agreed that they should always be side by side, which led to the FBI opening up an extra spot for them specifically.

Once fully integrated with the Bureau, they ended up deciding to live together, sharing the rent of a small, two-bedroom apartment. It was a little cramped, but both made sure that they had their own spaces; Spencer had his little library, while May had her wood carving area.

So, for outsiders, it seemed that the two were dating, but to their BAU family who knew them well, they were the 'Wonder Twins'.

May shook her head slightly. "Nice to see you too, Gid."

With a smile, the older man asked, "So, what's going on?"

"They're calling him the Seattle Strangler," Spencer began, opening up the case file he was holding, showing it Gideon who was looking down at it from his left. On his other side was his best friend.

"Four victims in four months," May continued as she initiated a walking pace between the three of them as they headed for Gideon's office. "He keeps them alive seven days."

"The handle serves as a crank," Spencer followed up.

"Allowing him to control the rate of suffocation," Gideon concluded.

"To prolong it?"

"To enjoy it," he stated, causing May to make a face. "Seattle's hit a wall?"

"Physical evidence is nonexistent," May told him. "There are no tangible leads."

"And another girl is missing." Gideon then took the file off Spencer's hands as he walked into his office.

Both May and Spencer stood to the side, watching him go over the case by his desk, glasses perched on his nose as his face showed his concentration. Crossing her arms, May gave Spencer a small smile as she leant back against one of the bookshelves to ease her posture.

"I looked the case file over," Gideon declared after a while. "I'll get some thoughts to you ASAP."

"You're gonna be with us in Seattle ASAP." The familiar baritone voice of Aaron Hotchner broke the silence of the room, all heads turning to him and Derek Morgan as they entered the room. The latter gave May a small wave in greeting. This interaction made Spencer frown.

Gideon then took off his glasses—rather dramatically, in May's opinion—and looked at the two newcomers with interest. Derek then walked forward, handing him a photo of a woman.

"Twenty-three-year-old Heather Woodland," Derek explained.

"Before she left for lunch, she downloaded an email with a time-delayed virus attached," Hotch—as most called him—explained further. "The killer's virus wiped her hard drive and left this on the screen." Another paper was pulled out to be shown to Gideon.

"For heaven's sake, catch me before I kill more. I cannot control myself." His eyes glared into a framed evidence photo taken from one of the Lipstick Killer's victims. On the wall, written in lipstick, was the same message.

Hotch spoke up again. "He never keeps them for more than seven days, which means we have fewer than thirty-six hours to find her."

"They want you back in the saddle," Derek said to the seasoned agent, his eyebrows pulled into his signature frown. May and Spencer were now watching this conversation with frowns of their own, leaning against each other for support. "You ready?"

"Looks like medical leave's older, boss," Spencer stated.

Gideon kept his eyes on Hotch. "They sure they want me?"

Hotch nodded. "The order came from the director."

Turning away, Gideon focused back on the framed photo. "Well, we'd better get started."

As they made their way to the airport, the Wonder Twins were in one car with Gideon, each carrying their go-bag. Right before they exited the car, May whispered to Spencer, "I've never seen him so dramatic before."

Spencer tried to smother his snort, his lips quirking as he nodded. "I'm pretty sure he's always been like that."

"Of course he has," she scoffed, hoping out of the car and holding the door open for Spencer to do the same. "But the whole glaring at the photo thing, that's new."

They eventually stepped into the plane, Hotch being the last one to board. Unsurprisingly, May and Spencer were side by side, giggling a little as they spoke in hushed whispers as they strapped themselves in. Gideon watched them both with a small smile, fastening his seatbelt before the plane finally took off.

As the plane began to cruise, Spencer asked the only girl on the plane, "You gonna visit your dad?"

May shrugged. "It's a four-hour drive. I'm not sure I can squeeze that in during the case."

But it was obvious to the both of them that May just didn't want to. Spencer thought that the relationship got rocky again—it was common between the woman and her dad—but what he didn't know was that Billy himself warned May from coming back, telling her that Cold Ones have recently returned to Forks.

Growing up at the rez, and being the daughter of a tribal council member, she grew up on the legends. But unlike her siblings, she knew just how true those legends were, and agreed not to make the trip. Plus, she also wanted to avoid Jacob, who's been pestering her with his usual, teenage-boy whines and angry messages, stating that it was unfair for her to be gone for so long all the time.

Luckily, Billy was able to placate him just enough to not question it further.

"Hey, debrief," Derek called out to them, and they simultaneously removed their seatbelts and walked towards everyone else. While Spencer sat closer to Hotch, May found her place beside the burly man, who smiled flirtatiously at her.

The two were as close as co-workers could be, and the man was clear in his less than innocent intentions. Though, Derek definitely knew his boundaries, and everyone could see that he held a soft spot for the woman—the only woman—who was seemingly completely immune to his charms.

She gave him an unimpressed stare. "Still not gonna work."

"I'll win you over eventually."

"Okay," Hotch's voice broke their bubble. "Let's start."

Spencer cleared his throat. "His first victim was twenty-six-year-old Melissa Kirsch. Stab wounds, strangulation--"

"Wait, wait, back up, back up," Derek cut him off. "He stabbed her...and then strangled her to finish her off?"

"Other way around," May told him.

Gideon nodded at her before asking Spencer, "Why do you think he started using the belt with the second murder?"

"Strangulation with your bare hands is not as easy as one would believe," the genius explained easily. "He tried, probably found that it took too long..."

"So he stabbed her instead," Derek nodded in realization.

"And realized it would be hours cleaning up the blood," Hotch followed.

May stood straight and crossed her arms. "Next time, our boy's got a method; the belt."

Gideon nodded. "He's learning, perfecting his scenario...becoming a better killer."

As they entered the FBI Northwestern Field Office, trailing behind Gideon who went ahead, Derek leaned close to the Wonder Twins, and began complaining about the senior agent.

"He never stand with his back to a window," he explained. "When I was between him and a doorway, he asked me to move."

May rolled her eyes. She was already used to Gideon's antics, so she was immediately annoyed with this conversation; it surprised her, really, how Derek studied behavior yet somehow couldn't comprehend that people adjust to trauma differently. Her annoyance was obvious when she countered him with a quick, "It's hyper vigilance."

Spencer nodded at her, sensing her slight shift in emotion. "It's not uncommon in Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder."

"Just how much disorder are we talking about?" Derek snarked, earning him a hard smack on the arm from May, who glared at him and mumbled a low 'rude'. He couldn't help but let out a small 'ow', considering how strong the woman was.

Hotch looked at the three—making sure to give May a look—before focusing on the older of the two men. "Morgan, it's been six months. Everything's okay."

After a bit of walking, the BAU team found themselves in the bullpen of the Seattle office. With his history in the place, Hotch was quickly assigned to introduce his team to everyone else.

"This is Special Agent Gideon, Special Agent Morgan—our expert on obsessional crimes—and beside him is Special Agent Black—expert in criminal psychology—and Special Agent Reid--"

"Doctor Reid," Gideon corrected.

"Doctor Reid, our expert on, well, everything. And after two years busting my butt in this office, I hope you all remember me."

Hotch's words made some agents laugh, but it all quieted down when Gideon began to examine the board, glasses once again perched on his nose. May quickly made her way beside him—she was, in a way, his apprentice, after all.

"He's willing to travel with the body," Gideon realized.

May nodded beside him, pushing back a strand of hair while placing her hands into her Georgetown letterman jacket; a vintage one she bought from a thrift store back in DC. Underneath it was a black shirt, paired with black baggy pants—they were her staple just as sweater vests were Spencer's—and some black Chuck Taylors. Her short hair was left natural, and as usual, she was barefaced. She was quite known for her rather tomboyish style.

"Then he drives a vehicle capable of concealing one," she crossed her arms.

"One in seven-point-four drivers in Seattle owns an SUV," Spencer spoke up.

"Explorer with tinted windows," Derek offered.

"Explorers rate higher with women."

"But how do we know it's his car?" May asked no one in particular. "Ted Bundy drove a VW Bug."

It was Hotch who spoke up next. "What about a Jeep Cherokee?"

"Jeeps are more masculine," Spencer told him.

Gideon finally turned around. "We all know how an unsub feels about asserting his masculinity."

Hotch then walked closer to Gideon, he himself scanning the crime scene photos as he asked, "When did the Bureau become involved in the case?"

One agent turned to him and answered, "After the fourth body. He dumped that one out of state."

"On purpose."

"If so, knowledge of law enforcement does suggest a criminal record," Spencer spoke from behind May and eventually guided to her to one of the offered chairs, sitting down on the floor beside her.

May shrugged as she sat down. "Or that he watches television."

Derek nodded at her, before asking for the case file. "May I?"

Another agent asked, "So you wanna see our suspect list?"

"No, we won't look at a suspect list until after we come up with a profile," Hotch declined, crossing his arms. "It keeps our perspective unbiased."

Eyes turned to Gideon again as he spoke up. "When do we get to sit down with your task force?"

"Four o'clock," an agent said.

All members of the BAU turned to stare at him, but it was Derek who raised the question: "An accurate profile by four o'clock today?"

Gideon dismissed his concerns. "That's not a problem." He then walked towards another board, everyone keeping their eyes on him.

Hotch followed behind him. "Agent Gideon, where would you like to start?"

The older man then pointed at a picture. "Let's start at the site of the last murder."

author's note: nothing much is happening yet as this is the very first chapter set in the very first episode, but i hope yall enjoyed this somehow!

i'm setting her up with a very close friendship with spencer bc i love him a lot. i didn't plan on them being bday twins though, but i did make sure to have em be born on the same year to make it match with twilight.

thank u guys so much for reading!!