Quantico, Virginia,

— Gideon. Late-night calls are never a good sign. — It was the first thing said by Morgan when he entered the office, getting rid of his coat when he launched it.

Hotch walked behind him, this one had arrived before anyone else at Jason's call. Gideon being the first to respond to Garcia's call.

— Where is the rest of the team? — Morgan inquired.

— It's just us. — García replied, the sound of her shoes making a presence before his voice or figure.

— Gideon? — Morgan demanded an answer, being dragged out of bed at two in the morning.

— García was the one who called me. —he said that like it was an answer.— We have a rat.

— Physically or metaphorically?

— Worse. —The superior stood up and began to walk, causing the two remaining in the room to follow him.— In a metaphorical way, we would have to get rid of the traitor. Someone entered the system.

— We got hacked? — It wouldn't be the first time but it's still worrisome.  Derek's gaze traveled from Gideon to Penelope.

— They entered the database. — The blonde woman was speaking this time. — Smart enough to enter the FBI, clumsy enough not to avoid being tracked.

—  Princess. At this point I don't think there is any need to be so smart to violate your computer security protocol.

— No, Morgan. They literally went inside. It wasn't my fault.

— Thanks to García we are actually informed. — Gideon mentions.

— What?

— Alarms and cameras were turned off, they entered the premises. The lock in my office doesn't even lock, anyone can have access, every time someone sets foot in the place I get a notification on my phone. I alerted security and informed Gideon.

Gideon opened the door to the interrogation room as he was already there, revealing Hotch inside and sitting across from him a girl.

— There was no need to handcuff her.

— Yes, there was. — Hotch excuses himself. — She doesn't want to talk either.

— Let's see if I understood. — Morgan intervened, for the moment seemed between absurd and funny. — I'm awake at three in the morning, because of a kid?

— She's not a kid.

— I'm not a kid.

Hotch and the girl answered at the same time.

—She looks about Reid's age. — Morgan spoke in her defense. — She is a kid.

— If she came in, it's a threat. — Hotch passes the official report of the girl to Derek and leaves the chair, his place being occupied by the dark-haired man, who stopped to read it carefully, nothing serious, all minor crimes, but still these being responsible for the surprise on the agent's face.

Gideon was already at his side and she could read their expressions. This one had been silent since he entered the room.

—  The craziest thing is her degree. — He points his finger so that he can read it.

— Forensic psychology?

—Ph.D. in forensic psychology, and experienced hacker, should be added to the resume.—Says García.

Morgan lets out a whistle of impression.

—Oh girl. The things that you could do with that knowledge.

— Hacking the FBI for example? —She inquires with an smile.

— She already admitted it, I'm going to arrest her.

— Hotch, shh. What were you looking for in my files?

— I have the right to be silent. — She wasn't going to answer Penelope. did not trust any of those present.

— You're not under oath — Hotch spoke, who only released one or another comment.

— How come she didn't run away from the security guards? — Morgan was just full of doubts.

— One of the guards said she runs like a kiddo. Catching her wasn't hard.

And Hotch wasn't lying. She had experience running and fleeing from places, but not being alerted by any alarm noises or walking footsteps she couldn't tell when she was already being held, and strength wasn't her best attribute.

Derek stood up, holding Gideon's arm, he was able to separate him a little from the group so he could ask:  — What are we doing here?

Gideon doesn't answer his question and decides to loosen his grip, he had informed Hotch whom he respected for his decisions and Penelope was able to determine if that girl would be a threat or not, it seems that Morgan was the only one unaware of his plans.

— Hotch. —He spoke aloud for this one to hear.— The eyes on the girl.

When she saw how Gideon removed the handcuffs, she already thought the worst.

—W-what's happening?

— We have a room next to the lockers right?

The team had small rooms within the compound, these only for work purposes.

During Penelope and Gideon's call, the security guards already had Maeve waiting for questioning and under their watch. The analyst jokes when she sees her profile, telling how someone like that would be useful to them, and something in Gideon's brain made him think that it's actually a good idea.

Morgan is usually the slowest one and even he agreed with Hotch that they shouldn't be considering joining her on the team.

— Don't you have some kind of community service? I would prefer to do that.

— She doesn't even want to do it. — Hotch points out.

There was silence for a few seconds, nobody was in favor or against again.

— Have you been in the police?— Maeve shakes her head. —Do you know how to use a weapon?—  Maeve denies once again before the questions of the agent Morgan.

— Yes, it's obvious that we need her. — It was the last thing Hotch said that night, before returning to his house.

Gideon spent the few hours that remained before dawn in his office. The others went to their residences to sleep. Maeve did not sleep that night. She's been more scared on other occasions so fear wasn't the reason. But she knew that this was not a place for her; Not to mention the fact that there were two guards behind her door in case she tried to run away, the window was not an option seeing as there was no ledge, she would fall like a squashed fruit.

— Miss Hunter.

Gideon knocked on the door but there was no answer. He tries it about three more times but nothing.

— I'm going in. — Notice.

Maeve appeared to be sleeping peacefully in bed, but the lack of movement in her body indicated that she was not breathing. Catastrophic thoughts traveled to the man's mind and as an unconscious young woman lay there, she knew she was not dead, but she thought she might be under the influence of some drug.

With the help of paramedics they managed to revive her, Maeve woke up with a smile on her face as if she had just woken up from a dream, but the expressionless man watching her from the opposite end of the room was watching her, and she knew her idea hadn't worked.

— Nice trick.

Maeve rolled her eyes and got up.

— Please, this has to be illegal. I'm against my will.

— Do you want to go back to New York, Maeve? Do you want that again? —He didn't even let her answer. —Do you want to keep stealing the coins that the customers forget in the cafe and have just enough to live?

— How do you know that...?

— Because I'm giving you a chance. You're not as mysterious as you think you are, the only mysterious thing about you is how you ended up on the streets.

— Please. — She snorted. —If you want to play charity, there are about three thousand children on the street.— Not with me.

— There are things about you that the team doesn't know, and your secrets are safe with me. But here. Now. I'm giving you a chance to be better; They are not that different from you. — His words didn't seem to impress her, but him could see how she stirred something inside her. — And you can leave without charges. Maeve's gaze brightened.—You don't have to stay. You'll be here for a few days and if you don't like it, you're free if you promise not to go near anyone's private information again.

Maeve was quiet, so Gideon had to remind her that he was expecting an answer:  — Do we have a deal, Miss Hunter?

—...With one except.

— I'm not surprised.

—Confidence vote.

— What?

— I don't feel comfortable if there are two men standing at the door where I sleep. No security. We have a deal?

— Will you run away?

— I wouldn't let you know if I did. We have a deal?

— Okay. It's a deal, Miss Hunter.

They might all be a bunch of psychoanalytics, but Gideon? He always went one step ahead.

There were only a couple of minutes left to start a new workday. Most of them exhausted from an early morning that couldn't stop thinking about Jason Gideon's decision.

Elle arrived in the company of JJ, Hotch a few minutes after these, Garcia was already in their area, being the first of them to arrive, Arriving last but with minutes to spare to be late were Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid. Taking their established jobs, JJ kept Elle company, both drinking morning coffee. It was Spencer's turn, who seemed to be depending on that dark liquid.

The thing is , the BAU has more agents than even they themselves could know, they were a large unit like any other, so it is normal not to remember a name or a face in a busy day.

Not for Reid and his eidetic memory.

The young doctor moved with agility to the small kitchen, his steps were as long as usual, small strides for the length of his legs, he took his cup and began to pour the hot coffee into it, having the drink served and sweetened. He was about to leave, but he entered in such a hurry that he couldn't notice the girl who was drinking her coffee by the door frame, so when he turned around he was startled.

Neither of them said a word, the girl sipping on her coffee and Reid looked confused.

— Schizophrenia entered my life sooner than expected.

Mentioned the young man trying to make sure it was real, A joke. That was. One for himself and the nerves to see an infiltrate in his routine.

— Here you are. — Gideon had just entered the kitchen, moving closer to Maeve to whisper.  —You weren't supposed to leave my office yet.

— I wanted coffee. — She excuses herself.

Spencer looks at the situation carefully.

— We do not know eachother. — He offers his hand to the girl. — Dr. Spencer Reid.

He offered his hand? Think Gideon.

—Maeve Hunter. — Gideon answers instead of her. — Criminalist.

Spencer's eyes widened.

— New to the team?

— She'll be with us for a while. Or not Maeve?

— Undefined time. Maybe I'll be a week or maybe I'll leave tomorrow. — These last words she said while looking at Gideon

Reid was interested in having people close to his age in the place, it was not as common as he wanted, to his advantage sometimes his work was related to JJ, which is the closest thing.

The early morning of that day, the part of the team that knew of Maeve's existence had agreed to pretend about the origin of the girl, although not everyone agreed on it.

They take the opportunity to introduce her to the team where everyone exchanged confused glances, except for Spencer who with a closed-lipped smile seemed to be the only one satisfied with the situation.

— Wait. — Gideon's voice interrupts Morgan. He didn't seem so upset about the situation anymore and his fun personality emerges once more. — Twenty-two years old?

— yes, sir. 

—  Reid ! — The aforementioned was startled. — You're no longer the youngest on the team.

— He is one year younger. — Said Elle.

JJ interrupts the presentation, announcing a case. Maeve would be attending for the first time.

Gideon had different plans for Hotch and Morgan, since he has sent these two to what was supposed to be Maeve Hunter's stay in New York, with the excuse of bringing her things but with the intention of finding out information about the girl, while she was in her first case.

— Why would we be here? — Morgan is the first to question it. — If she mistrusts the girl, there is no reason to have her close to her.

Aaron Hotchner who prefers to remain silent while checking the drawers.

They photographed a couple of things.

Among them: The date marked on the calendar three months ago, a notebook with blots on it as if it were a sketch, and the eviction notice stuck on the door. There wasn't much to show or question. Maeve didn't stay in one place for long, and he always traveled light, leaving with him what little clothing he owned. There were no bank accounts in his name, and people in the neighborhood didn't recognize the name of one Maeve.

New York was a big thing for just two agents, but assuming Maeve didn't travel more than a block was something they didn't care about.

Aaron reminded himself that if the girl had graduated as a college student, her records should be at some nearby university.

Garcia took it upon herself to help them, and thus narrow their search.

Maeve was two steps behind Gideon as they watched the scene. It didn't go that far. A small town reported missing girls, no one seemed to take it seriously until one of the victims' mothers was accused of murder. Gideon seemed to study the case and Maeve seemed to study him and how these cases worked.

With the evidence in hand, they began to build the profile of the unknown.

— The female gender has less murderous instincts.

Maeve was spinning in her swivel chair, she just wanted to go.

— They have more of a maternal instinct. — Reid continued. — Only ten percent of them decide not to be a mother by their own decision. I don't think Mrs. Howard is capable of hurting infants, lowering the probability of being girls, including her own daughter.

The room was silent for a few seconds processing the information given by Dr. Reid, before he even spoke, Gideon had already said he believed in the woman's innocence.

— Can I say something? — Those present turned their heads towards Maeve, looking at her with confusion, but Gideon was looking at her with curiosity.

Nobody responded to his question, so Gideon just nodded.

She stood up. That's why I'm here . She said to herself as an excuse before walking over to Spencer and standing next to him.

— Ramon, Right?

— ehm ...Reid.

—Okay. Not relevant to this case, but never discount the minority. It's a homicide not math. — She holds the photo of her mother and puts it next to the table, looking for her file, when she manages to find it, she takes a seat in another swivel chair and puts the folder in front of Gideon.—  I wouldn't say that the...

Maeve turned to Spencer, hoping he understood that she forgot the word.

— Unsub?

— That. Reid. — The one mentioned correctly this time raises his eyebrows.— We have the characteristics. What would be the diagnosis?

— Well... we would be looking for a man who is probably sexually abusive towards the female gender. A sexual pervert.

— That's where I differ. In Howard's house we saw that nobody lived, she was a single woman. With no close family, As if she were hiding. Why would she do that? I think she was running away from her ex-husband, obsessive with her, capable of killing her own daughter.

— How would you explain the other girls?

— Collateral damage. Probably they were friends of her daughter.

— If Maeve is correct there are two girls with the possibility of being freed. — Elle spoke with a voice muffled by fear— ...or murdered.

— Let García review her ex-partner's criminal file.

It was a matter of a day's work for Maeve's sudes to turn out to be true, and they managed to catch the subject. Hotch and Morgan arrive just at the end of the day. Elle recounts with amusement as the new one guessed the case, they laughed amongst themselves and patted the girl on the shoulder.

Elle, JJ and Reid don't know about the girl's origins, it will remain a secret until one of them explodes with the truth, but for now, they must treat her as one of them.

— Hey, pretty girl. —Morgan walked up to her with two boxes. — I have something for you

— My kids ! —She exclaimed when she opened one of the boxes and saw her red boots, everyone was watching her.

— You don't have a lot of stuff, huh.

— With these boots I don't need anything more.

JJ approached cautiously and Elle watched with a smile. It was the blonde's time to bring out her friendly personality.

— Women and shoes. I do not get it. — Mentions Morgan sitting next to Reid. — Competition in the team, huh? — This time he had his eyes on his friend. — I heard that she put together the case.

Spencer hadn't looked up from the book until now. Looking at Maeve with a sheepish, sly smile threatening to break from her lips. Morgan pretended not to notice, He would bother him later with that.

— Yes. She's a little crafty.

First chapter, crazy. I don't have much to say,

 I hope you like it, updates will be slow, thanks for reading.