Meet the Team! (Chris, open)

[TA Paisley Gregg]

i was tossing and turning and the nightmare i had was as bad as can be IT SCARED ME OUT OF MY WITS !

Paisley waited just inside the entrance to the Bullpen. She pushed her glasses back up her nose, and sipped her tea. She was meeting the new guy, and she was growing impatient. Hotch had had him in his office for FOREVER. And she had to pee, too. For chrissakes. Sometimes, she REALLY REALLY hated her job.

Finally, she spotted a strange blonde man. This must be Christopher Morgan. She plastered a smile on her face, and stepped forward, almost spilling her tea on herself. Which would figure. She spoke, her voice sounding out among the din in the room.

Hello! Are you SSA Christopher Morgan?! TA Paisley Gregg. She set her tea down on the desk behind her. She didn't know whose desk it was, but who cared?! She extended her right hand for a handshake, and then spoke again.

Welcome to the BAU. This is the official meet. Let me show you to your desk; you'll be between Spencer and Paige. SHe led him to an empty metal desk she'd cleared out for him. She indicated that he should set his things down.

This is SSA Dr. Spencer Reid, and...I don't know where Paige is. The other woman was likely hanging out with Clark in the strange man's office. She turned more to her right, and pointed out a redhead.

And that is Ainsley Rossi. The INTERPOL agent was on the phone, but gave a friendly wave and a nod. Finally, Paisley handed him a manila folder.

Here is your intake stuff. Good luck. If you need anything, my office is down that hall, the first door to the left. She pointed down the long hallway, and then went in search of her wayward teacup.

a corpse falling to bits then i opened my eyes
AND THE NIGHTMARE WAS ME !

(WORDS) 302 (TAGGED) Chris/Open
(OUTFIT) Here
(CREDITS) THIS IS BY DYLAN of CAUTION 2.0! Lyrics are In the Dark of the Night - Anastasia.

[SSA Christopher Morgan]

Chris had been with the Bureau for years now and had helped work on many violent crimes during his time at the J. Edgar Hoover Building but was recently reassigned to BAU in Quantico. It worked out for him, though, as it was a shorter drive and less red tape with any luck. After speaking with the Unit Chief for what had to be nearly an hour, he was finally able to make his way out of the office and toward the bullpen where his desk was located. He'd gotten so used to his dingy basement office at the FBI Building in D.C. that he wasn't sure how to react to being in such proximity to other agents.

He turned his head to see a woman approaching him, figuring she was the one to be showing him to his desk that Hotch had told him about during their previous talk. Briefcase in hand, he nodded at her question, "Yes, that's me. Call me Chris - that's what everyone calls me." He looked down at her extended hand for a moment then switched his briefcase to his left hand in order to return it. "Nice to meet you, TA Paisley Gregg." He wasn't trying to be sarcastic, it was just his way of remembering first and last names until he committed them to memory.

The agent had a look around the room as she spoke, noting things such as fire extinguishers, the Most Wanted List, copy machines, the occasional oddity sticking out to him on a few desks and finally, the bathrooms. Chris followed Paisley to his desk and sat his briefcase on top of it, glancing at Spencer's desk then turning to find Paige's empty though didn't feel the need to comment. He nodded at Spencer, then turned toward where Ainsley was sitting returning her nod, then caught sight of the folder in Paisley's hand.

No rest for the wicked, he figured as he took the folder and laid it on top of the briefcase so it'd get his full attention before he ended up going on a tangent of some sort. The man made note of the directions to her office, looking down the hall for reference then nodded, turning back to his desk. "Thank you, TA Paisley Gregg." It then dawned on him that she'd mentioned him needing something and he spoke up, unaware she'd already made off for her cup of tea, "Now that you mention it, a cup of," He turned as if to look and noticed her gone, but continued to speak, "... coffee would be nice... aaaand you're gone."

With a sigh, he shrugged and looked his desk over, then pulled it out from the partition a few inches, turning it at a slight angle, then sat down.

WORDS! 461
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Paisley, Open
NOTES! first post woot!
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer had been at his desk all morning. He was trying to get enough hours in so he could take Halloween off. DJ's preschool was having a party and costume parade, and he wanted to be there this year...since she was old enough to participate now. She'd already been harrassing him and Aimee about a costume. He promised he'd take the girls to the store tonight to start looking. HE was expecting the battle with Aimee to be harder than DJ-she always wanted to dress too maturely.

He sighed as he changed files, and then spotted the TA exit her office. He glanced at the clock-it WAS that time. New people were either entirely great or totally awful. He hoped the former would be the case. He glanced at the empty desk next to him. Of course, put the two guys together. Original, Hotch.

He made a face, but returned to his work. He was still mapping the geographical profile for their case when Paisley stopped in front of his desk. He sighed. He spotted the man with her. Good, at least she wasn't here to bother him. The other woman had just a slightly lower IQ, still genius level, but he couldn't stand her propensity to word vomit.

He gazed up in interest, though, and noticed that the others were coming out of offices and desks to watch. A new agent didn't arrive every day, and so it was always a sight. THe only one who didn't seem to notice was Ainsley, and that was odd-the tiny but loud Scot usually noticed EVERYTHING.

Thank you, TA Paisley Gregg...Now that you mention it, a cup o... coffee would be nice... aaaand you're gone. SPencer couldn't help but chuckle. The TA was like that-always flitting around, from one task to another. But no matter how annoying he found her, he had to admit she was brilliant at her job.

He smiled at "Chris."

Hi. Spence. Let me show you the break room-we keep the coffee there. Word of advice-Paisley is a feminist. Ask her for a cup of coffee and she's likely to dump it in your lap. He shook his head, and stood, indicating that Chris should follow.

[SSA Christopher Morgan]

Now seated at his desk, the newest acquisition to the BAU opened the central desk drawer above his lap, then moved to open the additional drawers on the desk, leaving them open for a moment before closing them in the precise manner which he'd opened them happy to find none of them had a squeak or metallic sound when operated. He opened the briefcase and placed the folder Paisley had given him on top.

Looking up as he closed his briefcase, he nodded back at Spencer's smile. While it would be seen as rude to most people that he didn't return smiles when smiled at, it was simply his way of doing this. Throughout his life, people had seen him as strange and he'd earned the name "Creepy Morgan" in the Academy due to his eccentricities: his strange ways of looking at things, his knack for rubbing his chin when it thought, his love affair with coffee, and his seemingly anti-social nature. He wouldn't call himself anti-social as he would speak with others, though he tended to turn people off to him within the first minute of conversation.

"Hmm," Chris reached up and rubbed his chin as if in thought as he listened to Spencer speak, giving a glance back toward the TA's office then nodding, lowering his hand then standing and following the other man toward the break room where he'd be able to settle in with a cup of Joe. "Well, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid, I've come to find that nine times out of ten, women in positions that require them to do so much generally have a feminist nature. It's a defense mechanism that they use in order to secure their place in, what is traditionally, a male world. Of course, with recent changes in culture, women have become a critical component of society - especially law enforcement." He reached up and rubbed his chin with a furrowed brow as he added, "She did ask me to inform her if I needed something, though. Hmmm... it begs the question whether she was genuine or simply playing nice."

WORDS! 349
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Spencer, Open
NOTES! none
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[TA Paisley Gregg]

Paisley turned back in time to see Spencer standing. Great. She'd let him take over-she had bigger fish to fry, like stupid firmware updates and hanging out with Clark. Which she could do-firmware updates didn't need babysitting, unlike some things. She was hoping he had more pictures of James, and she could see them. She lived her parenthood vicariously through others, but she didn't mind. She knew when she chose to be who she was, it was her lot in life.

She could hear Chris speak above the din, which was surprising, given his close proximity to Ainsley-usually the loudest person in the room.

"Now that you mention it, a cup of...coffee would be nice... aaaand you're gone. Yep. Because no where in her job description did it say "fetch coffee for senior agents." What was she? An intern?! Nope. She was a full-fledged FBI employee, with a badge and desk and everything. She found her teacup and headed back to her office, passing the two men as she did. She excused herself to them, and headed for her office.

Excuse me...oh, great. Thanks for showing him the coffee pot, Dr. Reid.[/b]

[SSA Christopher Morgan]

Chris couldn't deny how strange he felt being around so many new faces and in such a public place as he tended to be hidden from the sight of other agents only coming to the surface when his job required it. While his fellow agents generally tended to avoid him, local law enforcement hated his guts and he was yet to find a LEO that liked him. Whether it was hatred for the Federal government assuming jurisdiction, which he rarely did unless necessary, or simply him that they didn't like was an enigma to the young man. All things being what they were, he figured it was mostly a combination of the two, and hoped that he'd be able to work his own way and not butt heads with too many colleagues.

As the two men made their way toward the break-room, Paisley passed by them which caused the young profiler to stop and, once again rub his chin in thought as she spoke to Spencer. He found the TA interesting given her obvious attractiveness added with intelligence, and diligence in her work. He figured that everyone in the BAU had earned their place, save for him, and had a right to be their own way, but he couldn't shake wondering what made her tick. Profiling was, usually, more than just his job but the way he viewed everyone and everything. Everything had its own story and every person had their tale that had brought them to their present point in life. Chris was one of the few people interested in all aspects rather than the limitation of serial killers and their victims.

Once she finished speaking, he glanced into the break room at the half-empty pot of coffee, then to Paisley, "TA Paisley Gregg... do you know, by chance, how old the coffee is? I've come to find that, if over an hour old, it tends to solidify and the taste is spoiled. I'm very particular about my coffee."

WORDS! 330
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Spencer, Paisley, Open
NOTES! lol eccentric chris being eccentric
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer raised an eyebrow. Alrighty. He was an excellent profiler, and had originally pegged Paisley as just the type of woman that Chris was discussing.

Well, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid, I've come to find that nine times out of ten, women in positions that require them to do so much generally have a feminist nature. It's a defense mechanism that they use in order to secure their place in, what is traditionally, a male world. Of course, with recent changes in culture, women have become a critical component of society - especially law enforcement.

While you have a point, I disagree. Ms. Gregg is a feminist, but she is more than that. I don't think that she pegs herself as a true feminist, she's just opinated. She's a survivor, though, and she has a lot to teach.

He knew that he had learned a lot from her.

Plus, she brings food whenever there's a Jewish holiday. He shrugged. He was a man. The fastest way to his heart was through his stomach.

[SSA Christopher Morgan]

The young man listened to Spencer speak, nodding at his words feeling they were logical from his point of view, though not Chris' own. He never discounted someone's ability to teach him something, though, as it had happened on a few occasions. It hadn't happened often, but a few times. "I won't argue with you, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. You've had more time getting to know her than I have," he calmly stated, "though she intrigues me. She has feministic qualities, has obviously been through a great deal or you wouldn't have referred to her as a survivor, drinks tea at the time of day other people don't, carries herself confidently, is devoted to her work, and she's Jewish... interesting combination."

The profiler thought to himself for a moment, then looked over at Spencer as he continued to speak, recalling someone of which Paisley reminded him a great deal. "She reminds me of a Minnesota State Police Officer I encountered when working a case up there a couple of years back," he stated while rubbing his chin in the same manner as he had before, "in fact, they're almost identical save for Alice, that was her name, was a blonde. It's sad actually," he went on and reached for his cigarettes before stopping himself realizing he couldn't smoke inside the building but continued speaking without halt, "she ended up the final victim of the man I was after. He cut her up with a chainsaw and used the bones of her forearms for eating utensils and the top of her skull for a plate.... he had sent me her fingers in the mail as his idea of a taunting joke. Oddly enough, the killer had been Alice's own father all along. Alice was beautiful - like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct... smart and hard working, just like our TA." He paused for a moment then casually placed both hands in his pockets, "One can hope that TA Paisley Gregg doesn't meet such a grim end. I have no desire in getting fingers in my mail again."

WORDS! 346
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Paisley, Spencer, Open
NOTES! and he goes off on a tangent
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

Ainsley had watched the morning's interaction from her desk. She had been on the phone all the while, between INTERPOL and the Obstrician, as well as checking in on Duncan, the petite Scot's head was spinning. She stood up, wanting to be a part of the action. She HATED being out of the loop, and, since she was up, she might as well tell Dave to plan to take the following afternoon off so she could have an ultrasound. She'd researched them, and to her, they sounded positively distasteful, though taste was never something one associated with the pretty young redhead.

With a frenetic clack-clack-clack of her super high heels-she was getting as much wear as possible out of her mini skirts and heels before having to resort to maternity wear. She hurried herself to the breakroom, and peeked in.

ALLO! So this is the new blokey, yeah?! Constable Ainsley Rossi 'ere. Pleased to meet ya. Her accent and vocabluary was enough to make even normal people wince, and Spencer appeared to shy away. She sighed. She was TRYING.

Anyway, welcome to the BAU...oh! You must come to dinner with myself, and Dave, and the Clark's! Ainsley wanted a reason to throw a party....

■ T A G G E D ■ Chris, Ope
■ W O R D S ■ No idea
■ L Y R I C S ■ PRETTY MELODY BY BUTCH WALKER
■ O U T F I T ■ HERE
■ C R E D I T ■ BROOKE FROM CAUTION

[SSA Christopher Morgan]

Despite having been speaking to Spencer about a past case he'd worked, Chris had made his way toward the coffee pot. It was a little more than half full and the agent drew his hands out of his pockets then brought one hand up to his chin, once again thinking. Realizing that he couldn't function without a cup of coffee and he was so particular about having a fresh, strong cup, he looked around taking note of a second coffee maker filled with decaf, and one other pot of regular which was just as full as the others.

He turned to the doorway having heard someone speaking, catching on to a strong accent which piqued his interest. As the redhead continued to speak, introducing herself he judged her accent to be Scottish given the strength that distinguished it from that of the Irish. With a nod, Chris replied, "SSA Christopher Morgan. Please, call me Chris - that's what everyone calls me." The young profiler had noted that Spencer reacted in an odd way to the woman speaking and figured that it had been her voice doing so. Chris had dealt with Canadians, Mexicans, Dutch and even a Russian throughout his life even before the Bureau in terms of the Dutch. He could handle obscure accents and dialects, distinguishing some of them, though others he wouldn't dare to attempt to place. "It's nice to meet you as well, Constable Ainsley Rossi."

He was perplexed at her invitation to dinner and had turned proceeding to empty one of the coffee pots, rinse it out then fill it with water to fill the maker and searched through a cabinet for grounds, thinking silently aloud while his face was obstructed by the cabinet door, "Interesting... I'm here all of an hour and just met this young woman yet she's already inviting me to dinner. If she wasn't pregnant and obviously with someone judging from the jewelry she's wearing, I'd think she were attracted to me... then again... maybe not all women hate me, after all. I don't see TA Paisley Gregg inviting me to dinner, though... not without a subtle hint of arsenic in the bread mix."

He finally pulled his head from the cabinet with the filter and two bags of ready to make coffee, preparing it to brew then pressing the button allowing the machine to come to life and begin brewing the double-strength liquid Chris craved. It was then he looked back to Ainsley with an affirmative nod, "Dinner sounds excellent. It would give me an opportunity to find out more about Quantico - it's been years since I've been here and I hardly left the Academy. I will warn you, Constable Ainsley Rossi... I don't function well in crowded social settings. Just bear with me in that respect."

WORDS! 467
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Paisley, Spencer, Ainsley, Open
NOTES! thinking aloud... haha
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer made his way to the nearest coffee pot. At this point, he had learned to let some things go, and one of those things was a brand -new pot of coffee. It was getting caffeine that was important.

I won't argue with you, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid. You've had more time getting to know her than I have...though she intrigues me. She has feministic qualities, has obviously been through a great deal or you wouldn't have referred to her as a survivor, drinks tea at the time of day other people don't, carries herself confidently, is devoted to her work, and she's Jewish... interesting combination. Was it? He thought she was just weird.

Well, I know that she's overcome some extreme shyness, and that she's a lesbian, which can't be easy i this job... he sighed. Plus, her father was a mobster...she stopped him from killing a politican. Other than that, I surmise she's just a bit crazy.

He shook his head. Chris continued on with a story. She reminds me of a Minnesota State Police Officer I encountered when working a case up there a couple of years back...in fact, they're almost identical save for Alice, that was her name, was a blonde. It's sad actually,she ended up the final victim of the man I was after. He cut her up with a chainsaw and used the bones of her forearms for eating utensils and the top of her skull for a plate.... he had sent me her fingers in the mail as his idea of a taunting joke. Oddly enough, the killer had been Alice's own father all along. Alice was beautiful - like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct... smart and hard working, just like our TA.One can hope that TA Paisley Gregg doesn't meet such a grim end. I have no desire in getting fingers in my mail again. Spencer raised an eyebrow.

Perhaps. She's outfoxed a lot of UNSUBs, though, so far...fodder in someone's crawlspace isn't exactly where *I* profile her... He shrugged. He didn't make it habit of profiling his co-workers, though...there were some things you just didn't NEED to know sometimes.

And yeh, body parts in the mail aren't fun...so. Coffee? He held up a half-full pot of the amber liquid, and raised an eyebrow.

[SSA Christopher Morgan]

Chris listened to Spencer speak and then it dawned on him. It had hit him like a rogue bolt of lightning when the other agent mentioned more about Paisley and he had to mentally kick himself for not putting the pieces together sooner, especially after recalling Alice and the similarities between her and the TA. He quickly and loudly gave his fingers a snap, "That's it! Now it all makes perfect sense. Both Alice and TA Paisley Gregg were lesbians, and both had criminal fathers... is that not amazing? Such similar circumstances and personalities from people so far away." He shook his head at Spencer's assertion that the young woman was crazy as he had to differ. Chris would have never thought that even if he hadn't been told what he deducted made her who she was, at least primarily. "I wouldn't say she's crazy, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid... unique best suits her."

Following speaking with Spencer on the topic, he turned toward the coffee pot and furrowed his brows, beginning to think aloud though with a whisper and resting a finger to his temple, "It's funny how some of the most amazing women are off the table for men to be with. It's times like this I envy the female gender. In truth, though, relationships and I are fleeting strangers. I probably shouldn't mention any of this to TA Paisley Gregg... she'll think I'm a psycho, and I wouldn't want that."

The profiler lowered his hand, and went about acting as if he hadn't just spoken his thoughts out loud in front of Spencer, quickly noting what he had to say on the slim chances of Paisley ending up a victim, to which Chris rose a finger, "Maybe, so, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid; however, one should never be too confident in theirs or others' abilities when dealing with psychopaths. Doing so can become a recipe for disaster. The BAU investigates the worst of the worst this country has to offer... every day is different and every UNSUB equally complex - then again, the mysteries and change are what make life fun, right?"

Chris simply nodded slowly about the body parts in the mail, not really wanting to relive it any more than he already had given that Alice's death had affected him differently than any other victim to date. She was more than just a local cop he worked with on a case, but a competent investigator and one of the few friends he had. The young man noted the coffee and shrugged, "Go ahead and pour yourself some..." He turned to face the pot he'd just put on the brew, "I will wait for a perfect cup, myself, but that's not reason for you to wait on me."

WORDS! 460
WEARING! Click
TAGS! Paisley, Spencer, Ainsley Open
NOTES! none
INSPIRATION! The Killers
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Mr Brightside by The Killers

[SSA Dr. Spencer Reid]

Spencer shied away as Ainsley appeared. He didn't mean to be rude, but the Scot's loudness, and the roughness of her accent made his head hurt. He still didn't know what Rossi saw in the girl, but whatever. It wasn't his life. They seemed happy enough, at any rate. And Ainsley had saved his hide more than once by watching DJ and entertaining Aimee.

He gazed back at Chris. Why did he refer to everyone by their full titles? Not that he minded-he appreciated and would reciprocate the gesture, as it was polite and respectful, but it was weird to hear it. They were mostly casual at work-calling each other by first names or nicknames, like how Derek would call him Kid.

That's it! Now it all makes perfect sense. Both Alice and TA Paisley Gregg were lesbians, and both had criminal fathers... is that not amazing? Such similar circumstances and personalities from people so far away... He shrugged.

It's probably one of those things. 1.5 million people in this country have a father who is a criminal. A few less million have mothers that are criminals. The liklihood that that would happen is fairly common. He said this matter of factly. Spencer dealt in facts. He liked stats, and science. He didn't beleive in fate, nor in coincidence.

I wouldn't say she's crazy, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid... unique best suits her. Ha, let him spend a few minutes more with her. His opinion might change.

Perhaps I am wrong. But I notice a bit of OCD and more than slight hints of a depressive disorder. He would know...

Then, Chris started...talking to himself.Ok, so maybe Paisley WASN'T crazy.

It's funny how some of the most amazing women are off the table for men to be with. It's times like this I envy the female gender. In truth, though, relationships and I are fleeting strangers. I probably shouldn't mention any of this to TA Paisley Gregg... she'll think I'm a psycho, and I wouldn't want that. Spencer chuckled, but didn't reply. He knew that that monologue wasn't meant for him.

Finally, Spencer prepared his cup just the way he liked it-with two little containers of creamers, and two tablespoons of sugar. He smiled at Chris.

Maybe, so, SSA Dr. Spencer Reid; however, one should never be too confident in theirs or others' abilities when dealing with psychopaths. Doing so can become a recipe for disaster. The BAU investigates the worst of the worst this country has to offer... every day is different and every UNSUB equally complex - then again, the mysteries and change are what make life fun, right? Fun.

I know these things. I am not sure Fun is the word, but it certainly isn't boring.

Chris rejected his pot of coffee.

Go ahead and pour yourself some...I will wait for a perfect cup, myself, but that's not reason for you to wait on me. Spencer replaced the pot on the coffeemaker, and picked up his mug.

OK...well, over here is the creamer and sugar and stuff. Paisley has some honey, if you'd rather, and she doesn't mind sharing. Ainsley keeps thistle tea at her desk, too... He trailed off after offering Chris the rest of his drink options.

[Constable Ainsley Rossi]

Ainsley realized her faux-pas too late. She was struggling at this wife business-not so much at the actual being a wife, but more or less trying to balance the image she had in her head of what women of a certain stature were supposed to be, and the reality of her life. Most people probably pegged her as the stereotypical trophy wife, and she was, to an extent. But she was aware that her class status had changed, and she was trying to balance the Scot with the American, and not doing a great job. She looked helplessly to Paisley and Spence, and tried to backtrack.

Sorry....that was a bit forward, wasn't it?! What I meant was, if you would like to meet the team outside of work, our home is always open. And since I am meant to be on leave soon, I have not much better to do with my time than plan dinner parties. That and shop, and since Dave doesn't exactly jump for joy when I do the latter, the former keeps me occupied and out of trouble. When you feel settled, let me know, and we can arrange it. She sided out of the breakroom, and headed for Dave's office. She'd let him fix it. She sighed on her way. She was a mess at this stuff.